“And you can’t come with her,” I said. “You have to finish with me.”
The wicked smile reappeared. “Absolutely. What else?”
“That’s it.”
Three simple rules; was there more I was supposed to say?
He straightened with what appeared to be surprise. “So . . . everything else is allowed?” His eyes left mine and darted to Payton for a moment, who looked utterly thrilled. When his focus returned to me, it was serious. “I can touch her, anywhere?”
“Yes.”
His voice was hypnotic. “I can put my mouth on her, anywhere? Other than her lips?”
“Yes,” I answered. Fingertips trailed down my neck, down the flesh of my breasts where my nipples were still hard knots, stopping just above my legs. A mere inch above where the need was beginning again.
“I can put my cock in her, anywhere?” His voice dropped so low it was only a hint of a question.
I swallowed, trying to imagine the concept of watching him fuck her, and unexpected heat poured through me. “Yes.”
She didn’t need to hear anything else. Her hands yanked her top off, and she dropped it to the floor, exposing her black sheer mesh bra
that gave away everything.
“Your tits are amazing,” I echoed back to her from before, and Logan startled, as if excited that I would phrase it this way. His hand went behind his back and yanked his t-shirt over his head, discarding it to the floor. Apparently, being tidy wasn’t the highest priority right now, but then again, I knew this. He’d left that broken glass of wine on the kitchen floor our first night together.
It was erotic watching them survey each other. He stood and moved deliberately to her, going behind her so both sets of eyes were on me, watching for any signal I’d changed my mind. His fingers crept over her shoulder, gliding down her smooth, tan skin. The fingers slipped under the cup of her bra and touched her while he set his mouth on her opposite shoulder, his unblinking gaze locked with mine.
I wouldn’t have thought in a million years I would like watching him put his hands on another woman. I didn’t just like it, I fucking loved it. I wanted . . .
“Take off her bra,” I commanded.
Oh, he really liked that. I’d never given him much of a command before, but it was obvious I was going to have to do that more often. His hand abandoned her for a moment so he could undo the clasp, and then she pulled the fabric away, arching her back into him when both of his hands encircled her breasts from behind. She made a soft noise of pleasure and her eyes shut, but his continued on mine. Even when he rubbed her full breasts, pushing them together and rolling her dark nipples between his fingers.
It wasn’t enough for her. Fingernails lacquered in a dark cherry nail polish flew to the waistband of her jeans and unzipped them.
“Put your hand inside her panties,” I said, although I don’t know how – I felt like I wasn’t breathing. Her moan was filled with aching need when his large hand disappeared inside the undone jeans barely clinging to her hips.
“I think going down on you got her turned on.”
His hand stirred inside her pants and she gasped at his touch. I shifted on the bed, closing my legs. I’d never been more turned on. When I’d watched her those years ago on stage, it wasn’t anything like this. I’d been turned on, sure, but it was embarrassing with all those other people around. It had filled me with unnecessary shame. Here, this show was only for me.
The hand not inside her pants left her breast to shove her jeans down to the floor, and she stepped out of them, exposing her curvy, long legs. Her matching lace panties let me see exactly what he was doing and how he was touching her.
“You have two hands,” I said to him. “One of them is for me.”
“You’re absolutely right. Payton, sit next to her.”
He withdrew from her, and she crawled seductively on her hands and knees across the bed toward me. And just as she leaned in to kiss me, his hands tugged the blindfold back into place. I both wanted it and didn’t want it. I heard her shifting on the sheets as she freed herself from her panties, and now she was as naked as I was. Maybe not seeing Logan’s eyes on her body was a good thing. Her hip was up against me, and one of her legs went over mine, so we were both spread out before him.
“I’m going to make her come,” he said, although I wasn’t sure to whom. “Put those in her mouth so she doesn’t get too loud.”
What—? Wet lace touched my lips, thick with the smell of her. The taste of her. The fabric bunched inside my mouth and I moaned against it. Then, hands. Hands everywhere. His fingers pushed inside me, and she moaned loudly in my ear, one of her breasts right up against mine. Her hand was on my clitoris, rubbing furiously, them working together as a team to pleasure me.
The second orgasm stormed onto the scene. Payton’s whimpering was loud, and hurried, too loud to be caused only by what she was doing to me. I couldn’t ask because of the panties shoved in my mouth. I couldn’t see because of the blindfold, and I couldn’t touch because I was bound to the bed. Almost all of my freedoms had been stolen away and I reveled in it. I was sure he was pleasing her the same way he was pleasing me, and I imagined his fingers slipping inside her as his fingers thrust deep inside me. When they curled back, her moans matched mine, identical.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asked.
I nodded my head—