Page 69 of Beneath the Blindfold

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath.

As I swirled and fluttered my tongue, I lifted my gaze to the man who stood beside the desk. He had his hands wandering over her. They’d brush over her nipples, trail over her lips, caress her arms. She shivered, but I had no idea if it was him, or me, or the two of us together that were causing it.

“Is he taking good care of you?” Joseph murmured.

She moaned her answer, a sound of deep satisfaction.

I closed my lips around her clit and sucked gently, getting her to writhe and her skin to squeal across the lacquered top of the desk. An image flashed through my mind of what we looked like. Her sprawled across the desk with my head buried between her thighs and Joseph’s fingers in her mouth.

She tasted like sex and sin, and I jammed a hand in my undone pants to massage the ache this night was causing. The need for release was building inside me, but it sounded like it was much worse for her. Noemi’s breathing was rapid and punctuated with quiet moans when I increased the speed and pressure of my tongue.

“Don’t come yet,” he warned her. “We’re three of a kind tonight. Equal. That means one orgasm for each of us.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips. “You don’t want to use yours so soon, do you?”

Her expression was torn. Part of her wanted to come right fucking now, and she needed more convincing to wait.

“Wouldn’t you rather come while Dylan’s fucking you, and I’ve got my cock in your mouth?” A wicked smile spread across her boyfriend’s face. “Or maybe whenI’mfucking Dylan?”

“Yes,” she gasped and abruptly she put a hand on my head to push me away, like the idea of seeing us together had nearly sent her over the edge.

Joseph’s expression darkened with displeasure. His hand lashed out to pinch her nipple, and he did it hard enough it made her yelp in surprise. Was this because she had pushed me away?

“Yes,sir,” she amended, giving him the respect he wanted.

Appeased, his focus swung to me. “Stand up. Take off your shirt.”

I’d been kneeling on the floor at the end of the desk, and as I climbed to my feet, my undone jeans hanging low across my hips. I gripped the sides of my shirt and was too busy pulling it off to notice how he’d moved closer.

My shirt fell from my grasp as Joseph’s intense gaze drifted down my frame.

Did he like what he saw? I was in great shape and my last few partners had made sure I knew just how hot they thought I was. But his expression was an enigma. The slide of his gaze over each notch of my abs wasn’t with appreciation. It was more like a potential buyer examining a product for flaws.

His attention settled on my sagging jeans and the underwear I’d pulled back in place, and finally he gave me a look I understood. His eyebrow raised into an arch, full of interest.

I hooked a finger into the waistband of my underwear, and I surprised myself with how slutty my voice became. “You want me to take these off too?”

Oh, helikedthat. Heat flared in his eyes. “I do.”

I pushed the clothes down my legs, stepping out of the heap of them and my shoes so I was completely naked. But all the air vanished from the room when he gripped my erection.

We were roughly the same height, so we stared into each other’s eyes as he stroked slowly down the length of me. He seemed to enjoy exploring and touching, but me? The sensation was incredible. His confident hand, paired with his unwavering focus, sent sparks skittering down my spine.

“So fucking hard,” he commented. “I don’t even need to get you ready to fuck her, do I?”

The question was rhetorical, and it made me pulse in his tight fist.

He moved to stand beside me, giving me a view of Noemi on the desk, naked except for the skirt pushed up around her waist and her heels. Or maybe he’d moved to give her a look as he stroked me with his hand. She watched, transfixed, like she was witnessing something incredible and not just one guy making another feel good.

But . . . was that all we were doing?

I got the distinct impression Joseph intended to treat me like an instrument. A tool for him to use as he created the scene. I wasn’t complaining, though. My gaze leapt from the gorgeous blonde in front of me, to the man who slid his fist back and forth over my throbbing dick, and then back to her again.

Fuck, it felt so good, especially when he discovered the drops of precum that had leaked out of me, and he used it as lubricant over my sensitive tip. My chest tightened and I shuddered with pleasure.

She was enjoying watching the show, but it didn’t last long, and I was grateful. Hand jobs were nice and all, but I was dying for more, and it was like he knew. The snug grip of his fist fell away, and Joseph walked around the desk, pulling open a drawer. It only took him a second to find what he wanted, and then two condom packets and a bottle of lube were set on the desktop beside her.

He flung a sharp finger at one of the condoms, and his commanding voice echoed in every inch of my body.

“Put that on.”

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