Page 66 of Beneath the Blindfold

This was an order that I was happy to follow. I sank my hands into her hair, adjusting the angle of her head, before dragging a palm down the column of her neck.

I hadn’t asked where to touch her because it seemed unnecessary. I expected him to step in with direction if I happened to move faster than he wanted, but the truth was I was dying to explore.

To domore.

Because having him watch? It was taboo. And exhilarating. I wasn’t prepared to like it so much, and it cranked up the intensity, causing my dick to swell and push against my zipper.

I coasted my hand down the center of her chest, creeping closer to my target and giving them both plenty of time to stop me. But neither did. In fact, Noemi arched subtly, encouraging me to fulfill her boyfriend’s demand.

She sighed with enjoyment against my lips as my fingers trailed over her breast, easily finding her erect nipple beneath the thin top she wore. The sides of it crossed over each other, creating a deep V that showed off an awesome amount of cleavage and skin. The shirt had been fucking taunting me all night, and so I palmed her breast, massaging and teasing her nipple to get a little payback.

When I ended the kiss and drew back, she bit down on her bottom lip, and risked a glance at her boyfriend. I followed her gaze, but left my hand exactly where it was, cupped around her breast. What did Joseph think about this?

He wore a wicked expression.

Like earlier, it wasn’t quite enough to call a smile, but it lurked on his lips. He didn’t just approve of what we were doing, I got the sense he was impatient for me to go further.

Maybe I was as much of a people pleaser as she was because I felt the need to make him happy.

He’d told me to touch her. So, I was going to reallytouchher.

My hand dropped from her breast, skating down her waist, over her hip, and onto her thigh that was closest to me. It didn’t linger there, though. I slid my hand between her knees, urging her to uncross her legs, and as soon as she did, I gripped her knee. I pulled it toward me, lifting it so I could hook her leg over mine and open her up.

Her skirt rode up on her legs, making it easier for me to touch . . . and easier for Joseph to see what I was about to do.

Noemi’s throat bobbed in a thick swallow when my fingers crept up the inside of her thigh. Her eyes hooded and her lips parted to take in hurried breath, but she shifted, opening herself even more to my approaching fingers.

Her little whimper when I rubbed her through her panties was so fucking sexy. I liked how her gaze bounced between us, like she wasn’t sure who she should focus on. The man who was massaging her clit through her barely-there panties? Or the man who watched over us, allowing it?

I rubbed the pads of my fingers in slow circles, enjoying how she squirmed with satisfaction and the way her hands clutched at my t-shirt.

“Take off your top, Noemi. Let him see those pretty tits you’ve got.”

Yes.

She blinked her desire-filled eyes once, and then grabbed the sides of her shirt, stretching the fabric up over her head and cast it aside.

Her bra was sheer, letting me see every inch of her, and dear God. She was so much hotter than she’d been in my fantasies. Her tight pink nipples jutted out, straining against the iridescent white fabric, begging for attention.

My brain shut down and my desire took over. She tilted her head back against the couch when I lowered my lips to her chest and sucked at her through the bra. I didn’t care that I was leaving the fabric damp. There was something so sexy about doing that, like I was leaving a temporary mark on her.

I swiped my tongue over her nipple and closed my lips around it, sucking hard enough to hollow my cheeks. It caused her to gasp and her hips to move, urging me to keep moving the hand between her legs.

Once again, I lost awareness of the other man in the room. It wasn’t until the couch jostled that I realized Joseph had joined us. Maybe we’d looked like we were having too much fun for him to keep sitting out.

He didn’t waste any time getting up to speed. Noemi was sandwiched between us, and he did the same thing I’d done—he scooped up her other leg and draped it over his. She was spread out for us, her skirt all the way to her hips now and her sheer panties exposed.

We both had our mouths on her then, alternating between her tits and her lips, and when his hand slid up her thigh, I gave way. If someone were to walk in right now, it probably would have looked like Joseph and I were a team working together to give her pleasure—but it didn’t feel that way. There was a hierarchy to our group, and while I’d been aware of who was in charge when he was seated across the room, that awareness had increased tenfold when he’d moved closer.

Joseph’s proximity turned up the volume on his power.

Abruptly, Noemi bowed her back and let out a moan loud enough that I had to know what he’d done. I glanced down to see her underwear pushed to the side and his first two fingers disappearing inside her.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “That’s hot.”

As he pumped his fingers in and out of her body, she writhed on the couch, unable to sit still as we both feasted on her. He jerked one of her bra straps down and licked at her unhindered, so I did the same.

She struggled to catch her breath, like it was overwhelming having two people focused on her at the same time. The temperature in the room climbed, making me damp with sweat and my t-shirt cling to my back.

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