Three Simple Rules (The Blindfold Club #1) (34 page)

She kissed me and I answered back in kind until her mouth traipsed down my neck.

“Fuck, Logan,” she sighed against my flesh. “That feels so good.”

“What’s he doing?”

“He put . . .” she drew in a deep breath, “his tongue in me.” The conflict grew in my mind on whether or not I liked this. The possessiveness I’d felt that night Tara had approached us reared its head, and I was thankful he’d left the blindfold on. Yet listening to her fight for breath was audio sex, and the muscles low in my stomach clenched with desire. Maybe I did want to see.

“Yeah? You like eating my pussy?” she asked. “You like fucking me with your mouth?” He didn’t answer her, but he must have picked up the pace because a whole bunch of dirty words spilled out, punctuated by her short gasps. Followed by, “I can’t wait for you to fuck me with that big, hard cock.”

There was a thump as he backed off the bed and padded over toward the headboard. “Come here.”

He was talking to both of us. She used her body to guide mine closer to the edge of the mattress. Closer to him. Fingers peeled the mask up and then completely off. At some point, maybe when he’d lost his pants, he’d turned on the lights, and it took me a moment to adjust.

My vision came into focus, up close and personal with Payton’s face, her lips wrapped around the head of his dick. My gaze went up to Logan’s, and once again, he watched me with an intense expression, gauging my reaction. I . . . didn’t mind. It was sexy. Watching the helmet of his massive dick disappear inside her was insane. I couldn’t stop watching.

He pulled back from her and set his damp flesh on my lips, asking for entrance. I opened and took him inside.

“Can you . . . untie her?” he asked her. He was so hard in my mouth, and pulsed when I ran my tongue along the length of him. The knot on the far side tugged and jerked, and came free while Logan struggled to undo the one closest to him. I was released a few moments later and, ignoring the ache in my shoulders, I latched a hand on the base of his dick.

I gave myself a few greedy seconds on him, knowing what he wanted. Two mouths on him at once. Because I was beneath her, I pulled off of him and held his dick for her, encouraging her to take over. Meanwhile, I traced a circle lower on his balls, and his whole body shuddered. I let my grip on him fall away, letting Payton do what she wanted so I could focus below.

“Fuck, girls. That’s so fucking amazing.”

Our tongues met on his skin, and he made a noise of pure, raw satisfaction. We took turns stroking him and sliding him in and out of our mouths, and his face twisted with strangled pleasure, holding himself back. How had this bed not burst into flames? His hand yanked open the drawer and tore a condom off the strip, his shoulders lifting with each deep breath he took.

“Lie down, Payton, on your back.” It was a request, not a command, and his voice was uneven. “Evie, come here.”

She rolled off of me, and repositioned herself on her back, right at the edge of the bed, touching herself. I rose up onto my knees, a little concerned about his voice.

“What’s wrong, boss?” I whispered, and he kissed me passionately, desperate.

“I don’t want to fuck things up between us.” He dropped the condom packet on the sheet beside me and his hands roamed down my back, pressing me into his hard body and soft skin, and I stretched into his embrace. “Are you sure this is okay?”

I couldn’t help that my eyes fell to the condom wrapper he’d yet to tear open. I always regretted the things I didn’t do way more than the things I had done. Even though we’d been together for a short time, it felt so much longer. I felt . . . stable. Like nothing could really break us, certainly not something like sex, given how we’d come together in the first place. The dirtiest part of me? She wanted this. Not just the physical act, but the power it gave me.

I lifted the condom wrapper up and tore it open with shaky hands. He pulled it out and proceeded to roll it on, while I grabbed the tequila off the nightstand. I wanted this shockingly twisted act, but a little liquid courage couldn’t hurt either. I gagged at the bite of the liquor.

“Don’t break my rules,” I said, trying to sound playfully stern like he did to me, but it came out anxious.

