Three Simple Rules (The Blindfold Club #1) (32 page)

“Tell me if it’s too tight, I’m not so good at tying slipknots.”

The ribbon wound around my wrist. A second time, and I felt the tug as she knotted it. It was tight, but not too tight. Her footsteps led her around the bed.

“Scoot over, you’re not centered.” My heart beat faster at her hushed voice. I slid across the sheets, carrying the pillow with me, and scratched my nose. Of course it had begun to itch. Her grip was light on my free wrist, drawing it up so she could tie it off.

“Now comes the waiting,” I said, when it was done.

But the side of the bed dipped down. She’d sat beside me, and with the blindfold on I could focus on her movements by sound. Ends of her hair brushed on my chest when she leaned over me, her breath right beside my face.

My head jolted backward when her lips brushed mine. “What are you doing?” It came out confused and not angry. It wasn’t the first time she’d kissed me. We’d been out bar-hopping after graduation, and she’d been hit on relentlessly by this guy who would not take no for an answer. He’d followed us to another bar, and it was the only time I ever saw Payton nervous. So when she told him she wasn’t into guys, she turned and kissed me, and I played along.

It hadn’t worked. All it did was put me in his sights too, and eventually we hid in the bathroom for twenty minutes and escaped out the back. She’d thanked me, and that had been all. But there was something nice about how she’d kissed me then, tentative and cautious at first, and then greedy and passionate when she knew I was willing to help her sell the lie.

It was sort of the same this time. She didn’t answer my question with words. Her satiny lips pressed against mine hesitantly, her breath hurried, and this time I was too stunned to react. A hand slipped behind my neck, and her fingers curled into my hair, and the kiss deepened another shade.

“Whoa, wait,” I said, breaking it off, my head spinning. “Payton—”

“I’ve never been with another woman.”

I don’t know which was more surprising; the fact that she hadn’t, or that I was technically more experienced than her at something. She tasted like tequila this time, and her sultry kiss was hypnotic. I didn’t have use of my hands, so I couldn’t stop her, nor could I slide my hands through her hair and hold her into the kiss. And I had absolutely no fucking idea which one I would have done.

The lips abandoned mine and sought out the skin below my ear, and her silky hair fell into my face, pulled into my mouth along with the ragged breaths I was struggling for. “What are you doing?” I asked again, desperate and disoriented.

“Getting you warmed up for him,” she purred into my neck. Her palm was flat on my shoulder, inching down, and when I realized where she was heading I jolted again. No idea if it was a recoil or a reaction to the fire her skin on mine created. The hand crept over and down, until . . .

“Your hand is on my boob.” Sometimes when I’m drunk I like to say the obvious stuff out loud.

Her mouth returned to mine, muffling any protest I might have made. I couldn’t think when she was touching me. Everything scattered hopelessly. What would happen if I asked her to stop? Would things descend into awkwardness? What would happen if I kissed her back? She was a beautiful woman, desired by many, and that she now desired me was powerful.

There was a tiny voice that said this was cheating. I loved Logan. I shouldn’t be kissing someone else, and certainly not my best friend. I turned my head again, ending the kiss, but I couldn’t do anything about her hand that continued to massage me. Her fingernails scraped lightly over my nipple and I gasped. It felt wrong. And good.

“We can’t,” I said, breathless. “You’re my best friend, and I’m with Logan.”

“You don’t want to?”

I struggled to find an answer. One that wouldn’t hurt her feelings, wasn’t a lie, and wouldn’t require me to really consider whether or not I wanted this, because I worried I did. “We shouldn’t. It’s going to mess things up between us.”

She shifted on the bed to where she seemed to be lying beside me. “No, it won’t. We could do it as a one-time thing. As long as we communicate and set some rules, I think it could be really fun.”

Like I needed more rules. “But Logan—”

“Won’t be here for at least a half-hour.” Something flat and wet dragged across my nipple, then swirled. Her tongue.

