Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

He rocked his hips once. Then, a second time and I gasped. Sex with Dominic without a condom? It was like taking the restrictor plate off of my pleasure. I could feel everything. While his body was pleasing me below, his mouth was doing the same above. He pushed my hair out of the way and kissed my neck. He nibbled on my ear. His hands were over mine, lacing his fingers through my grip on the sheet.

I wasn’t going to last long. “I’m already close,” I warned.

“Come for me. Right now.”

I shouldn’t have said anything. I wanted to wait. I wanted him to hold me at that edge forever, but once the words tumbled from his mouth there was no stopping it. I would do anything for him.

My fists tightened around his fingers while I burst inside, heat spilling all over. It pumped through my veins like lava. As it rushed out of my center, it caused spasms. Coming with him deep inside sent me into oblivion.

“Mine,” he whispered.

He’d drained my mind of anything else and only this thought remained. “Yours,” I whispered back.

A sharp noise of surprise rang out, followed by silence. One of his large hands untangled from mine. It slipped beneath the band on the blindfold and pushed it up on my forehead, and then his palm held my cheek, my face turned to his.

It came out like a question instead of a command. “Kiss me.”

I blinked against the brightly lit room and he came into focus. Those blue eyes searched my face. I was more than willing to obey his order. That spark between us surged when I claimed his mouth.

Instead of thrusting, he ground his hips into me. I bit down on his bottom lip gently. It made him do it again. And again.

I broke the kiss. “Let’s do this all night.”

Dominic gave a short half-laugh. “All night? Just like this?” His hips swiveled and I moaned. Then that cock slid almost all the way out and eased back inside. “You don’t like that?” he teased.

It all felt better than anything I’d had, so I wasn’t about to be picky.

The air in the room got hot and thick as he fucked me. It was a struggle to suck air into my lungs when Dominic found a rhythm that walked the line of agony and ecstasy. His hand cupping

my face tightened and his forehead pressed against my temple as his orgasm approached. His heavy breathing, occasionally punctuated by groans, filled my ear.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Come,” I said. “Come for me. Right now.”

His cock hardened to steel. The muscles in his upper body went rigid, locking into place as he went to the brink, and then over the edge. The deep, throaty moan was almost as sexy as the feeling of him releasing inside me. No boundaries holding him back. His climax lasted a lot longer than anything he’d had with me before, and I grinned listening to him fall apart. He stilled and his hurried breathing began to return to normal.

We lay like that, him inside me, holding my head in one hand, the other still tangled with my fingers, for a quiet moment. It was as if he didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want to end that connection, and I sure as shit didn’t, either. Everything about tonight had been . . . spectacular. I couldn’t find any other word to describe it.

He nuzzled me with his nose just by my earlobe. A soft, sweet gesture that disarmed me.

“Payton . . .” he whispered. “I love you.”

The world tilted and threatened to throw me off. I couldn’t breathe. He was crushing me. Too much.

I . . . I had to escape.

He was looking for me to answer back with those three words, but I couldn’t find them. I could only find one.

“Jaguar.”

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TWENTY

Dominic slid out of me and backed off the bed. Heavy footsteps pounded off, telling me he’d fled the room. Fuck. This was a disaster.

I hurled the blindfold off my head, annoyed that I couldn’t get off the handcuffs. I was annoyed at everything. This stupid bed where I’d had the best sex of my life. My response to Dominic’s confession. And I was annoyed at the man in the kitchen who’d just driven me face-first into an emotional wall.