Free One More Rule: The Blindfold Club Novella by Nikki Sloane

glanced at Dominic, who wore the same smile I probably had on my face. He’d give me whatever I needed, just as I’d do for him, no matter what.
    “So,” Logan said, “no sex until you make an honest man out of me. But I won’t say no if you want to blow me right now.”
    She laughed and fused her lips to his. Their kiss was raw and powerful, and when she pulled back, she was grinning. But I knew her well. Beneath that blindfold, she was blinking back emotional tears. Her love for him was overwhelming.
    “Where are you—” she said, but her words cut off as he bent back down. His tongue swirled where his cock had just been, and she twitched, like the pleasure had been intense. “Oh, shit.”
    He sank his fingers inside her, pumping them in a furious tempo, and his mouth rotated on her clit, hinting how much work was going beneath his lips. She bucked on the seat, groaning.
    Her moans swelled with each passing second. “God, I’m close,” she said. “I’m so fucking close.”
    It only made Logan increase his efforts. His hand not inside her body wandered up her stomach, grabbing a handful of her breast. That seemed to be the final straw to tip her over the edge.
    “Fuck!” She seized as tremors tumbled down her legs. The muscles along her calves strained with the orgasm until she collapsed back against the seat with an enormous sigh. Her mouth was slack, and she panted for air.
    Watching the ecstasy rip through her flipped a switch on Dominic. His fingers pulsed inside me, and teeth sank into the flesh of my earlobe, so his breath filled my ear. My mind couldn’t focus on anything but this man. I groaned quietly into his rough palm that was covering my lips.
    “Touch your pussy. Let’s make this body come.”
    It was a command I was happy to follow. I buried my fingers in between my legs, rubbing the swollen nub, needing relief. God, his hands. The one fucking me was building my climax, but the one keeping me quiet was so dominating and hot.
    Logan sat on the seat beside Evie, and she didn’t waste any time switching positions with him. Her knees were on the floor, the panties still wrapped around an ankle, and her hands gripped his hard cock in the moment before it disappeared into her mouth.
    It came on a low voice from Logan. “ Fuck .”
    Was there something wrong with me that I liked watching this? I enjoyed seeing her head bob on him, and loved listening to his heavy breathing. I was already unbearably turned on, but then Logan gathered her hair up into a makeshift ponytail, holding it with a strong hand while she sucked him. It was so hot, it made me sweat. He controlled her pace, and the leather seats protested when he thrust up into her mouth.
    All the air in the interior of the limo seemed to have disappeared, and in this vacuum, electricity crackled with intensity as both Logan and I approached orgasm. I wasn’t trying to time it with him, but I also wasn’t in control. Dominic was, absolutely.
    “Who’s going to come first?” His gravel whisper asked. “I think it should be you.”
    Desire burned across my skin, glossing it, and I hungered for my release. Everything ached and focused in on the end goal. The tingling, lightweight sensation that happened just before orgasm fluttered in my belly.
    “Mmm . . .” I moaned through Dominic’s hand, and let the pleasure take me. I convulsed in his embrace, slowed my own touch, and pressed my fingers hard to my pulsing clit. My eyes pinched shut and everything felt warm and amazing as I exploded.
    As it faded, I inhaled a breath slowly through my nose, and the hand fell away from my mouth.
    “Yes, just like that,” Logan said through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna come.” His grip guided her to go faster, and faster, and . . . “Shit, shit!”
    His moans built into a crescendo and peaked, and he held her firm as he came, her jaw locked around him. It prolonged the aftershocks of my orgasm, even as Dominic’s fingers retreated. But when he