I jerked against the ties. “Oh my god.”

She followed it by using her teeth, sucking me into her mouth and nipping at my flesh. I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs at how naughty this was. If Logan walked in right now, what would he do? Would he be angry? Would he want to watch? Encourage?

“Please, Evie?” she whispered against my skin, her lips moving on me. “I’ll make you feel so good, and I promise I won’t let it get weird.”

My conflicted mind, impaired by the tequila, couldn’t raise an answer, but my body could. When she kissed me on the lips, I parted mine and gave her tongue entrance into my mouth. I kissed her back, telling myself the liquor had made this decision, like that would absolve me. I moaned against her mouth as her body rose over me and her jean-wrapped legs went on either side of my lap. Her touch was more deliberate now, caressing and exploring my skin, followed by her hot mouth. The weight of her body pressed onto my center, increasing the sensation there.

She lingered over my breasts, following the curve of my body with her delicate hands, all the while her tongue teased mine. I was as interested in her as she was in me. Her kiss was shocking, intense, and so different from his. Foreign and exotic. I sighed into her, and her against me—

She sat up abruptly for the heat of her hands was gone. Had she changed her mind?

“Payton,” I gasped, filled with worry. “What’s—?”

She moved again, using a knee to guide my legs apart. I hadn’t really considered what she’d meant when she said she hadn’t been with another woman. It hadn’t registered until this moment, when the mattress groaned and her body slipped noisily across the sheets, lower. Until she was, I assumed, kneeling between my legs. Her hair trailed behind her mouth, tickling me as she ventured downward.

“Is this okay with you?” she asked. “If I lick this pussy?”

I couldn’t breathe. My hands wrapped around the ties, balling them into fists. If kissing wasn’t cheating, this certainly had to be. My traitorous body wanted it, but my mind? That was totally on the fence. Fingertips skimmed over the inside of my thigh when her mouth pressed into the flesh where I had been freshly waxed bare a few days ago. Logan was a fan of the look, and I found it sexy too.

She didn’t wait long for my answer, which was good because I pressed my lips together. Her mouth stopped wandering and left my skin, and I heard her settle into the mattress. Warm breath again told me how close she was, only a few inches away.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” she said. “Is any of that for me, or is it all for him?”

That only made matters worse in that department. I cried out, a mixture of shock and pleasure when her fingertips found me.

“I . . .” That was as far as I got. The fingers touched and explored, steady and even. It was like she was painting bliss with her fingers on me.

“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked again.

But she’d already gone too far for us to turn back. I was panting, and although I probably sounded ridiculous, I couldn’t stop myself. I drew a leg up until my knee was bent and let it fall to the side, urging her to do it.

“Oh, holy fuck,” I babbled the instant her tongue grazed me. My legs jerked with pleasure, falling farther apart and giving her greater access which she took advantage of. Her hot, wet mouth covered me, and the tongue caressed, back and forth, sizzling. Need built like a volcano and threatened to erupt. “For having never done it before, you’re doing a really good job,” I uttered on staggered breath.

She let loose a deep, low moan of satisfaction. In fact, she was loud. That wasn’t surprising. I’d walked in on her touching herself once and it was quite a production. She’d been so loud, it made me wonder if I wasn’t doing it right to myself because I didn’t sound like that.

“Does that feel good?” The tongue flicked hard over the tight bundle of nerves. I pushed the thoughts away that Payton was going down on me, and focused on her wicked mouth.

“Yes,” I encouraged. “Yes, right there.” I trembled under the power of her lips buried against my wet, swollen skin until I was writhing on the bed. I moved beneath her, shifting my hips back and forth, basically fucking her face. I moaned, louder and louder with every pass of her tongue.

“Oh, shit,” I blurted out. “You’re going to make me come.”

“I thought that was the point.”

No. And yes, god yes
. Her tongue darted all the way inside. Wet, velvet pleasure. That’s what her tongue was. “I’m not allowed without his permission.”