“I won’t.” As soon as he was ready, he put his hands on my hips and pressed gently back. And left. He wanted me over her mouth, and she did too.

“Come here,” she said, her voice hushed and her hands needy on the skin of my thighs.

I think we were all nervous, all felt like we were right at the edge of something incredibly risky yet thrilling. He put one hand on her knee when he stood in between her legs, and that hand slipped down to touch her quickly, making sure she was ready to take him. His other hand looped behind my neck, his strong arm holding my head, making sure I couldn’t look away from him. Like I would want to do that.

Beneath me, her sinful tongue touched my sensitive flesh, and my sharp intake of breath let him know what she’d done. It was hard to focus on it. His dick, glistening from the condom, pressed forward until it was against her. His gaze didn’t leave mine. Not even when the head of his dick crept forward, easing inside, and he began to fuck her.

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TWENTY-THREE

She groaned, and her hands, wrapped around my spread thighs, tightened their hold.
Oh my god, oh my god.
He pushed deeper, slowly, and his eyes were black holes. Inescapable.

“Yes,” she purred, and swiped her tongue over me in response, and I gasped again.

My hands rested on my thighs, but when he advanced further inside her, I trapped his head and yanked it roughly to me. I needed the connection to him right then.

“Fuck,” she cried. “Oh god, please fuck me.”

I looked down at the body beneath me. Beneath us. Her large, perfect breasts with tight nipples called out to be touched, and since I hadn’t done it before, I set the pads of my fingertips on her skin and found it smooth yet firm. Touching her this way was addicting. Then, his first gentle thrust and her breasts shifted and returned to rest.

He had a hand on her hip, bracing himself, and his fingers curled into her flesh, strengthening their hold. His second thrust contained more power and went deeper, and this time her whole body bounced. The moan between my legs was immediately followed by a flurry of activity that had me shaking. Logan thrust again and again, picking up his pace, and with each one I was rewarded by her mouth. Maybe she’d lied about not being with another woman, too, because what she was doing to me was unbelievable.

Or maybe it was the scene before me. His face, full of concentration, was haunting and erotic as he moved in and out of her. She arched her back and dug her nails into my legs. I was panting when one of his hands grasped my breast and his other hand closed around one of hers.

“Do you like it?” I asked. “Does she feel good?”

The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile, like I’d momentarily broken his concentration. “Yes. Do you like her eating your pussy? Because I could watch her do it all night.” His sinful voice wrapped around me. “Would you like that?”

I couldn’t render any kind of an answer.

He thrust into her hard, and she let loose an enormous sound of need and desire. “Fuck, Logan, yes. Give it to me.”

“Give you what?” he teased, drawing back so he was barely inside.

“Your cock,” she whined.

“This is Evie’s cock. So you say her name when you come.”

I trembled at his words. He drove into her, ruthless and steady, and I could feel her orgasm approaching. Her legs were wrapped tight around his waist. Her toes pointed and her muscles tighten in preparation, and her body arched off the mattress to meet his hips. Her tongue slowed down on teasing me, but watching, hearing . . . feeling her orgasm was fucking sexy. A porn right in front of me, only infinitely hotter.

“Evie, oh fuck, Evie. Shit, I’m coming!”

As it happened, Logan grabbed my shoulder and jerked me into his brutal kiss, like he wanted to devour me. He’d slowed his rhythm as she convulsed and moaned, her cries falling against my skin, but I could feel every thrust he made reverberating up his body, and his lips slammed against mine while his hips beat into her.

As she began to recover, her tongue surged again and my head lolled forward to rest on his shoulder. “Her tongue is inside me,” the tequila told him. Like last time, it felt amazing, but I craved more. “Logan—”

He must have sensed what I was about to say. “Not yet. Soon.” My gaze fell to between her legs with envy. His dick impaled her over and over again, getting faster and slicker in the aftermath of her orgasm. “I want us to make her come again.”

