Three Guilty Pleasures (Blindfold Club 6)

She bit down on her bottom lip. “I can’t touch you. Only over the clothes.”

I narrowed my eyes to slits. This fucking couple had handicapped me almost completely, but the longer I considered it, the more appealing it began to sound. They thought they’d taken away her ability to give me any pleasure, but they were wrong. They’d protected her needs, and as long as I had the chance to make her feel good, that was more than enough. I didn’t mind getting creative while going about it.

“I can’t put my fingers inside you,” I defined, setting my thumb against the seam of her rosy lips.

Her eyes flared with lust as she understood what I meant. She wrapped her fingers around my wrist and pulled my hand over her thigh, dragging it up between her legs. Her lips parted to speak, while she rubbed my hand over the crotch of her jeans. “You can’t here.”

She closed her wet mouth around my thumb and sucked, and the sensation shot straight to my dick. I swore a million words in Afrikaans in my head, and possibly some out loud. She made me crazy.

“Anything else?” I asked. She slowly shook her head, and as she did so, my thumb slid out of her mouth, trailing over her lips.

“Good.” My voice was thick and powerful, and I coasted my hand over her neck, my fingertips gliding down through her cleavage until I gripped a handful of fabric at the center of her chest. “I can work with that.”

I yanked her onto me until she straddled my lap, pulling so hard I heard the threads of her top ripping. Should I say I was sorry? Because I wasn’t, really. I was too excited to test out the limits that had been put on us. I slammed my mouth against hers as I scooped my hands under her ass, holding her tight to me. She ground her body against mine, and it felt good enough for me to realize we needed a better location. I rose from the couch, lifting her with me.

We’d passed her bedroom on the left earlier when I’d followed her into the kitchen, and once I was on my feet, her legs wrapped around my waist, I stumbled that direction. It wasn’t her balance that made me clumsy, it was the urgent aching inside me. Tara hung on, her lips attached to mine, her kiss never wavering even as I careened dangerously into the door to her bedroom.

It crashed against the wall. I took a hand off her only to turn on the lights.

The room had a bed in it, big enough for both of us. That was all I noticed as I carried her inside and dumped her on her back on the mattress, following her down. My dick was hard and throbbing behind the fly of my jeans, and I pressed it against her, swiveling my hips so she could feel every inch of me. Did she understand how badly I wanted her? I needed her to understand.

“I want to see all of you,” I whispered against the hollow of her throat.

I didn’t know if it was allowed, but thankfully she was immediately tearing at her top, struggling to get out of it. While she yanked it up over her head, I focused on the snap of her skinny jeans. Her taut belly quivered as my fingers brushed over her bare skin.

Her tank top must have been one of those with a built-in bra, because her breast spilled out of it as she hurled the top off. I rewarded her with another pump of my hips, dry-fucking her. Normally, I’d skip over simulated sex and get to the real stuff, but knowing we could only go so far made this action hotter.

She fucked men for a living, but she was with me by choice, and that fact wasn’t lost on me.

I had her zipper undone, exposing the top of her lacy panties, but was distracted. I cupped her perfect breasts, one in each hand, and squeezed, sliding my thumbs over her pebbled nipples. She arched off the bed, stretching into my touch. Fuck, she was even more gorgeous than I’d remembered. Her skin was softer. Would it taste better too?

I slanted my mouth over hers, drinking in her moans while my erection stabbed between her legs. Could I make her come like this? Humping like teenagers with our jeans still on?

Whimpers rolled from her, matching the tempo I thrust into her. The hard grind felt so good, I clamped my teeth tight. It wasn’t sex. There were clothes in our way. But what we were doing? It was fucking. Raw, and passionate, and intimate. We weren’t joined physically, but we were connected regardless.

Tara clawed at my chest. “Off,” she gasped, tugging at my sweater.

It only seemed fair since she’d shed her shirt. I grabbed a fistful of wool and ducked out of it, dropping it to the floor. Her eyes warmed as she gazed at me, her gaze noting every muscle across my chest and the V of my hips leading below the waist of my jeans. Then, her fingers followed suit, tracing them. It sent shivers glancing down my spine.

As nice as her touch felt, I resumed my goal of removing her pants. After watching her dance this afternoon, all I could think about was running my hands over her magnificent legs. Her jeans were tight, and it was a bit of a struggle, but as soon as she realized what I was doing, she was there, helping me along.

I dropped the wad of jeans to the carpet with a soft thump, taking in the sight of her wearing only a pair of skimpy black lace underwear. I wanted to tug them off and bury my face in her lap. Run my tongue over her slit until she was panting, but it wasn’t allowed.

I’ve already done it once.

I couldn’t think about that, only what I was going to do tonight, right this moment.

Her blonde hair stood out against the gunmetal gray bedspread beneath her, and her skin was satin in my hands. I slid my hands over her bare legs, following the curve of her calves up to her knees, before pressing them open. I kept one hand on her while I undid my pants with the other, pushing the denim down until the bulge of my cock was only sheathed by the cotton of my thin boxers.

“Fuck,” she hissed as I seesawed my erection between her legs. It was dangerous and exciting how close we were to breaking the rule, and I wanted to push it further. I was so curious. Would she be a good girl and stay true to her promise to her doms? Or would she beg me to fuck her, and I’d have to be the one to enforce the rule?

Jesus, I needed to know.

I hooked my fingers under the sides of her panties and jerked them down. She moved her legs, urging me along, and then she was completely bare, squirming on the bed before me, her parted legs trembling.

My gaze drew a line from her ankles up to her eyes, not missing the fact that her pussy was wet and ready. I wanted to sink two fingers inside her. Taste her again. Drive my cock so deep she’d claw up my back and moan for more.

Instead, I gripped her hip and pressed our bodies together, letting the heat of her soak into my boxers. Her eyes hazed before they drifted closed, and I found a pattern with my thrusts that left her swallowing enormous gulps of air.