Three Simple Rules (The Blindfold Club #1) (33 page)

He had one arm bent against the wall, his forehead resting against it and his gorgeous eyes cast down on mine. His other hand was wrapped around his dick, holding himself at the right angle to fuck my mouth. I couldn’t see anything else, nor did I want to. I only wanted this man, and told myself the immense pleasure Payton was giving me was from him. He’d allowed this, after all.

“Now you can come while I’m inside you,” he said, his eyes gleaming. He slid his dick as far in as I could take it. Then, back and forth, in and out, slowly at first, like he was gauging how I could handle his thrusts with nothing to hold on to. If I’d had any control, I wouldn’t have been able to use it anyway. I was reaching a critical stage with my orgasm, and my body seized command.

“I love the way you look while you’re sucking my cock,” he whispered. I moaned loudly, and the vibration made him issue a sexy moan.

My eyelids fell closed. The crescendo inside me swelled until it was too powerful, and I succumbed to it, surrendering everything with what would have been a scream if my mouth wasn’t occupied. The pleasure started at my toes and rolled upward, through my knees and hips and up, up, up. Hands clasped around my head and he drove into my mouth, deep enough that he slammed into the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he cried. “Shit . . . shit, shit!”

His hot, thick liquid filled my mouth and rolled down my throat, and I swallowed it, still quaking around him. My eyes fluttered open to find him staring down at me with that intense expression I so loved from him. He was devastatingly handsome, the most beautiful in this moment.

I’d made it rather clear I’d come, and Payton’s mouth had ceased. The bed shifted as she sat back, but right before I got a look, Logan tugged the blindfold down, stealing my vision and my breath in an instant. His zipper rang out once more, but this time it was to do his jeans back up, and I jostled when he stepped off of the bed.

No one spoke, no one moved, leaving me with the impression they were both waiting for me to. But I was still shuddering, and naked, and felt too vulnerable to do anything. Hair swept across my chest and her lips caressed mine.

“Will you share him with me?” she asked.

Blank. That’s what my mind went. It felt like ten seconds had passed from the moment I realized Logan was in the room up until now. Nowhere near enough time to consider whether or not I was okay with a full-on threesome.

“I need more tequila,” I said, avoiding answering.

“Payton, do you mind? Give us a minute,” he said. She made hardly any noise as she departed to the kitchen. I could feel the hesitation in him as he sat on the edge of the bed. The first words out of my mouth had been “Happy birthday,” so he had to have assumed I was gifting him a three-way. Was I okay with doing that? She obviously was.

“Do you want to be shared?” I asked him.

His hands cupped my face gently and he feathered a kiss on my lips. “You’re more than enough for me, you know that, right? But . . . I’m definitely up for whatever.”

I appreciated his skill at sounding indifferent, but he was a man, after all. I knew he wanted it, and he’d said he’d never had one. Men paid thousands of dollars for Payton, and he had paid thousands for me. Both of us at once? How could he not want that?

“What are you thinking?” His mouth danced across my collarbone, working lower.

I had already gone down on another woman in front of him, so the idea of returning the favor on Payton wasn’t much of an issue. Honestly, I had already considered that a possibility, depending on how much both of them wanted to recreate that night at the club. She knew it, even without discussing it, because we knew each other so well. And Payton was stunningly beautiful, plus she certainly knew how to have no-strings-attached sex. But sharing him?

“She’s a professional,” I said.

“You’re worried I’ll like it better with her?” He licked the side of my breast. “Not fucking possible. You are mine, and I am yours.” The mouth on me trailed wet, open kisses from one nipple to the other, teasing me with teeth. “I’m yours to share, or to keep just for yourself.”

I loved him so completely, and knew his words were true. “Take off the blindfold,” I said, quietly.

He pushed it up onto my forehead and I blinked. The sun had set, but it was still bright enough outside to heat the room with light. Logan sat beside me, leaning close, one hand on the bed on either side of my body, his gaze searing and full of love.

