Chapter 13: Blindfolded p2
The Harborview suite hummed with tension, the city’s distant glow painting stripes of light across the velvet sofa where Gigi sat rigidly blindfolded. John’s familiar, work-roughened palm slid possessively up her inner thigh, pushing the silky dress higher, while Kyle’s tentative fingers traced the sensitive skin of her collarbone. The contrast was electric: John’s heat and confidence radiating against her left side, Kyle’s nervous energy and softer touch on her right.
"Feel the difference?" John’s low murmur vibrated against her ear, his cedar-and-spice scent enveloping her. His thumb pressed a deliberate circle high on her thigh, igniting a familiar ache. Kyle’s breath hitched audibly nearby; his hesitant fingers drifted lower, skimming the lace edge of her bra over her breast.
"Gigi…" Kyle breathed, the word thick with longing and disbelief. His touch trembled slightly against her skin. John chuckled, a dark rumble. "He’s drowning in you, baby. Sinking." John’s other hand found her breast, kneading firmly through the silk, his thumb flicking over her nipple. Gigi gasped, arching instinctively towards John’s possessive heat even as Kyle’s tentative exploration sent fresh sparks along her nerves.
Kyle’s fingers grew bolder, tracing the curve of her breast, his knuckles brushing John’s possessive hand. "Christ," Kyle muttered, the sound helpless. John’s hand slid from her breast, tracing her ribs, down her stomach, pushing the silk dress completely aside. Cool air touched her exposed core, followed instantly by the heat radiating from John’s proximity. His rough fingertip grazed her slick flesh. "Feel that?" John whispered against her blindfolded temple. Kyle made a choked sound. "He hears it too." John’s touch circled, finding the sensitive peak. Gigi cried out, her body bowing slightly off the sofa.
"Choose, Gigi," John commanded, his voice thick, his finger maintaining its relentless pressure. Kyle’s trembling hand hovered near hers. Her hands moved independently. Her left found John’s bristled jaw, fingers tracing the hard line, a silent claim. Her right sought Kyle’s face, guided by his ragged breath. Fingertips met smooth skin damp with sweat. He flinched, then stilled as her thumb brushed his lower lip. A choked moan escaped him. Gigi tilted her blindfolded face, lips parting, the unspoken name hovering in the perfumed air between surrender and unleashed desire.
Gigi tilted her blindfolded face, lips parting, the unspoken name hovering in the perfumed air between surrender and unleashed desire. John’s rough thumb still pressed relentlessly against her clit; Kyle’s frantic breath warmed her neck. The taste of her own arousal lingered on her tongue from where she’d licked John’s fingers clean moments before.
"Kyle." His name tore from her throat, low and certain, shattering the thick silence. It wasn't a whisper; it was a command, a surrender, a key turning in a lock. The blindfold amplified the sudden intake of Kyle’s breath, sharp and disbelieving, and the low, approving hum vibrating from John’s chest beside her.
John’s possessive pressure vanished instantly from her core. "All yours, Kyle," he murmured, his voice thick with dark amusement and something deeper, primal satisfaction. "She picked you. Show her why." Kyle’s hands, trembling only moments before, seized her hips with startling new confidence, hauling her fully onto his lap, her silk dress rucking up further. "Gigi," he groaned, burying his face against her throat, inhaling deeply as if starved, his erection a rigid heat pressed against her inner thigh beneath the rumpled silk. His lips found the pulse hammering in her neck, sucking hard, claiming the mark John had watched him make earlier.
She gasped, arching against him, her blindfold a velvet shield amplifying every sensation: the scrape of his stubble, the desperate pressure of his mouth, the way his hands molded her waist. "Like this?" he rasped, his voice rough against her damp skin, one hand sliding urgently up her back, fingers tangling in the dress's thin strap. "Tell me." His other hand found her breast, palming it firmly, thumb circling her nipple through the damp lace, mimicking John's earlier movement but with Kyle's own fervent intensity. She moaned, her head falling back, fingers clutching at his shoulders, anchoring herself to this sudden, chosen storm.
