Page 35 of Blind Sin

“Shhh. We have to be quiet.” There’s a pause. “Here, you might want this.” He thrusts a pillow up at me.

I already have a pillow...” but before I can get the last word out, it turns into a moan as he clamps his lips down on my nipple. Now I understand what the pillow is for. It’s not to rest my head on, but to stifle the moans. I squirm as his tongue teases my nipple and my hips buck up again, desperate for something more. Gritting my teeth against the overwhelming sensations, I simultaneously draw him closer, my fingers entwined in his hair, while the other hand clutches the pillow to my face. The sound I make as he clamps his lips down, sucking hard, is deadened by the pillow.

“I think we can safely say that you like that,” Alexander mutters as he starts kissing lower. I throw the pillow to the side, but not far enough that I won’t be able to reach it when I need it. One day I’ll be able to do this with abandon, making all the noise I like, but I understand the need to keep this secret. And I need a secret of my own. I’ve never had one before I met these three.

“Let’s see what else you like,” he hums, running his lips down my stomach and down further still. It’s almost relief when he runs his tongue over my throbbing clit. Now this is something we both know I like. This is what made me see.

I can’t be the only one with expectations as he laps at me, but it’s not expectation that has my hands wrapping around his hair and my hips bucking in a strange, almost painful desperation. This is the longest foreplay, starting from the moment I stepped out of the car back in his parents’ parking lot. He grips onto my thighs, one arm over each as he dips his tongue into my wetness, shocking me to the core, then bringing it back to my clit. I thought I was ready for the orgasm, but when it hits, it takes me over completely and then, when the waves come, each one pushing me higher, there it is again. A flash of light. I grit my teeth together to stifle my moans – the pillow has fallen off the bed somewhere and I have to inhale deeply to stop from crying out with the intensity of it.

“I saw something,” I whimper as my body takes over in a response that isn’t learned, but natural. The built up tension bleeds from me and my body goes slack around him.

“What?” He moves back up my body. “What did you see?”

“Nothing really,” I say, feeling that this isn’t what he wants to hear. “Just the same flash of light as before.

I gasp as he enters me without any kind of warning. “What about now?”

I shake my head. “Keep going!”

I no longer want slow and sweet. My body has turned that around and I want to feel every part of Alexander. He knows...he always knows, usually before I do.

I hook my legs around his as he pounds into me, stealing my breath away with every motion, until I can barely tell an exhale from an inhale. When I was with Joshua, I was so aware of everything. Of the sounds he made, of how he made my body hum, and then the sullen silent anger afterwards, but with Alexander it’s too brutal and hard for me to be aware of anything except the sensations hammering through my body. I’m completely lost to it and when my body begins to lock up in orgasm, I feel myself clenching around his cock.

“Holy fuck!” he breathes out as he loads himself into me at the precise moment of my own orgasm.

We’re both slick with sweat as he collapses onto me. I like how unabashed it all is.. and in the glow of post orgasm, I feel more vulnerable now than I did in any of the moments before.

“Did you see anything else?” he asks, kissing the side of my mouth lightly.

“No,” I admit. It was the longest of long shots that I would, Who ever heard of sex being a cure to blindness, but I can’t help but be a little disappointed anyway.

“This isn’t over, remember?”

I give him a small smile. He rolls off me, but keeps one arm draped over my chest.

“It does make me wonder though...”

“What?”

“If you saw light twice, it does mean that there might be something that can be done about your blindness. Have you ever seen a doctor about it?”

He sighs, as if realizing the answer before I say it. “Of course you haven’t. Fuck, I’m sorry, Baby.”

Sometime later, as I hear his light snores, I quietly slip out of his room, padding back to my own. I took what I wanted on my own terms, and it was everything I hoped for. But as I get into my own bed, there's still a lingering sadness, as though, as amazing as it was, I was hoping for something more. I was hoping for a miracle.

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MERCIER

If I couldn’t tell by Lauren’s pink cheeks and slight unease, Dacre’s smug expression would give it away. I'm not concerned about his game victory. Playing it makes me happy. I don’t even care that now I’m the only one that hasn’t had the pleasure of Lauren’s sweet pussy sheathing my cock.

I crack some eggs into the pan and watch Lucinda and Lauren as they set the table for breakfast.

“Was it good?” I ask Dacre, who is hovering in the kitchen area.

“Was what good?” His eyes dart over to Lauren and I wonder if he knows how obvious he’s being.

I lower my voice. “Let’s see. Clue number one. You’re standing in the kitchen... and bothering me, by the way. If you want to be of use, get the tomatoes out of the fridge.”

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