Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

“Do you like being in my ass?”

“Fuck, yes.” He rolled my nipple between two fingers and pinched it. “Does it feel good for you?”

“I fucking love it.”

He was thrusting hard at an urgent pace. His desperate breaths said he wasn’t going to last long. Thank god because I was right there with him. My fingers on my clit were frantic. I was on fire. Crazy with lust. Out of my mind with need.

The room closed in and the air thickened with desire and sex. Something intense grew closer with each gasp we sought. I was trembling. Going to come any minute now and I wanted him with me. I slipped two fingers inside my pussy, grinding on the heel of my palm as my fingers massaged him through the wall of my channel.

“Shit, what are you . . . fuck. Fuck!” His heated hand on my breast squeezed, gripping me as his body hardened and shuddered. I could feel the moan of his release resonate through his chest in the seconds before my climax started.

“Oh my god, Dominic,” I cried. I don’t know how long my orgasm lasted. Just that it was sharp. Intense.

Out of this world.

I collapsed forward off of him onto my belly, and he dropped down just to the side, his arm and leg over me. My spent muscles were shaking and twitching, which he could probably feel.

I slowed my breathing with my face turned away from him. His arm began to move. Lazy, gentle strokes over my back. Caressing me.

“Look at me,” he asked softly. His face was creased with worry. “Are you all right?”

I gave him a huge smile. “All right? I’m way better than all right. What about you?”

“Yeah. Way better than all right, too.” The kiss he gave me was tender and dangerous. “That was . . . You’re amazing.”

I held my breath. Not sure what I should say. He didn’t seem to mind my silence. He kissed me again, then slipped away to the bathroom. While he was gone, I tried to keep my mind empty. I didn’t like that he was gone, especially when he was only ten feet away and just behind a goddamn door. I didn’t want to think about it, or the realization I was one day closer to leaving. I’d just gotten here.

When he came back, I went into the bathroom and cleaned up, and when I came out, it was dark in the bedroom.

“Dominic?” My shin located the side of the bed and I groaned.

“Sorry.” A strong arm closed around me, and the other one swept under my knees, lifting me up into his arms.

“What are you doing?” I gasped.

“Getting a head start on our discussion of sleeping arrangements.”

“No—”

The sneaky bastard only had to carry me a single step, then knelt on the bed, laying me down with his arm locked around me. “Come on. Don’t make us sleep in that other bed.”

“I’m not. You’re supposed to stay here.”

“Forget it. If you get up, I’m gonna follow you.”

I struggled against the arm. Sort of. Not my best effort. Part of me didn’t care anymore. Time with Dominic was limited, and he obviously wanted this badly . . . I could allow this.

I blew out an exasperated sigh. “Let me up so I can put on my sleeping stuff.”

“Yeah, I was surprised to discover clothes on you last night after you told me you sleep in the nude.”

“I lied.”

My eyes had adjusted to the darkness so I could see the white of his teeth as he grinned. “So, I’m supposed to believe if I let you go, you’re going to put on some clothes and come back to me?”

My heart raced at the implication and my voice tightened its pitch. “Only one way to find out.”

His hold eased to release me. There was a click and his lamp sprung to life, bathing us in warm light.