Page 45 of Three Sweet Nothings (The Blindfold Club)

“I know what you’re doing,” I said.

She folded one knee under herself, then the other, so she was kneeling before me. Her hands glided up over the suit pants covering my thighs. Her tone faked innocence. “What am I doing?”

Any chance of losing my erection died as her hands stroked me through the fabric. I didn’t stop her as she inched her way toward my belt. Everything inside was humming with anticipation as she tugged the leather end free. I reached for her, tracing fingertips over her cheekbone, and curled my hand to cup her face. I swiped my thumb over her lips and pressed down softly, stilling the tremble there.

As my thumb brushed away, I demanded her answer with one word. “Ruby.”

Her eyes were so big and clear as she sighed. “Three point five.”

My mind was chaos. Which did I focus on first? The fact that her number was similar to mine, or the bizarre point five? “What?”

She used the distraction to drop my zipper and tug open the fly of my pants. This time, my cock was only sheathed from her touch by my thin boxers, and the heat of her palm was searing. Jesus, don’t stop.

I exhaled as she drew down the waistband of my boxers, so only the head of my dick was exposed. I stopped breathing as she leaned forward. Her soft tongue swiped over the sensitive underside, toying with the ridge at the tip, and I jerked in response. It felt so good, just her feather-light caress.

Yet my brain wouldn’t be quiet and let me enjoy. “What constitutes as half of a fuck?”

Ruby sat back on her heels and took her mouth away from me. Why couldn’t I keep mine shut? I didn’t want her to stop. The memories of her lips wrapped around me were awesome, but I didn’t want memories right now. I needed the real fucking thing.

Her hands were still on my thighs, but she turned her gaze away and stared blankly at the floor. “He had whiskey dick. Neither of us came, and it lasted all of thirty seconds.”

Oh.

“I wouldn’t even count that one, then.” Without thought, my hand was in her hair, turning her gaze back to me. I didn’t like it when she broke our connection. “Who was Whiskey Dick, besides being a fucking idiot?”

Because drinking too much and ruining her night was the dumbest thing I’d ever heard. But I wasn’t sure why I’d asked. Did I really want to know? Did I want to think about her with other guys?

“I don’t remember. I was pretty loaded, too.” She made a face. “It was the first time after . . . I don’t want to talk about it.” She leaned forward, and her hot breath rolled over my exposed, damp skin. “I’d rather suck your cock.”

She wanted to deflect, and my lips threatened a smile. “You’ll get no objection from me.”

The tip of her pink tongue traced patterns on the head of my dick, and with her hair pulled back, I could watch every sexy lick. The muscles in my thighs contracted against the waves of pleasure. I still had one hand resting on the back of her head, and balled my other into a fist to prevent myself from doing something foolish, because I was throbbing and hungry.

She worked the waistband lower, easing it over my hips until all of me was available to her. Just the brush of her fingers was enough sensation to feel goddamn amazing, and I clenched my jaw.

It was impossible to hold back. “Fuck, get that hot mouth on me.”

She lifted her head—and then she fucking grinned. Was she aware she was the sexiest thing ever? I was about to tell her, but her lips descended on me and sucked my words away.

Motherfucking shit, it felt so good. Hot silk poured over my flesh, and tightened until it was snug. Ruby’s fingers dug gently into the meaty parts of my thighs, stabilizing herself as she began to move. Was my cock sinking deeper into her mouth with every pass? Because it sure the hell seemed like it.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she retracted my dick from her mouth and wrapped her fingers around the base, gripping me tightly. “I’ve missed this—”

She jolted and froze, panic etching her face. It made something foreign inside me hurt. I hated that she felt like she’d revealed too much. And, hell. She’d said my same thought out loud, so my voice was heavy with sincerity. “God, Ruby. Me, too.”

We were already skirting on dangerous ground. How long would it be before she crossed the line and voided the agreement? I’d just gotten her to sign, and I wasn’t ready for it to be over. So I wrapped my fist around the knot of her hair and guided her to take me back inside.

The sexy noises she made were insane. Soft, throaty moans, where I could feel every vibration rattling up my spine. It was as if she genuinely enjoyed pleasuring me. I loved how she made it seem like it was a treat for her versus a chore.

“You’re so goddamn good at that.” I groaned and pushed down a little, testing her response. Did she like when I controlled? Or would she merely tolerate it?

The fingers ringing my cock squeezed tighter, and she went with it. Unbelievable. I exhaled loudly. Her tongue swirled, showering me with sparks of pleasure, and a heavy moan rumbled from my chest.

“Yeah,” I whispered on a struggling breath. “Just like that.”

Watching my dick slide in and out of her rose colored lips was erotic. Her eyes fluttered closed as if savoring me, and she hollowed out her cheeks, sucking hard. It focused all the sensation, and I pulsed in the heated bliss of her mouth. I wasn’t going to last long. Her relaxed tempo gave me time to enjoy each stroke and every pass of her wicked tongue.

The head of my cock touched the back of her throat. Ruby couldn’t get all of me in her mouth, but her fist pumped on the base, working me in time with her lips. I slumped in the chair, gripped the armrests for leverage, and thrust upward, pushing deeper.

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