"Show her," John urged again, his voice a low thrum from just beside them on the sofa, a spectator now, a catalyst. "Show her what she chose." Kyle needed no further prompting. His hand at her back tugged, the delicate strap of her dress snapping under the force. The silk slithered down her shoulder. "Yes," Gigi breathed, the word catching as Kyle’s mouth descended, hot and wet, onto the newly bared skin, teeth grazing her collarbone. His free hand slid boldly down her stomach, pushing the bunched silk dress out of the way completely, fingers finding slick, open heat. "Christ, you're ready," he choked out, his touch delving, circling her clit with a mimicry of John’s skill that was rapidly becoming his own desperate art.
Kyle’s finger circled her clit again, firmer this time, mimicking the pressure John had used, drawing a sharp gasp from Gigi’s lips as her hips lifted off his lap. "That’s it," John murmured approvingly from beside them, his voice thick, "She loves that." Kyle’s free hand fisted in the torn strap of her dress, anchoring her as his mouth reclaimed her throat, sucking a fresh mark into the damp skin. "Tell me," he demanded against her pulse, his breath hot, "Tell me what you want me to do." His finger dipped lower, sliding easily through her slickness, pressing against her entrance but not entering, the teasing pressure maddening. Her blindfold felt like a furnace, amplifying the scrape of his stubble, the possessive grip on her hip, the thick ridge of his erection straining against her thigh.
"Inside," Gigi gasped, the word ragged, almost desperate, her fingernails digging into his shoulder. "Now, Kyle." He groaned, a sound ripped from deep in his chest, and obeyed, one thick finger thrusting deep within her welcoming heat. "Fuck, Gigi," he choked, his head falling back against the sofa cushion as her inner muscles clenched around him. John shifted closer, his hand brushing Kyle’s arm, a silent signal, then settling possessively on Gigi’s bare hip where the dress had ridden up. "Feel him?" John asked her, his thumb stroking the skin just above where Kyle worked her, his voice rough with his own need. "Feel how he fills you?" Kyle added a second finger, stretching her, his rhythm urgent, relentless, searching for the spot that made her cry out. He found it, pressing hard, circling, and her body arched wildly, a broken moan tearing free as pleasure detonated, white-hot and shattering. John’s grip tightened on her hip, anchoring her through the convulsions, his low growl of "God, yes, baby," vibrating through her bones. Kyle kept thrusting, drawing out the peak, his face buried against her neck, his own groans mingling with hers, lost in the shared surrender. John’s other hand slid up her stomach, capturing her breast, kneading roughly as she trembled on Kyle’s lap, utterly consumed. The blindfold remained, trapping her in pure sensation, the scents of sweat, sex, and jasmine thick in the air, their shared breaths ragged counterpoints to the distant city hum. Kyle slowed, his fingers still deep inside her, feeling the aftershocks ripple through her, his own body shuddering against hers. John leaned in, his lips brushing her blindfolded temple, a silent claim amidst the intimacy. "Good?" Kyle breathed against her skin, his voice wrecked, his fingers finally stilling. A final, deep tremor shook her, and she slumped against Kyle’s chest, her breath a ragged sigh, John’s hand resting possessively on her thigh. Their surrender was complete.
Their surrender was complete. Kyle’s fingers remained deep within her, feeling the fading tremors, his own breath ragged against her neck. John’s hand rested heavy and possessive on her thigh, a silent counterpoint to Kyle’s intimate occupation.
"More?" Kyle whispered, the word thick with desperate hope and awe. His fingers flexed slightly inside her, drawing a soft gasp. John’s thumb stroked her hipbone, a slow, deliberate caress. "She hasn’t said stop," John murmured, his voice a low rumble vibrating through her skin where he leaned close. Kyle withdrew his fingers slowly, the slick sound loud in the hushed room. Gigi felt the sudden, aching emptiness, her body instinctively seeking the lost pressure. "Please," she breathed, the word escaping before thought, raw and needy. Kyle shifted beneath her, his hands gripping her hips tighter, lifting her slightly. She felt the blunt, insistent heat of him pressing against her slick entrance, a promise and a demand. "Gigi," he groaned, his voice strained, trembling with restraint and burning desire. John’s hand slid from her hip to her lower back, pressing down gently, firmly. "Slow," John commanded softly, his breath hot on her shoulder. "Let her feel every inch." Kyle obeyed, pushing forward with aching deliberation. The velvet sighed beneath them as he breached her, thick and stretching. Gigi cried out, a sharp sound of intense sensation, arching back against John’s supporting hand. Kyle pushed deeper, a low groan tearing from his throat as her heat enveloped him completely. He filled her utterly, the blindfold amplifying the profound intimacy of the joining. "Christ, Gigi," Kyle choked out, buried deep, trembling. John’s chuckle was dark satisfaction beside her ear.
