Three Sweet Nothings (Blindfold Club #5)

by Nikki Sloane

  I could sense he was watching me as much as her, and for a split second I was grateful he’d requested to be the one in charge tonight. It was demanding having the control. Being responsible for Ruby’s pleasure took effort, so to be responsible for three people? If tonight didn’t go well, Joseph would be the one easiest to fault.

  Her eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth found me again. I sawed my cock between her pursed lips, one slick glide at a time, until she opened and took as much as she could. Her tongue flattened against the sensitive underside, and desire heated my blood to a boil.

  She moaned when I was deep, the tip of my dick pressed against the tight spot at the back of her throat, and the vibration was fucking amazing.

  “Her G-spot,” Joseph said. I lifted my head, trying to think over my lust and the sensations that tingled at the base of my balls. He used two fingers of his other hand to tap low on Ruby’s belly. “I start slow, and build up to it. I use two fingers, but you can try three if she likes that.”

  It was hard to comprehend Joseph’s words when I teetered at the edge of losing control. His tone was professional, but it was in conflict with the two fingers disappearing inside my girlfriend. Was there something wrong with me that I didn’t want to punch him in the face?

  Ruby’s soft moans probably helped. He had his palm up to the ceiling, and eased his first two fingers in and out at a slow, steady pace. It allowed him to go deep, and she was enjoying it.

  So far, he wasn’t showing me anything I didn’t already know, but I kept quiet. Ruby’s mouth shut down most of the systems in my brain anyway.

  “Touch her,” he said.

  I hadn’t realized I’d been holding back until he gave me permission. I put my hand on her breast, squeezing her flesh. God, she was beautiful. Her fist slid back and forth on my wet dick, and her cheeks carved into hollows as she sucked.

  I wasn’t going to be able to hold off too much longer. It felt way too good, and it was insanely hot watching her writhe on Joseph’s skilled fingers. I wasn’t sure where to look. Her pink lips wrapped around me, glossed with saliva as I fucked her mouth, or down to her pussy where another man was touching her.

  My legs were quaking and I pinched hard on her nipple, focusing elsewhere than the pressure building inside me. I bit back a groan as she tried to take me even deeper and gagged, backing off for a moment.

  “She needs to focus. Kyle, come on her tits.”

  His filthy order threw me into chaos. I wanted to come, but this wasn’t how I wanted to do it.

  Joseph wasn’t finished, though. “Do it. Remind her who she belongs to.”

  Aw, fuck. The vision of my cum painted on her sexy breasts was too enticing to say no to. I yanked myself from her lips, wrapped my fist around my cock, and pumped as fast as I could. Never would I have thought I’d want to do this in front of anyone else. The act seemed . . . uncivilized. Too raw, and Ruby deserved better.

  Only she appeared as excited about it as I was. She cupped her breasts and pushed them together, waiting.

  Joseph was fucking her with his fingers, but she was mine. The need to show ownership was powerful. So powerful, it shoved shame out of the way, and I came in a fiery explosion, streaking ropes of cum across her chest.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck . . .

  It went on and on as pleasure twisted all through me, leaving me weak as it faded away. I dropped my grip, resting the head of my dick in the mess I’d created as I struggled to catch my breath.

  “You naughty boy,” she whispered, grinning.

  One half of a chuckle released from my lungs. All my dirty fantasies were brought to life by Ruby Carter. Was I the same for her?

  “You look so good like that,” I said. If it had been just us, I’d have ordered her to run her hands through it and spread it all over her tits, but I filed it away for another day.

  Now that I’d come, my brain was operating again. I tucked my flagging erection into my pants and zipped up, then turned my attention to him. He’d slowed almost to a stop when I’d groaned in pleasure, letting Ruby focus on that. Now he gestured for me to move beside him as his attention went to her.

  “I want you to rub your clit,” he said. “No one can get a woman off better than herself.”

  His fingers drove deep inside her, and she let out a whimper, as I joined him. Her back arched as her hand reached down and the pads of her fingers fumbled over the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit.

