Page 50 of Blind Attraction

This time she did whimper.

Blake stared at her while Mitchell ran his fingers between her pussy lips, taunting her entrance with slow swipes. He ground his cock harder into her ass and she arched her back, still clutching the sheet to her chest.

“What’s it going to be, sugar?” Blake moved to his feet and knelt on the bed, his erection tenting the front of his boxers. “Are you going to be my pretty little exhibitionist?”

Could she? His hand moved close to brush the wisps of hair away from her face. She shuddered, her entire body igniting at the swipe of his fingers. Mitchell gently bit into the sensitive hollow at the base of her neck and she mewled her affirmation.

She trusted him and in return trusted Blake, but most of all, her trust lay within her own judgment. They wouldn’t pressure her. This was what life was about–experiencing new things to determine what you enjoyed and what you didn’t. With the way Mitchell made her soul sing to the heavens, she doubted she would even notice Blake’s presence.

She nodded to reiterate. Mitchell rewarded her with a hard suck on her neck and two fingers plunging deep into her pussy. She clutched the sheet, bit her lip, and let her eyelids flutter closed.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” he whispered in her ear. “You don’t have to. I won’t let him touch you either way, but it’s up to you whether he stays or goes.”

She opened her eyes and focused on Blake. He peered down at her with an expression akin to adoration. There was no cockiness, no superiority or arrogance. Only raw heat and passion and lust. The image would’ve made her smile if her body wasn’t overwrought with pleasure.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Blake shuffled closer on his knees.

“I want to,” she moaned.

Mitchell growled into her hair. The animalistic sounds sent electricity through her veins. His body moved away and she heard the slide of the bedside drawer, a crinkle of a wrapper, and then felt the jerks as he sheathed himself with a condom. Moments later he was against her again, his hard chest molding against her back.

Blake lay down beside her, his gaze intent on her face while Mitchell slid his hand over her bottom, between her legs, and stroked her pussy from behind. He worked her sex with deliberately slow penetrations, his fingers moving in and out, while the head of his shaft rested at her opening, nudging where his digits already filled her. She stretched to accommodate him and the pinch of pain felt better than she expected, sharp and sweet. It made her core clamp down on his fingers and her butt grind hard into him. Her back arched while Blake’s fingers slid toward her and came to rest against her hand clasping the sheet.

“Let me see you.”

She shook her head in panic, the arousal slipping from her grasp. She wasn’t ready to be on display. A part of her mind still lingered in the present, instead of the passionate plane where the rest of her consciousness hovered. Until she was lost to sensation, she didn’t know if she could allow it.

“All right.” He nodded and pulled his hand back, moving it to the waistband of his boxers. He turned onto his back, lifted his ass off the bed and removed the only piece of material left covering his toned body. She didn’t take note of where the clothing landed. Her eyes were fixated on his erection. His girth and length made her blink. Again and again. And she clamped down on Mitchell’s fingers.

Impressive.

“Don’t get too excited, sweetheart.” Mitchell nuzzled her neck. “You’re mine.”

She nodded and whimpered when he stroked her clit.

It wasn’t until she went to mentally compare Blake’s size to Mitchell’s that she realized she hadn’t actually seen her lover naked. Her only experience had been through touch and that alone had been profound.

Needing to see him, she turned her back to Blake and encircled Mitchell’s waist in a hug. She regretted his touch leaving her most sensitive flesh, but she craved the image of his lips, the sexy swoop of his hair. “I’ve hated not being able to see you.” She gazed at his face and lavished the way he peered at her with intensity.

“Your sight’s better?”

She nodded. “Almost back to normal.”

He kissed her jaw and pulled her close so their bodies touched from toe to chest. She snuggled into him, her nipples beading at the friction of his skin.

“You’re not disappointed?”

She leaned back and scrutinized his expression. The slight tilt of his lips tried to convince her he was making a joke, yet his eyes spoke of insecurities she hadn’t noticed before. “What do you mean ‘am I disappointed’?”

His gaze flickered to Blake, then returned to her as he leaned closer to her ear. “In me.”

Her heart contracted at his vulnerability. “No.” She stroked his cheek with her palm and smiled. “You’re perfect. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”

It was true. She’d never been more infatuated. Not even during her teen years when she experienced her first boy band crush. Mitchell Davies had stolen her heart, and she didn’t think she would ever want it back.

Blake cleared his throat. “Except for me, she means.”

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