“Yes,” she moaned, clearly liking that idea. Her finger worked its way into me, while her mouth continued to suck and stroke, fucking me senseless. Still, no matter how good it felt, it wasn’t going to be enough. I needed him, so what I really needed was for her to come again.

“Fuck her harder,” I said on a broken breath.

He gazed at me with lust-filled eyes, and rammed into her. She quivered and sighed with delight. “Yes . . . yes . . .”

“Harder,” I commanded, this time with a little more weight in my voice. He slipped a hand behind her knee and lifted it, setting her ankle on his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her thigh, pushing deeper with a thrust that knocked her mouth off of me. A sound of enjoyment from him was barely audible over her moans. My thighs were burning with the exertion anyway, so I straightened up on my knees and slid closer. All the way until her leg was sandwiched between Logan and I, and I could flatten my breasts against his damp, bare chest. Hands clamped down on my ass, squeezing. Her hands.

“Yes,” she chanted, “yes, yes, yes . . .”

“Harder,” I ordered, and a shift went through him. His face was dark, powerful, and streaked with authority. I knew instantly who this was – the man in the shower, the one I hadn’t seen since then, even when I’d asked for him. Was there danger unleashing him? I was much too thrilled to care.

He pounded into her, furious and unapologetic, and the hand not holding her leg wrapped around my throat. Fingers squeezed as his grip tightened on me, crossing the threshold into uncomfortable.
Whoa.

It was gone as quickly as he’d set it on me, moving across my skin to the back of my head, and he jerked a fistful of my hair back, forcing my chin up so his mouth could crash against my neck. I made a noise of deep, raw pleasure.

“Am I fucking her to your satisfaction?” His voice was harsh and rough, and it was like he’d shot me right in my center with heat so acute I couldn’t breathe. The ache in my sex was painful, and I was desperate.

“Make her come,” I half-ordered, half-pleaded, loud enough to cut through the sound of his skin slapping against hers. He took my hand in his and shoved it down between our bodies, placing my fingers on her swollen nub.

The bed shook with his powerful thrusts, and I rubbed her flesh, not caring that his thrusts were crushing my fingers against her.

“Shit, oh shit,” she babbled. Her hand slapped my ass and kneaded the flesh. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

I was wildly out of control, and yet in control when she came again, seizing and screaming on the mattress. Before me, the look of aggression began to wane from Logan’s face when his pace slowed to a stop. Breathing sounded like a struggle for Payton, a struggle she was just starting to win when he abruptly pulled out of her. His hand hooked around the back of my neck and he shoved me down roughly, so my head was right in between her legs.

The tight, pink skin was before me and I closed my eyes, inching forward. I ran my tongue down through her crevice, and she jolted, mumbling something I couldn’t understand but that sounded like encouragement.

I focused on my job, anxious to return the pleasure and see if I could do as well as she’d done. My tongue gathered up her wetness as I fluttered it, and I shifted into a position more comfortable for pleasing her—

“I want to fuck you while you do that.”

Yes.
I climbed off of her and put my feet on the carpet, rising to stand before him. I didn’t have to ask how he wanted me. He turned me toward her as she slid backward, her whole body now on the bed, and she bent her knees, opening her legs. Payton drew up onto her elbows, her tousled hair hanging to brush over her breasts, and she curled a finger at me in a seductive
“Come hither.
” The desire and sex filled every goddamn inch of the room and I was powerless to disobey.

My legs shook as I placed my hands on her knees, letting them glide down the curve of her long legs toward her center as I lowered into her. There was the subtle noise of Logan pulling the condom off and tossing it in the trash can.

I brushed my thumb over her, rolling a circle where I liked it best, figuring that’s where she would like it too. Oh, yeah, she did. Her enormous sigh made the muscles of my sex clench. Hands grasped my waist, and his hard dick, the one I’d been without forever, nudged me. I set my mouth on her, and he dipped the head of his dick . . . the head of
my
cock . . . inside me.

“More, Logan,” I begged. “I want all of you.”