  “Good girl.” His tone was soothing. “Relax. Whatever you feel, I want you to go with it.” His two fingers pumped faster, and hers moved quickly to match his pace. I was so busy watching, I barely realized he was addressing me. “Do it exactly like I am.”

  His hand retreated all the way out, and he shifted out of the way. He wanted me to take over? I set my left hand on her knee, and eased my first two fingers inside her, where she was wet and hot. When Joseph had stopped, she’d slowed her own movement, but it resumed as I thrust inside her, aiming for the same angle he’d been using.

  “Here,” he said, once again tapping the spot low on her stomach, directing me.

  Her eyes were half-lidded. “Mmm . . . shit, that feels good.”

  Joseph slipped an arm around Noemi’s waist, but his gaze stayed on Ruby. “You’re going to think the word ‘go’ now. Visualize it.” His tone was hypnotic. “Faster, Kyle. What word are you thinking, Ruby?”

  I pumped my fingers in and out. Her eyes were shut, her face twisted with concentration, and the word was breathless. “Go.”

  “That’s it, good. Keep repeating it in your head. Over and over.” His voice dropped low as if only speaking to me. “Get stable, because you’re going to pick up speed. Her knee might give out. If it were me, I’d put my other hand on the tabletop.”

  I leaned over her, supporting myself on my knees and the hand flat on the wood as I moved faster.

  “Oh, fuck,” she moaned. Her hands slapped against the table, then one reached out and latched onto my arm. Her feet were on the floor, but she rose on the balls of her feet, tilting her pelvis.

  “Faster,” Joseph ordered. “Go as fast as you can and you don’t stop until I say so.”

  I gazed at the woman beneath me and focused. I slid my fingers in and out of her body so fast, my hand was a blur. The force of my rapid thrusts made me vibrate. My chest heaved with the demand to maintain the furious tempo, but I kept up.

  “Go, Ruby,” he ordered. His tone was like mine could be, only his was even more demanding “Go, Ruby. Go, go, go—”

  She grunted out a sound that was beyond pleasure, and her body seized. It clamped down on my fingers, tighter than I’d ever felt before, and liquid heat burst from her. She erupted in a scream so loud, the neighbors had to have heard it.

  I continued to fuck Ruby even as she was coming, and she grew wetter, and wetter. It poured from her in a gush, drenching the towel beneath her. It soaked my hand, and as I pumped, more slung out onto the towel.

  “Okay, Kyle,” Joseph said over Ruby’s loud moans.

  As I slowed, everyone could hear how wet she’d gotten as soaked skin met soaked skin. It wasn’t like the fake shit in porn; it was more of a rush as she came, and it was infinitely hotter. Her grip on my arm was fierce, and stayed tight while she climaxed, bucking on the tabletop. The orgasm was continuous. Pulse after pulse inside squeezed on me and I stared at her with disbelief. My cum was still on her chest, and I watched the rise and fall of it as she slowly drifted back to earth.

  Her hand loosened and thumped to the table as she was finally spent.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I said. “Holy shit, Ruby. You’re so fucking sexy. Goddam, sweetheart. Fuck.”

  I withdrew and launched forward, clasping her face in my hands and planting my lips over hers. I tried not to overwhelm her as she was still panting, but I was greedy. I wanted the connection to her.

  Her voice was exhausted but trying to stay strong. “I hope you took good notes. I’m going to want to try tha
t again sometime.”

  I gave a wicked laugh. “You better believe it.”

  We stayed like that on the table, kissing softly as she continued to recover. My tongue dipped into her mouth and slid over hers. I couldn’t use it to find adequate words, so I my kiss would have to do.

  We were poor hosts. We lingered, making out on the coffee table while our friends washed up and dressed. Eventually, I asked Noemi’s help in grabbing a shirt from my closet, and took the towel from beneath Ruby to help wipe her off.

  Noemi reappeared. Had fate forced her hand in selecting the oversized t-shirt? It read “Randhurst Law School” on the front as Ruby slipped it on.

  Joseph and Noemi gathered their things. He offered to move the coffee table back, but I declined. I sensed the evening was over between us, and was anxious to have some time with Ruby all to myself.

