Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club #4) (31 page)

Would she? Was she as filthy as I was?

A tremble shuddered along my legs when I settled back down over him, and his tongue slid around my clit. I swallowed air, trying not to pant. Her warm breath hit my skin, and her long hair brushed the back of my legs, tickling slightly.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

Her hands were pulling me apart, and her tongue . . . It was wet, warm bliss, centered where it shouldn’t go. The pair of tongues pleasing me had the room spinning.

“So fucking dirty,” I mumbled, thinking out loud. “God, I love it, you dirty girl.”

Time seemed to slow. There was a symphony of moans as they worked my body, catapulting me right to the edge of orgasm. I gripped a handful of Silas’s long hair, not to control him, but to hold on. Another way to communicate how amazing it all felt.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasped. My heart thundered and my blood roared in my ears. Holy shit, was I going to come. “Oh my God, yes,
yes
 . . .”

I fractured into a million pieces as the orgasm rushed through me. It was boiling hot, scalding and wonderful. The sensations washed one after another, filling me with pleasure I hadn’t had before, and it lasted a long, long time. I didn’t release my grip on him until my muscles began to work again.

My legs were wobbly as I climbed down onto the floor where I’d been. Silas wiped a hand over his mouth, and revealed a wicked smile beneath.

“Oh my God, that was amazing,” I whispered just before launching at him. I kissed him with complete abandon, and enjoyed swallowing his moans as Tara continued to fuck him. “I think we should make her come.”

Our gazes both went to her. She looked gorgeous, impaled on his thick cock, her hands palming her breasts.

“Please, Sir.”

Her soft begging did the trick. “You’ve earned it,” Silas said.

Delight lit up her face, and it grew into excitement as I resumed what I’d been doing before. My fingers fumbled on her nub of flesh that held the most pleasure. I wanted Silas and I to share her orgasm.

As I touched her, I watched him. I savored how his pecs looked covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and how his arms flexed to dictate her movements. And most of all, I stared at his deep, clear eyes that never strayed from mine.

She erupted in orgasm. A cry of ecstasy ripped from her, followed by magnificent convulsions. Tara seemed to be in the throes of an epic orgasm, and once again, I felt pleasure by proxy. I halfway owned this orgasm, so part of its pleasure was mine.

“Regan.” His dirty word was almost a command.

I helped Tara off of him, and grabbed the condom, pulling it off. I wanted nothing separating us when we came together. Silas exhaled loudly as I stroked down his length. Christ, he was hard.

“How do you want me?” I asked.

“Turn around. Tara’s going to go down on you while you’re fucking me.”

I scrambled on my knees, getting over him. The tip of his cock was positioned at my entrance, nudging and prodding. I couldn’t get him inside of me fast enough. “Oh,” I sighed, when it was done. I bit down on my bottom lip as I adjusted to his possession.

Silas’s fingers skated over my back. They traced patterns while he waited for a signal that I was ready to start moving. I leaned back, putting my hands on the floor and arching up to the ceiling, when his cock slowly pulled out and then thrust back in.

My eyes rolled back behind my closed eyelids, and an involuntary shiver slipped through me. His next thrust was deeper.
Harder
. I moaned a sound of twisted need.

Earlier tonight I’d been nervous about Tara’s offer once I’d accepted. What if Silas hadn’t wanted to? What if he’d wanted it
too
much? But he didn’t. He’d quieted every concern I’d had, and shame was nowhere to be found in this room. I could be exactly who I wanted to be, including the Domme I’d been fighting to suppress most of my life.

There were hands all over my body. His. Hers. My own. Whimpers poured from my lips as someone trailed fingers down over my navel, and further down to my slit. Tara’s delicate fingers found my clit and massaged, returning the action I’d given her.

“You’re going to taste her pussy,” Silas said, talking to her.

Tara was sitting on her knees. She tucked her hair behind her ears, leaned over me, and obeyed the command. It was an amplifier on my pleasure and brought me verging on overload.

It was hard to be in control in this position, even though I was on top. His grip on my waist helped and guided me, while his other hand pinched my nipple. And I didn’t want to slide up and down on him too fast, either, or I’d risk Tara stopping her tongue. No fucking way did I want that to happen. Her fast fluttering tongue gave me the best kind of tremors. Behind my head, his breathing was loud and ragged.

Silas was approaching his end, I could sense it. He was hard as steel and throbbing, and his breathing had graduated to a full-on pant. He moaned when Tara’s tongue dipped down to lick him.

“Shit.” He groaned it between thrusts, and sparks danced behind my eyelids.

Hearing his build triggered my own, and we fed off of each other. I’d moan, and he’d moan louder. My hand gripped his on my breast, and he bit down on my shoulder. Every action an escalation.

“Yeah?” Silas’s tone was hot. “You like that?”

“Oh, God, I do.
Fuck
.” I was going to lose my goddamn mind if I didn’t come soon.

“Tell me you’re close,” he said abruptly. Was there a hint of panic in his voice?

“I’m right there,” I cried.

He exhaled loudly, and slammed up into me. Tara lifted away and replaced her mouth with her fingers, and it was all too much. Way too good.

I screamed as I came. His hand slammed over my mouth, probably so the sound didn’t draw complaints from my neighbors. The ecstasy exploded, and while I shuddered under his hand, he kept me quiet enough so I could listen to him come right after me. I was falling down while he was going up.