She laughed like that was funny, but it was anything but amusing to me. I couldn’t disobey his rule with all I was already doing; I was being bad enough.

“Um, what?” she said.

“We have a rule that we can’t . . . oh, god . . . not allowed to come without permission.”

She paused. “How would he know?”

I don’t know how, but I knew it with certainty. “He just would.”

Her hands dragged up my thighs until she could use her fingers to spread me back, wider into her sensual kiss. Her mouth focused on my clit, and everything in me focused on that. I fought to steady my breathing.

“Please,” I moaned, trying to draw myself away from the edge.

“What do you want to do?”

I could have told her to stop. But no, I was too greedy for the promised orgasm. I hoped it didn’t sound as guilty as I felt. “We have to call him.”

The mouth stopped and pulled back, and I sighed in frustration. Footsteps carried her away into the kitchen, and she was gone for forever. There was a loud rustling as Payton dug through my purse, and a bang like it fell to the floor, followed by mumbling. She thundered back in, resuming her position on the bed, and a thumb brushed over me seconds before the mouth returned.

“Fuck,” I said. In a heartbeat, I was right back at the edge of the orgasm, aching for release. “That feels too good. Did you get my phone?”

She set something cold, heavy and square on my stomach. “Here you go. Call him.”

I couldn’t because my arms were tied above my head. Tied well, too. Had she lied and spent the afternoon practicing goddamn knots? “You have to dial and put it on speaker.”

“I’m busy.” Her tongue lashed at where I was dripping wet.

“Oh my god, Payton, you have to. Please.” I bit down on my lip, my face scrunching in concentration on holding it back.

“What do you need to ask him for?”

What? Did eating me out make her forgetful? “I need his permission to come.”

“Go ahead,” Logan answered.

chapter

TWENTY-TWO

A panicked noise tore from my throat, but Payton didn’t let it deter her from her task.
Oh shit.
My brain disconnected and shut off, and the tequila told me it had it covered when I tried to find a response. I hadn’t seen him at the office once today, although, technically, I wasn’t seeing him now either. “Happy birthday.”

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

His startling announcement that I had permission to come had actually derailed things a bit. My heart raced and my breath came and went is short, gulping gasps, and I was going to die if he didn’t say something.

“Logan—”

Two steps, almost silent, thudded on the carpet and his warm hand cupped my face. “Yes, naughty girl?” His deep, quiet voice flooded my ears, filling them with memories of last time I’d had a blindfold on.

“How long have you been there?”

“She was asking me if it was okay to go down on you.” His lips touched mine, and the sensation of kissing him, while Payton’s tongue dipped between my folds pushed me to the brink. “I’m impressed. Last time you had a blindfold on you were quite the rule-breaker.” He kissed me at full intensity and my back arched off the bed. My hands strained to try to wrap around him. I needed him now.

“I want to come with you inside me,” I whispered.

“She seems to be doing such a good job, though.” He was quiet, considering. “Can you move up and sit against the headboard?”

I didn’t understand, but I did as he asked, sliding up on the bed so I was upright and the wood of the headboard rested flat against my back. Whatever he had planned, she must have understood. Both sets of hands touched my knees, gently pushing them back so I had them spread.

“I like the way she tastes,” Payton said. Her tongue swiped again, and I moaned loudly. It felt great, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

“Her pussy tastes amazing,” he said. The mattress sagged suddenly, like a huge, concentrated amount of weight was on it, and then it shifted again, closer to me. One on either side of my hips. He was standing on the bed, over me. Jeans were unsnapped, a zipper pulled down.

“Open your mouth, naughty girl.”

I gasped and parted my lips to draw air in, and the fleshy head of his dick shoved inside. I accepted it, thrilled, but what about what I’d asked for? Fingers trailed up my face, slipping beneath the blindfold to push it up on my forehead. Just enough to give me a peek.