  “We had a great evening,” Joseph said as we followed them to the door. “We should do it again sometime.”

  The t-shirt on Ruby hung almost to her knees, but as she wrapped an arm around my waist, it crept up her thighs. She nodded and glanced at me.

  “I think we’d like that,” I said. “Thanks for coming.”

  The statement hung awkwardly for a moment, but he didn’t seem to care. He extended a hand for a shake while the girls hugged each other. “Invest in towels. Now that she knows she can, it’s more likely to happen.”

  I had no idea what to say to that.

  He seemed to know, and smiled faintly. “Not a lot of women can do that.” His words went heavy with meaning. “I hope you know you’re a lucky man.”

  “I do.” I exchanged a look with Ruby and squeezed her. “I’m very lucky.”

  When they’d gone, I scooped her up into my arms, ignoring her startled cry, and carried her toward the bedroom.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Taking you to bed.”

  “Can I wear this shirt while you fuck me?”

  “God, it’s like you can read my mind. My dirty, dirty mind.” I set her down on the bed and began to strip. “What am I thinking about right now?”

  “That I’m amazing, and you love me?”

  I couldn’t have smiled wider if I tried. “You’re absolutely right.”

  Chapter

  THIRTY-SEVEN

  Joseph’s Porsche was already parked in front of the club, and I went past, choosing to park down the block. It was expensive and a pain in the ass to own a car when you lived in the city, so most cars on the road were nicer, but I still didn’t like grouping my Range Rover near his. Even if the blindfold club was in the nicest part of town, which it wasn’t, I didn’t want to attract attention.

  He met me at the door and gave me a warm smile. “How’re things?”

  “Good.” Obviously good, because I was here. We hadn’t seen each other since the night we’d played together a week ago, and I was worried things would be uncomfortable, but of course they weren’t. Joseph was so confident, it overruled awkwardness.

  Neither Joseph nor I had time to make it out to the suburbs again, so he’d arranged for his supplier to meet with us at the club after dropping off the monthly delivery of new ‘equipment’ this afternoon.

  “How about you?” I asked. “How are wedding plans going?”

  He smiled faintly. “I didn’t think I would, but Noemi says I have an opinion about everything.”

  “Let me guess, the wrong one?”

  He chuckled as we walked through the front door, surprising the guy sitting on the stool just inside. The man was huge, and as he lumbered to his feet, he recognized Joseph. “What are you doing here, man? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

  “I have an appointment with the supplier,” Joseph said. “It’s okay, I already ran it by Julius.”

  “Shit, he must have forgot. He didn’t mention it.” The bouncer leaned over and pressed a button, buzzing us through the second door. “He’s in his office, supervising a regular in room six. Supply guy’s not here yet, but he’s gonna start in room four.”

  There was a slight pause as Joseph held the door open for me. I doubted the bouncer noticed, but Joseph’s body language hinted at something. We made our way through the first holding room, where the small bar on the side was dark. The club didn’t operate during the week, and not during the day.

  “Something wrong?” I asked.

  “No.” But his tone suggested it was. Abruptly he pulled to a stop. “It’s not my place anymore, he can run it however he wants, but I made it a rule not to take off-hours appointments. Especially not when a delivery is being made.”

  I knew how the place worked. When I’d handled Julius’s case, I’d had to understand the transactions from start to finish. The client’s privacy was the foundation Joseph had built this place on. Sometimes the johns left the blindfolds on, not for the experience, but to keep their anonymity.

  “I’m sure it’s fine,” he added. “Some of the regulars are hard to say no to.”

  We moved on. The long hallway had a bank of doors on the right, each adorned with a single brass number. Like last time I’d been here, I tried not to think about how many times my sister had been in these rooms, selling sex to strangers.

  We reached the door to room four, and Joseph grabbed the handle, pushing it open. I stood still in the hallway, hesitating as I peered into the dark, ominous space.

  “Something wrong?” he asked.

  “No, I—”

  The door to the last room opened abruptly and a tall guy stepped out, his stunned gaze finding Joseph.