“Okay,” I whispered. “But . . . I have rules.”

It was like all the air drained from his lungs. Then his mouth crashed into mine with a kiss that dripped with lust and desire and sin, and I knew instantly I wasn’t going to regret this choice.

“Payton,” he said, his voice raised so she could hear. “Can you join us?”

She sauntered in, clutching the bottle of tequila by the neck, her eyes searching my face for confirmation.

“I have rules,” I repeated.

She took a swig off of the bottle, and he held out a hand, requesting she pass it to him. It was so he could take a long pull on it, not me. He set the bottle on his side table, and his deep, intense gaze locked with mine.

“You can’t kiss her, not on the lips,” I said. That was actually one of Payton’s rules anyway. The one thing she didn’t check on her willing list.

He gave me a wicked smile, like he was pleased I wanted to save that for myself.

“What else?” he asked. I hesitated, unsure of how to put it into words. His voice fell to a hush when his mouth returned to my breasts. “Tell me, Evie.”

“You have to wear a condom with her.” I felt like I needed to explain further. “That connection with nothing between us? It’s only with me.”

“Yes,” he said instantly.

“And you can’t come with her,” I said. “You have to finish with me.”

The wicked smile reappeared. “Absolutely. What else?”

“That’s it.”

Three simple rules; was there more I was supposed to say?

He straightened with what appeared to be surprise. “So . . .
everything
else is allowed?” His eyes left mine and darted to Payton for a moment, who looked utterly thrilled. When his focus returned to me, it was serious. “I can touch her, anywhere?”

“Yes.”

His voice was hypnotic. “I can put my mouth on her, anywhere? Other than her lips?”

“Yes,” I answered. Fingertips trailed down my neck, down the flesh of my breasts where my nipples were still hard knots, stopping just above my legs. A mere inch above where the need was beginning again.

“I can put my cock in her, anywhere?” His voice dropped so low it was only a hint of a question.

I swallowed, trying to imagine the concept of watching him fuck her, and unexpected heat poured through me. “Yes.”

She didn’t need to hear anything else. Her hands yanked her top off, and she dropped it to the floor, exposing her black sheer mesh bra that gave away everything.

“Your tits are amazing,” I echoed back to her from before, and Logan startled, as if excited that I would phrase it this way. His hand went behind his back and yanked his t-shirt over his head, discarding it to the floor. Apparently, being tidy wasn’t the highest priority right now, but then again, I knew this. He’d left that broken glass of wine on the kitchen floor our first night together.

It was erotic watching them survey each other. He stood and moved deliberately to her, going behind her so both sets of eyes were on me, watching for any signal I’d changed my mind. His fingers crept over her shoulder, gliding down her smooth, tan skin. The fingers slipped under the cup of her bra and touched her while he set his mouth on her opposite shoulder, his unblinking gaze locked with mine.

I wouldn’t have thought in a million years I would like watching him put his hands on another woman. I didn’t just like it, I fucking loved it. I wanted . . .

“Take off her bra,” I commanded.

Oh, he really liked that. I’d never given him much of a command before, but it was obvious I was going to have to do that more often. His hand abandoned her for a moment so he could undo the clasp, and then she pulled the fabric away, arching her back into him when both of his hands encircled her breasts from behind. She made a soft noise of pleasure and her eyes shut, but his continued on mine. Even when he rubbed her full breasts, pushing them together and rolling her dark nipples between his fingers.

It wasn’t enough for her. Fingernails lacquered in a dark cherry nail polish flew to the waistband of her jeans and unzipped them.

“Put your hand inside her panties,” I said, although I don’t know how – I felt like I wasn’t breathing. Her moan was filled with aching need when his large hand disappeared inside the undone jeans barely clinging to her hips.

“I think going down on you got her turned on.”

