Three Guilty Pleasures (Blindfold Club 6)

My voice was so commanding, it surprised me. “I don’t need to fuck you to make

you come, do I?”

“No, sir,” she replied.

Her hands gripped my biceps, holding on as I gyrated against her, gaining friction. She rose to match my rhythm, writhing against my painfully hard cock, searching for the spot that rubbed against her in just the right way.

Tension coiled inside me. The sensitive underside of my dick was cradled perfectly in the valley of her body, and I bit the inside of my cheek to distract. Tonight wasn’t about me, and I needed to make sure she understood. My pleasure wasn’t more important than hers. It was secondary.

She drenched the fabric covering me, and I clenched a fist on her breast, squeezing a pointed nipple toward the ceiling. It seemed insane to have to hold back, given what we were doing, but satisfaction flooded through me. It felt good riding her like this.

No, that was an understatement. It felt amazing.

I swallowed a difficult breath and refocused. Since the night at the blindfold club, I’d imagined a hundred times what she’d sound like when she’d come, and now it was time to find out. I dropped to a knee at the edge of the bed, slapped two fingers against her clit, and pressed my lips to the inside of her knee.

“Oh!” Her fists went white-knuckle on the bedspread.

As my kiss marched along the inside of her thigh, she tried to scoot away from me, but I wasn’t going to allow it. I nudged my fingertips back and forth over her swollen clit and let the sensation pin her to the mattress. She was close. At least as close as she’d been when I’d gone down on her at the club.

I was vicious as I rubbed her, stirring faster and faster, all the while my mouth crept along until it was at the spot her leg met her body. I was so close, she could probably feel my hot breath against her damp skin.

Her voice brimmed with panic. “Grant.”

“Shh,” I whispered. I had no intent of breaking her rule, but every intent of making her balance on the edge of worry. Danger made things more attractive, and I’d use it to my advantage.

I created a seal with my lips and began to suck at the delicate skin that was only an inch away from where I was stroking her. The harder I sucked, the more she bucked and writhed. It probably wasn’t all that comfortable, but she was a submissive. A little discomfort likely gave her a thrill.

“We can’t,” she whined, but her hips moved, rocking with the furious caress of my fingers.

I broke the seal of my lips and admired the dark red mark of my work. Tomorrow it’d probably be a purple-blue. “I’m not doing anything wrong,” I said. “Just letting them know I was here.”

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned.

The concept was too much for her, and she broke open, her body convulsing with waves of bliss.

Yes. Satisfaction poured through me as she came violently. It rocked her body like an earthquake. Gasps and moans flowed from her, each one giving me more power and a pang deep in my belly. I wanted to come and let the pleasure carry me to the same place so I could join her. But just listening and watching her was enough.

More than enough.

The orgasm wracked her body like an electrical shock, and a grin spread across my face. I held my fingers firm to her, feeling the pulse vibrate through her clit, the contractions slowing until I couldn’t sense them anymore.

I climbed to stand, smoothing my palms up her legs, over her belly, and cupped her tits. She sighed with enjoyment as I kissed each nipple, swirling my tongue over the hard buds.

“I want to see it,” she whispered. “Can I watch you jerk off?”

The corner of my mouth pulled up into a lewd smile. She couldn’t touch me, but this was a good compromise. I straightened, and as my huge shadow fell on her, her blue eyes teemed with anticipation.

Down I tugged the waistband of my boxers until they cut across the fronts of my thick thighs, letting my cock spring free. I had a big build and the right proportions all over. I tightened my fist around the head and pushed down my length, all the way to the base. Her gaze followed the stroke of my hand as if mesmerized.

As I pumped up and down, she swallowed so hard it was audible, and her lips parted so she could drag in a deep breath. Her eyes flared with lust, while her hands balled the comforter beneath her. Pleasuring myself felt good, but watching her response to it was infinitely hotter.

Plus, my palm was dry. It didn’t slide easily along my skin—

Tara must have known. She sat up and put her hands flat on my chest, causing me to pause. It was to get me to hold still. Her focus stayed on me as she leaned forward and angled her face downward. Her lips pursed slightly, all so a long strand of saliva could drip from the tip of her tongue and onto my dick.

It was pornographic. Filthy.

Exactly what I needed. I pumped my fist, lubing myself with her saliva, moving and twisting faster until the slick sound of me fucking my hand filled the room. She looked transfixed, her eager gaze bouncing from my hand to my face and back again.