It was such a sexy sound. His rapid, uneven breath interrupted with moans of pleasure. Inside me, the spurts triggered new waves of bliss. I fucking loved it when he came inside me, not just the sensation, but the raw, basic reward of it.

As we slowed to a stop, the world started again. Tara remained on her knees, staring at me with a pleased look on her face, and why not? Giving pleasure was almost as good as receiving.

I slid off of him, wondering what happened now. Fuck it. I’d try not to worry about what the right thing was, since my gut was usually wrong. I startled her with a quick kiss. “Why don’t you go get into bed? We’ll be right behind you.”

She smiled, stood, and I watched her lithe form as she walked away. God, she was stunning.

Silas’s hands smoothed up and down my arms, and his lips settled on my shoulder. “You want us to get into bed together?”

“Yeah.” It was weird, but I did. We’d shared something incredibly intimate, and I felt . . . new. I wanted to curl up, wrapped in the newness with them. “You don’t want to get into bed with two naked women?”

“You’ll get absolutely no fucking complaints from me.”

“Good,” I said in a fake stern voice.

I used the restroom while Silas threw out the condom, and then we walked into the bedroom together, hand in hand, gazing at the naked woman waiting for us.

Chapter

TWENTY-THREE

I woke up parched. What time was it? It was dark outside and we were a tangle of bodies. I extracted myself delicately from the heap, slipped on my bathrobe, and snuck away to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. The coffee table was still pushed to the side and clothes were scattered in my living room. As I leaned against the counter and drank, I hoped neither of the people in my bedroom would wake tomorrow with regret.

What we’d done was risky, but hadn’t the reward been worth it?

“Hey.”

His voice startled me and the glass slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor with a loud crack. It broke into chunks and water splattered my legs.

“Fuck, sorry,” Silas said. He went to step forward, but we were both barefooted.

“Stay there, I’ve got it.” Thankfully I was right by the pantry door. I grabbed the broom and dustpan, and bent down to sweep up the jagged glass. My voice was soft and light. “Couldn’t sleep? Or did you just come in here to scare the hell out of me?”

“That wasn’t my intention. I was thirsty.” He must have grabbed his boxers at some point before coming into the kitchen. His hands rested on the waistband at his hips.

For a long moment, the only sound was the glass crunching and shifting under the broom. When it was finally done and I was sure I had all of the pieces, I stood and dumped the dustpan in the garbage, where the broken glass tumbled with a loud clang. I set the broom to the side.

“All right, we’re okay,” I said.

His expression was cryptic. “Are we?”

I sucked in air and swallowed it down. “Yes.” I gathered strength as I padded up to him and pressed a hand in the center of his chest. “Yes, we are.”

His relieved smile made my knees turn to rubber.

“Good.” He covered my hand with his, threading his fingers between mine. His expression turned serious and his voice dropped low. “I need to tell you a secret.”

His heart pounded beneath my fingertips and my blood ran cold. “What is it?”

“I think I might be in love with you.”

Holy shit! I jerked against his hand, but he kept me locked in place.

“And I don’t want you thinking,” he continued, “it has anything to do with what we did tonight. This happened before that.”

An invisible force squeezed my chest so tight I couldn’t speak. I was ecstatic. And terrified.

“Hey, relax,” he said as I tried again unsuccessfully to back away. He was too close, too perfect. “I’m going to make this really easy for you. I get that your instinct is to run, and I’m not taking it personally.” His mouth turned up into a sad smile. His other hand pushed my robe to the side and he traced his fingers over the scar hiding beneath his art. “Just tell me you love me for tonight. Tomorrow we can go back to however you want it to be.”

His words made me scatter worse than the glass I’d broken. I trembled in his hands, even as I ordered my body to stop it.

“Silas,” I whispered.

“I love you.” His thumb brushed over the scar, sending the same sparks it had the first time he’d done it, before he’d put the tattoo on me.

My body wouldn’t listen, and neither would my heart. “I love you,” I answered back, “just for tonight.”

He pawed at the knot holding my robe closed and threw it open, pressing the length of his hot body against my quaking one. His kiss had the world dropping out from beneath me, and I hung onto him, desperate.

What was I doing? I shouldn’t lift the floodgates on my emotions until I was completely honest.

You could tell him.

He’d said he was in love with me which, if true, meant he’d accept why I’d lied for months. But what if he didn’t? What if he chose to protect Joseph over me? Silas had known Joseph for years, and he’d helped Silas get his gallery off the ground. And Joseph had come clean with Silas about his dirty secret.

His hands were distracting inside the robe, sliding over my back, down to squeeze a handful of my ass. God, I loved the feel of his hands. His palms were rough from when he lifted weights, or his art, or life, and it felt amazing against my skin.

I went weightless as he lifted me up, naturally causing my legs to wrap around his waist. I was seated on the kitchen tabletop and as he pressed me back, his mouth moved lower. My hands were on his shoulders, kneading and massaging.

“I thought you were thirsty,” I said.

“I am. Can’t you tell?”

I meant it teasing, but with most of my jokes, he picked up on the truth beneath. “I don’t deserve you,” I whispered.

His tone was playful. “Shut the fuck up, Regan.” He feathered kisses down to the hollow of my throat, inching toward my breasts. “Or do I need to make you?”

“Oh, by all means,
make me
.”

He laughed, and then, holy fuck, he did.