Page 67 of Beneath the Blindfold

His voice was sinful. “I know this feels good, baby girl, but don’t come yet. You understand me?”

Disappointment crashed through her expression, but she nodded slowly. It was such a confusing command. Why didn’t he want that? Making my partner come was, like, one of my favorite things.

He didn’t explain it to either of us. Instead, he pushed a hand behind her back, and a second later her bra band went slack. She pinned her arms to her sides, letting the straps tumble down, and then flung her bra aside.

It was an invitation, and when both Joseph and I were latched onto her, one on each tit, it brought our faces only a few inches away. Ever since learning he wasn’t straight, I was just as interested in him as I was in her, and I ventured a hand out, gliding it across Noemi’s leg and onto his—

Well, there was that direction telling me I was moving too fast.

His firm hand wrapped around mine and quickly deposited my hand back on her leg. It was a clear signal I wasn’t allowed to touch him. Was it because I hadn’t asked for permission? Or was this time still supposed to be about her and her alone?

His fingers thrust faster into her, and the soft moans she made turned into needy whines. It sounded like she was getting close and was fighting to hold her orgasm back.

He leaned in, putting his mouth against the side of her neck, and whispered it, but I heard him like he’d spoken directly into my ear. “You’re being so good. I’ll let you put his cock in your mouth.”

My dick hardened into granite when she eagerly melted down off the couch and turned on her knees, moving between my spread legs. I kept my gaze fixed on her, watching as she dragged her palms up my thighs, but in my peripheral vision, I saw him slide closer, filling the gap between us.

I helped her undo my jeans, lifting my hips so she could pull them and my underwear down to my knees. My dick bounced free, landing on my stomach, and I jerked my t-shirt up out of the way. I wasn’t shy about my body, and while I was curious what both of them thought, nerves got the better of me. They kept me from looking over at him.

Noemi wasn’t hesitant about taking her ‘reward.’ Her soft fingers curled around me and as she pumped her fist slowly over my dick, she flashed a smile. Like she was enjoying this.

Air left my lungs in a long exhale when she parted her lips and slid her mouth down around me. The heat was instantaneous, as was the pleasure. I slumped back against the couch, closing my eyes for a moment so I could enjoy just the sensation and nothing else. I worried if I looked at her or at him it’d be too much.

The slow, slick glide of her mouth over me sent my heart out of rhythm and I couldn’t believe my goddamn luck. How was this my life right now?

“She’s good at sucking cock, isn’t she?”

I blinked my eyes open and turned to stare at him. His girlfriend had my dick so deep inside her mouth, her lips were practically touching my balls. He didn’t look the least bit jealous.

He looked . . .

Proud.

I sucked in an uneven breath, using it to power my answer. “Fuck, yeah.”

His dark eyes evaluated me, then moved on to the girl kneeling on the floor. Her head bobbed, sending shimmering waves through her blonde hair. Did he think she wasn’t moving fast enough? Or did he simply want to exert more control?

Because he put a hand on the back of her head and guided her to a quicker tempo.

Her tongue swirled over me as she moved up and down. She was the one delivering the pleasure, but somehow it was as if I were sliding deeper under Joseph’s power. And I wanted to—I didn’t know—feel connected to him too. But last time I’d tried, he’d moved my hand away.

So, rather than touch him, I balled my hands into fists at my sides, dutifully enduring the blow job that made me foggy with lust.

He must have noticed the hunger in me. His focus settled on my hands that longed to touch, and a knowing smirk tilted across his lips. His left hand stayed on Noemi’s head, but his right hand? It suddenly moved, shooting up to grab a handful of the hair at the nape of my neck.

It wasn’t too rough, or painful, but he jerked my head back and the action was . . .aggressive. Dominating. I had no choice but to lift my chin to the ceiling and arch my vulnerable neck to him. And once it was exposed, he went for the jugular—literally.

His mouth crashed against my neck, sucking and licking and nipping. Holy fuck. It turned me on almost as much as Noemi’s tongue cartwheeling around my dick. My heart banged inside my chest while the scruff of his face bristled against the pulse point just below my ear.

I tried to control my breathing, but it was pointless once his mouth began to carve a path upward, moving dangerously close to my lips. I wanted to know what kissing him would be like, but I didn’t dare try to meet him halfway like I’d done with Noemi.

With his firm hand still gripping my hair, I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

It meant I had to hold perfectly still and wait, which I did for a painstakingly long time. He teased, drawing it out. The threat of his lips lingered over mine, just out of reach for several achingly long moments while he stared down at me.

And finally, he must have decided I was worthy.

He leaned in and sealed his mouth over mine.

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