It Takes Two (Blindfold Club 0.50)

Ben’s face clouded with unease. “You want me to choke her?” His gaze snapped my direction, silently demanding me to protest.

“No.” Scott reached up, delicately setting his hand on the base of my neck. “Like this.” My heart pounded at the contact of his warm fingers against my heated skin. There wasn’t pressure in his touch. “Or if you’re behind her, like this.” His grip adjusted so his hand was wrapped around my throat, but his fingers simply rested there. Possessive and seductive.

Oh, man. Did he feel how hard I just swallowed? A smile teased his lips as his touch left me.

“We’re not going to block the scene,” Kimberly said. “Let’s just have fun and do what everyone’s feeling. I’ll only speak up if it’s needed.” Her focus turned to me. “You’re in good hands with Scott.”

Her honest tone helped ease my nerves, and although she’d dropped the bomb of the threesome, I felt like my safety and comfort were more important than getting good footage.

There weren’t any lights on the cameras signaling they were filming, but the air grew intense and serious when she stared down at the viewscreen. “Can you tell us your names?”

I wasn’t sure who was supposed to speak, and exchanged a glance with Scott. “Ladies first.”

I turned back to the camera. “I’m Nina.”

As the guys introduced themselves, Scott took off his hat and tossed it aside, combing his fingers through his wavy hair. Was I subtly leaning toward him? I sat up straighter and turned to Ben, not wanting to show more interest in one over the other.

Ben had a strong jaw, a straight, Roman nose, and eyes like black holes. A force like gravity pulled me in. What would have happened if Ben had shown up first? Would I be leaning his direction?

We chatted for a while about how it was my first time, if I’d ever been with two guys at once, and I know I answered, but my brain raced a million miles an hour. Ben’s fingertips skimmed along the bare skin of my thigh where the dress stopped, making me flinch. He chuckled at my reaction but held his hand up in surrender.

“Sorry,” I said quickly. “You can touch me, you just caught me by surprise.”

He grinned and his fingers were back, tracing the edge of my dress. My breath stalled in my lungs when Scott swept the hair off of my shoulder and leaned in. Warm, damp lips settled on the nape of my neck and caused me to shudder.

My eyes hooded as both men touched me. Ben’s hand slid along the length of my thigh

while Scott’s fingers pressed gently into my shoulder, holding me still. His mouth carved a path, his breath steaming across my skin, all while Kimberly and the cameras watched.

The air grew thick and heavy with lust.

My lips parted when I turned to Ben. His black eyes pinned me in place on the edge of the bed, while Scott continued to seduce me with his wicked mouth. I tilted my head to the side to give him more room, and he took it. Fuck, he was good at that. He used both tongue and teeth on the sensitive skin just beneath my ear.

A soft moan slipped from me, but both of the men must have heard it, because they acted like it was permission to go further. Ben eased my knees apart, and the pads of his fingers worked up, lifting my skirt with it. The thin fabric trailed and tickled softly as it went, all the way until my pale pink lace underwear was exposed.

Scott was inside the top of my dress, peeling the strap down with a firm hand. Every tiny centimeter of skin the men exposed brought me closer the point of no return, not that I cared anymore. Nina Hale, the girl who couldn’t get anything better than an entry-level temp job, was about to go down in flames, and Nina the porn star would rise in her place.

The strap of my dress hung loose at my elbow and cool air wafted over my breast as Scott bared it for everyone to see. My nipples had tightened into hard peaks, aching for attention.

One of the guys made a sound of appreciation, but my lust-hazy mind couldn’t determine which one. Ben’s fingers tugged at the other strap, pulling the dress until it was a waded rope around my arms, holding me in place.

“Look at those perfect tits,” Ben said. “You want me to suck on them?”

I didn’t need to perform, my answer was genuine. “Yes.”

“Not yet, Nina.” Scott’s voice was like the devil’s. “We need to see all of you first.”

Could the microphone pick up the way he said my name like it was dirty? And special? A rush of warmth spread between my legs.

“Show us,” he commanded.

It was strange. I should have felt vulnerable, but the more undressed I became, the more power flooded through me. I pushed up to stand, no longer shaky on my heels, and shoved the dress down, stretching it over my hips until it was a puddle of fabric on the carpet.

“Goddamn, that is one fuckable ass,” Ben said. His hand was warm on my cheek and squeezed, his rough fingers digging in. It felt good.

“I want to see that pussy, Nina,” Scott said.

Kimberly had faded behind the lights. There were just the two men and the cameras now, but I was going to put on a show. I slipped my thumbs beneath the band at my hips and methodically worked the panties down, each side at a time to tease.