Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club, #3)

by Nikki Sloane

I could not wait any longer. My dick was throbbing too painfully and threatened mutiny. I went to the couch, grabbed two cushions, and dropped them at Noemi’s feet. “Back on your knees, little girl. You need to show Payton some gratitude for earlier.” Noemi bolted upright, breaking her kiss, her cheeks flushed. “W-What?” “You heard me just fine.” I used a strict tone. “On your knees. I’m going to fuck you while you lick her pussy.”

Fuck, it was filled me so much desire I couldn’t see straight. “Good girl,” I said, my voice tight. “My filthy girl. How does her pussy taste?” “Oh, no, no, no.” Payton’s hand held Noemi firm when she tried to lift her head. “Fuck, don’t stop.” Payton’s gaze traveled to connect with mine, pleasure rippling through her expression. “Joseph, don’t let her—” Her eyes shut tightly and she bit down on her lip. Noemi’s head turned to rest against Payton’s thigh, giving me an exact view of Noemi’s tongue sliding around as if restless. She’d tease Payton’s clit, then dart away, only to return after gasping for breath. I increased my pace, being careful not to thrust too hard and jolt Noemi out of her tenuous position. “You dirty slut.” I grasped her hip firmly and dug my fingers into her flesh. I wasn’t going to last long watching this, and judging from their moans, neither were the future Mr. and Mrs. Ward. I put my thumb in my mouth to wet it. I’d need to prep Noemi so she could enjoy what I had planned. “You. Dirty. Filthy. Slut.” Noemi exhaled in a burst as my thumb pressed down on her tight asshole. “Wait.” I heard it in Noemi’s voice, but all she meant was push, and so I did. Her back arched and she tensed.

I’d slipped and uttered her full name, but Payton didn’t seem to notice. I hadn’t planned for it to go like this, but I was pleased having the woman under us, focused on helping Noemi. I assumed her fingers were darting back and forth on the spot that would get Noemi where she was sending me. “Do you like it?” Payton asked. “His big cock fucking your ass?” Noemi took in a huge swallow of air, her fingers white-knuckled on the couch cushion. “Yes.” I throbbed inside, moving faster until I was thrusting with force, driving her body against Payton’s. Did she like that? Payton’s tits flattened against her own? Dominic watched the scene, his expression full of lust but his body looked spent. Noemi’s tremble was so severe it shook all of us. “Joseph, oh my . . . I’m, fuck, I’m—” I was right there with her, heading to overload. “You’re so filthy, and I love it. You want me to come inside your ass, filthy girl?” “Yes,” she cried. “Yes!”

It was insanity being with Noemi. Insanity I enjoyed, like the out of control feeling when she smiled at me, or her desperate pleas for more, late at night when I was inside her. We woke up together in the big bed, and sometimes I’d pin her wrists behind her back while I fucked her hard, whispering what a dirty girl she was, while my other hand covered her mouth. “Don’t get too loud, filthy girl,” I’d say. “Don’t want my parents to hear what a slut you are.”

She rolled off of me. The cover shifted as she did as asked, and I yanked my boxer briefs down, kicking them away. I rose up on my elbow and turned to her, but her hands were on my shoulders, pressing me back down so she could straddle my lap. “You think you’re the boss tonight, little girl?” “Ssh,” she whispered in my ear, and her bare, wet pussy slicked across my hard cock. My mind emptied. All I could think about was the sensation and how I wanted her to do it again. The comforter wrapped around us like a cocoon, but she wasn’t shivering anymore. Her hands scooped under my head, tilting me into her kiss that was a thousand times better than anything else I’d had. She’d fucking ruined kissing. I’d asked if she wanted me to ruin her, and she’d done it to me. No one would match up after her. My hands skated over the curves of her bare back, my fingertips skimming the hollow of her spine and working lower, until I gripped a handful of her ass. I lifted her, trying to urge her to take me inside. I’d had plans of burrowing beneath the covers and kissing her legs until her knees shook and she begged me to go down on her, but now I was impatient. I wanted . . . that connection.

Her hands laced with mine and she pushed them until the backs of my palms were against the pillows beside my head. I inhaled. This wasn’t what I allowed. Her on top and in control. Setting the limits was one thing, but she was pushing me . . . Wasn’t that what I did to her? Pushed until we discovered something new? I squeezed my grip on her fingers, but remained, forcing myself to endure the submissive position. Her undulating body had my pulse roaring in my head. Soft, warm breasts flattened against me when her tongue was tangled with mine again, her damp hair falling in my eyes. The burn inside me grew to an inferno. I needed more, I needed her to . . . I needed . . .

The push of his body inside mine voided my mind. His hands were tight on my hips, and it felt like he was everywhere. Inside and surrounding me. He groaned, low and deep, as he entered and buried himself to the hilt. “Look at them,” he ordered. “Those people down there don’t have any idea how hard I’m about to fuck you.” His words were a blast of heat. “But you do, don’t you?” “Yes, Sir.” “You’ve been posting some rough stuff recently. You want it rough, Noemi?” Not only did I want it, but I felt like this was one of the areas where I could push him. “Yes, Sir.” He gave me his first thrust and I moaned. He leaned over so he was close. “And what about the bartender down there? He can’t keep his eyes off of you whenever you’re here. You want me to invite him up next time? I’m sure he’d love to have you suck his cock while I fuck you.” “Oh my God.” “Your body says you like that idea.” His voice was all sin as he thrust again, deeper. “You’re a filthy slut, and I fucking love it.”

His lips closed over mine. The kiss was fire. Sin. Love. It branded me forever. His other hand wrapped around my throat and he gazed at me unblinking while the fingers tightened. We hadn’t done this since the belt around my throat. I hadn’t stopped him then and I wasn’t about to now. His grip grew stronger, and blocked off my windpipe. I studied the dark eyes and learned every fleck of caramel in them as things grew hazy outside the focus of my vision. Air, my body demanded, but I wouldn’t use my safe word. I was safe with him, and he knew what he was doing. I couldn’t keep my hands in fists anymore, my muscles refused to respond. He grew dim and the tremble seized my body, just as the unavoidable fight response reared up. I needed to breathe. Fuck, I needed to breathe. The hand on my throat was too tight, too strong. My eyes fluttered closed as I went weak. The hand released me, and as air poured into my body, it brought ecstasy with it. “Fuck, fuck!” I screamed. I convulsed in his embrace, swept away in orgasm.