  “Monsato,” he said. He seemed just as surprised to see Joseph as the bouncer out front had been.

  Shit!

  Shit, shit, shit!

  “Mr. Crawford,” Joseph said.

  Tariq pulled the door to his room shut. “Thought you didn’t own this place no more.”

  “I don’t, but I help out from time to time.”

  I needed to get the fuck out of there before Tariq recognized me. I turned on my heel to head back down the hall, but swift, heavy footsteps rang out. Too late. A strong hand latched onto my shoulder and jerked me around by the lapel of my suitcoat.

  Tariq stared at me like he was letting the recognition set in, and fury burned in his dark eyes. I was prepared for a fist to come flying my direction, and for it to hurt like a motherfucker.

  Only he didn’t throw a punch. He let go of me, put his forearm in Joseph’s chest, and slammed my friend against the wall with an enormous bang. Joseph let out a surprised grunt of pain.

  “What the fuck is this?” Tariq shouted.

  Joseph’s face was shock and confusion, but then his gaze went down to the forearm pinning him to the wall. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, but you better get your fucking hands off me.”

  The amount of malice in Joseph’s tone was stunning. Tariq was a weapon of muscle and power. On the field, he was fast, strong, and ruthless. Off the field, he didn’t have to play by rules, and he could crush my friend easily.

  “Tariq.”

  The deep voice came from the base of the stairs where Julius’s hulking form occupied most of the space.

  Tariq turned his head, but didn’t release Joseph. “He set me up!”

  “No, he didn’t. Let him go.” Julius moved closer, his posture a silent threat.

  Joseph was released with a shove, and he straightened his suit, eyeing the larger man with disdain.

  Tariq didn’t give a fuck. His gaze bounced to me. “Yeah? What the fuck is my wife’s lawyer doing here, then?”

  Joseph’s mouth dropped open, finally clued in on what had set the football player off and why he’d been throttled against the wall. Did Joseph grasp the severity of this? What Tariq was doing was illegal, and worse, if it got out, it’d be a scandal too big for the NFL to ignore. Crawford had been coming to the club long enough to be labeled a regular. Long enough to know Joseph used to run the club.

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  The attorney in me now had the bargaining chip I needed to get whatever I wanted on Courtney’s behalf. If my father were her lawyer, he’d be a shark and go for every last cent he could squeeze from Tariq.

  But there were two very important things in play. First, the club was under FBI protection. They’d never let the scandal break because it’d jeopardize their sophisticated sting operation.

  And second, I wasn’t my father’s son. I wasn’t going to put money ahead of everything else.

  “I’m not here for you,” I said to Tariq, trying to keep my voice calm and professional. “I didn’t know—”

  “Shut your mouth, ain’t nobody talking to you!” Abruptly Tariq began to pace in the narrow hall. He pushed his dreads back out of his face and seemed lost. Was he picturing his career unraveling?

  He skidded to a stop and glared at Julius. “How’d you know he didn’t set me up?”

  Julius’s expression twisted. The damage was done; there was no going back. He lifted a hand, gesturing for his friend to remain calm. “He was my lawyer.”

  “Wait, what?” Tariq took off pacing again, this time just one tight, frantic circle, and then he got up into Julius’s face. His tone was laced with betrayal. “You did this?”

  “I told you not to come, T.” Julius’s expression was pained.

  Tariq threw his hands into Julius’s chest and attempted to shove him back, but it had barely an impact. “I thought you were my boy. What the fuck?”

  “Yeah.” Julius’s deep voice was heavy with anger. “What the fuck? How could you do it to her, man? I’d kill to have a girl like that, and you don’t care. You’re here, buying pussy week after week, throwing her away. You don’t deserve her.”

  Joseph sensed it at the same instant I did, the terrible shift in the air as their friendship headed toward a violent end. We both straightened and tensed, preparing to do whatever we could if these two freight trains decided to run at each other.

  “Man, shut the fuck up,” Tariq barked. “You think you’re better than me? Who’ve I been buying pussy from, Julius?”