His hand stirred inside her pants and she gasped at his touch. I shifted on the bed, closing my legs. I’d never been more turned on. When I’d watched her those years ago on stage, it wasn’t anything like this. I’d been turned on, sure, but it was embarrassing with all those other people around. It had filled me with unnecessary shame. Here, this show was only for me.

The hand not inside her pants left her breast to shove her jeans down to the floor, and she stepped out of them, exposing her curvy, long legs. Her matching lace panties let me see exactly what he was doing and how he was touching her.

“You have two hands,” I said to him. “One of them is for me.”

“You’re absolutely right. Payton, sit next to her.”

He withdrew from her, and she crawled seductively on her hands and knees across the bed toward me. And just as she leaned in to kiss me, his hands tugged the blindfold back into place. I both wanted it and didn’t want it. I heard her shifting on the sheets as she freed herself from her panties, and now she was as naked as I was. Maybe not seeing Logan’s eyes on her body was a good thing. Her hip was up against me, and one of her legs went over mine, so we were both spread out before him.

“I’m going to make her come,” he said, although I wasn’t sure to whom. “Put those in her mouth so she doesn’t get too loud.”

What—? Wet lace touched my lips, thick with the smell of her. The
taste
of her. The fabric bunched inside my mouth and I moaned against it. Then, hands. Hands everywhere. His fingers pushed inside me, and she moaned loudly in my ear, one of her breasts right up against mine. Her hand was on my clitoris, rubbing furiously, them working together as a team to pleasure me.

The second orgasm stormed onto the scene. Payton’s whimpering was loud, and hurried, too loud to be caused only by what she was doing to me. I couldn’t ask because of the panties shoved in my mouth. I couldn’t see because of the blindfold, and I couldn’t touch because I was bound to the bed. Almost all of my freedoms had been stolen away and I reveled in it. I was sure he was pleasing her the same way he was pleasing me, and I imagined his fingers slipping inside her as his fingers thrust deep inside me. When they curled back, her moans matched mine, identical.

“Are you going to come for me?” he asked.

I nodded my head—

“Yes,” she answered on a heavy breath. Hearing that she was so close, just like I was, kicked it up another level so every move of their hands sent waves of bliss dancing through me. Beside me, she tensed and her fingers on my skin drifted to a stop.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come,” she cried.

If I had use of my mouth, I would have said the same. I listened to her sharp breaths, heard her cry of ecstasy, and let it pull me right along with her. We both thrashed on the bed in the throes of our orgasms, and he left his fingers inside, giving us something to ride on.

“Good girls.” He yanked the panties out of my mouth and filled it with his soft, indecent tongue, like he was fucking me with a kiss. Even though I wasn’t cold, I shivered in anticipation. “Can you get on top of her?” He scooped his hands under me and pulled me down so I was flat on my back. When she straddled me, she ground her wet skin against mine, and I gasped at how shockingly pleasurable this action was.

“Fuck.” She sounded as surprised as I was. She moved fast, rising off of me and edging her knee inside my thigh to force my leg up and back. She sank back down, positioned over me just so, and our pussies touched.

“Payton, oh my god.”

I don’t know what Logan was doing, but I could hear his uneven breath, which deepened when she began to slide on me, riding me. Her body ground against mine, bringing us both enjoyment at the same time. Was I supposed to like this? Because I really, really did.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he said, kissing me again. “You like that pussy on yours?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Take the blindfold off. Untie me.”

He stood and hesitated before answering. “Not yet, naughty girl. You didn’t ask permission to come last time.”

“You mean when her panties were in my mouth?”

He gave a laugh, edged with wickedness.

There was a rustle and Payton gasped. “Evie, his cock is huge.”

His laugh now was soft; startled and pleased. I suppose it’s nice to hear that from your girlfriend, but Payton had been with considerably more men than me, so this cemented it as fact. His clothes were off, and the mattress protested as he knelt on it, moving behind her and between my legs. When she lifted up again on her knees and her damp skin drew away, it was replaced with another sensation – her breasts on mine.