“What do you want to do?”
I could have told her to stop. But no, I was too greedy for the promised orgasm. I hoped it didn’t sound as guilty as I felt. “We have to call him.”
The mouth stopped and pulled back, and I sighed in frustration. Footsteps carried her away into the kitchen, and she was gone for forever. There was a loud rustling as Payton dug through my purse, and a bang like it fell to the floor, followed by mumbling. She thundered back in, resuming her position on the bed, and a thumb brushed over me seconds before the mouth returned.
“Fuck,” I said. In a heartbeat, I was right back at the edge of the orgasm, aching for release. “That feels too good. Did you get my phone?”
She set something cold, heavy and square on my stomach. “Here you go. Call him.”
I couldn’t because my arms were tied above my head. Tied well, too. Had she lied and spent the afternoon practicing goddamn knots? “You have to dial and put it on speaker.”
“I’m busy.” Her tongue lashed at where I was dripping wet.
“Oh my god, Payton, you have to. Please.” I bit down on my lip, my face scrunching in concentration on holding it back.
“What do you need to ask him for?”
What? Did eating me out make her forgetful? “I need his permission to come.”
“Go ahead,” Logan answered.
chapter
TWENTY-TWO
A panicked noise tore from my throat, but Payton didn’t let it deter her from her task. Oh shit. My brain disconnected and shut off, and the tequila told me it had it covered when I tried to find a response. I hadn’t seen him at the office once today, although, technically, I wasn’t seeing him now either. “Happy birthday.”
“Yeah, I’d say so.”
His startling announcement that I had permission to come had actually derailed things a bit. My heart raced and my breath came and went is short, gulping gasps, and I was going to die if he didn’t say something.
“Logan—”
Two steps, almost silent, thudded on the carpet and his warm hand cupped my face. “Yes, naughty girl?” His deep, quiet voice flooded my ears, filling them with memories of last time I’d had a blindfold on.
“How long have you been there?”
“She was asking me if it was okay to go down on you.” His lips touched mine, and the sensation of kissing him, while Payton’s tongue dipped between my folds pushed me to the brink. “I’m impressed. Last time you had a blindfold on you were quite the rule-breaker.” He kissed me at full intensity and my back arched off the bed. My hands strained to try to wrap around him. I needed him now.
“I want to come with you inside me,” I whispered.
“She seems to be doing such a good job, though.” He was quiet, con
sidering. “Can you move up and sit against the headboard?”
I didn’t understand, but I did as he asked, sliding up on the bed so I was upright and the wood of the headboard rested flat against my back. Whatever he had planned, she must have understood. Both sets of hands touched my knees, gently pushing them back so I had them spread.
“I like the way she tastes,” Payton said. Her tongue swiped again, and I moaned loudly. It felt great, but it wasn’t what I wanted.
“Her pussy tastes amazing,” he said. The mattress sagged suddenly, like a huge, concentrated amount of weight was on it, and then it shifted again, closer to me. One on either side of my hips. He was standing on the bed, over me. Jeans were unsnapped, a zipper pulled down.
“Open your mouth, naughty girl.”
I gasped and parted my lips to draw air in, and the fleshy head of his dick shoved inside. I accepted it, thrilled, but what about what I’d asked for? Fingers trailed up my face, slipping beneath the blindfold to push it up on my forehead. Just enough to give me a peek.
He had one arm bent against the wall, his forehead resting against it and his gorgeous eyes cast down on mine. His other hand was wrapped around his dick, holding himself at the right angle to fuck my mouth. I couldn’t see anything else, nor did I want to. I only wanted this man, and told myself the immense pleasure Payton was giving me was from him. He’d allowed this, after all.
“Now you can come while I’m inside you,” he said, his eyes gleaming. He slid his dick as far in as I could take it. Then, back and forth, in and out, slowly at first, like he was gauging how I could handle his thrusts with nothing to hold on to. If I’d had any control, I wouldn’t have been able to use it anyway. I was reaching a critical stage with my orgasm, and my body seized command.