pocket earlier. Before dinner, she’d toyed with the idea but decided to see how things would play out first. If the goal of this dinner entailed providing a good distraction for them both, then why not?
With trembling fingers, she lifted the black scrap of cloth and turned around to see him. “Might not be so fast. I’ll put this on you, then go hide in my bedroom. You’ll have to find me. No peeking.”
He clasped her wrist, his dominant touch branding her skin. A dangerous promise flashed in his eyes, warning he’d retaliate in the most naughty way. “If I find you, what will I get?”
“I’ll show you my toy box. If you’re nice, you can even choose one to play with.”
He loosened the grip on her wrist, never breaking his sinful stare. Then, he let go of her hand, and turned around, allowing her to blindfold him. “Sounds like my type of game,” he said, his voice hoarse.
A strand of lust lashed inside her. Fuck. She couldn’t wait to get started.
…
Brooks touched the blindfold wrapped around his head. Alexa had disappeared a few seconds prior, with a seductive “Come find me” echoing through the hall. Eager, he followed the vibrations of her feet on the hardwood floor, to cut to the chase and get to her faster. If she wanted him to forget about his problems, this little game worked. Hell, right now he had a problem remembering his full name.
His body roared with desire, his cock painfully restrained in his pants. Balls heavy and tingly, no better motivation for him to get his ass moving and find her. The cover on his eyes added to his arousal, and he felt the breeze of the AC from above, whispering over him. Heard his own steps, stomping on the floor like a madman.
He strode down the hall, ignoring the first and second rooms to the right. She had gone past them from what he could tell, so entering would be a waste of time.
Alexa. Even with eyes covered, he could see her. Her smile. The way she twitched her left eye when she made a joke. The delicate column of her neck making him want to kiss it over and over until he branded her flesh with his lips.
He touched the wall, to gain perspective, and marched into the room to his left. “Alexa?” he called. He drew in some air, positive he’d smell her if she occupied the room. A second later, disappointment loosened his shoulders. Not here.
Cursing under his breath, he left the room, and in returning to the hall, bumped into some piece of furniture. An ache stung his knee, but not enough to deter him from his goal.
“Don’t get injured, cowboy,” she said from a distance. “I’ll need all your parts.”
Encouraged, he followed the sound of her voice, quickening his pace, determination igniting inside him like a rocket. He reached the last room at the end of the hall, touching the threshold, calling her. “Alexa?”
Before she answered, he caught a whiff of her scent, and exhaled a long sigh of satisfaction. “I know you’re in here.”
“Aren’t you smart?” she said, and he felt her presence near him even before she touched his shirt. “I say let’s get you out of these clothes.”
He lifted his arms, and she pulled the shirt over his head. Then, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, taking his boxer briefs with them. Completely naked and still with his eyes blindfolded, he’d never been so exposed to a woman in such a way. Vulnerable.
Yet, only excitement pumped in his veins. She took him into her mouth, without any warning, and he threw back his head, shivering from the shot of awareness lifting from his core. Holy shit. She didn’t waste time, did she?
She pressed her hands on his ass, bringing his cock deeper into her mouth. She squeezed his balls and let his cock slip out of her mouth just enough for her sexy moan to fill the air, followed by a “Hhhhmmm…”
“Don’t stop, baby,” he whispered, grabbing a chunk of her hair and pulling it to position his dick into her mouth again. “I love to fuck your mouth.”
Damn. If he didn’t finish, he’d die. His heart drummed in his chest so fast, he had to will himself to stay upright and not let his knees buckle under the increasing pressure. She accepted him, her lips clinging to his meat, her tongue grazing over his smooth skin. For good measure,