John’s chuckle vibrated against her neck, a dark rumble of ownership and approval. Kyle remained seated deep within her, breathing raggedly, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. "So tight," he gasped, his voice strained, hips twitching almost imperceptibly. "Feels... God, Gigi."
She felt the raw need radiating from him, the urgent energy barely contained. "Don't you move," Gigi commanded again, her voice low but laced with iron, tightening her internal muscles deliberately around his buried length. He groaned, a sound of exquisite torment, his fingers digging into the velvet cushion beneath them. John’s hand, large and heavy, slid possessively up her bare thigh, his calloused thumb brushing the sensitive crease where her leg met Kyle’s hip. "He listens well when you speak," John observed, his tone thick with satisfaction.
Kyle’s ragged breath hitched as John’s thumb pressed down, a silent counterpoint to Gigi’s internal grip. "You feel that?" Gigi murmured, tilting her blindfolded face slightly towards Kyle’s ragged breathing. She released her hold on his hair, letting her hand trail slowly, deliberately, down the side of his sweat-slicked neck, over the frantic pulse pounding in his throat. "Feel how much you want to fuck me?"
"Yes," Kyle choked out, the word scraping raw. "Jesus, yes, Gigi."
Her hand continued its path, sliding over the tense muscle of his shoulder, down his arm slick with perspiration, until her fingers found his hand fisted on the sofa. She uncurled his rigid fingers, lacing hers with his. "Then do it," she breathed, the command a velvet whisper that cut through the thick air. She lifted herself slightly, just enough to shift the angle, then pressed his captured hand down firmly over her lower belly. "But this time," she continued, her voice dropping to a husky murmur that resonated with absolute authority, "you do it my way." She squeezed his fingers hard against her skin, pressing down. "Deep," she instructed, arching her back subtly. "Slow." She emphasized the word, grinding her hips down onto him once, a deliberate drag. "Hard." She paused, letting the demand hang, feeling his entire body tense beneath her. "And don't stop," she finished, her voice like dark silk, "until I can’t remember my own name."
Kyle obeyed instantly, a low groan tearing from his throat as he withdrew slowly, agonizingly, the velvet sighing beneath them. He thrust back in, deep and deliberate, filling her completely with a hard, measured stroke that punched the breath from Gigi’s lungs. “Like that?” he rasped, his voice thick with strain, sweat dripping onto her shoulder. “Yes,” she gasped, her blindfolded head falling back against John’s solid chest as Kyle repeated the motion, a slow, powerful piston driving into her core. John’s hands slid possessively over her hips, guiding Kyle’s rhythm subtly, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh above her pelvis. “Harder,” Gigi demanded, arching against Kyle’s next thrust, her fingers tightening on his forearm where she’d pressed his hand against her belly. Kyle complied, his hips snapping forward with renewed force, each deep penetration a jolt of pure sensation that made her cry out. The pace was relentless, a perfect counterpoint of slow withdrawal and hard, claiming drives that stole her breath. John murmured dark encouragement against her temple, his own arousal a rigid line against her back. “Feel him,” John growled, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple sharply. “Feel him take you.” Kyle’s rhythm never faltered, driving into her with unwavering intensity, each deep stroke hitting that perfect spot again and again. Gigi’s world narrowed to the pounding rhythm, the slick sounds, Kyle’s ragged breaths, John’s anchoring presence. Pleasure coiled tighter, a white-hot wire deep within her core, pulled taut with every deep, hard thrust. “Kyle,” she gasped, a warning, a plea, her body tensing uncontrollably. He drove into her once more, impossibly deep, impossibly hard, and held there. The coil snapped. Her climax detonated, a silent scream tearing through her as wave after wave of pure, shattering ecstasy ripped her apart. She convulsed around him, blind and lost, her fingernails digging into his skin. Kyle groaned, buried deep within her pulsing heat, his own release shuddering through him as her internal muscles milked him relentlessly. He collapsed forward, trembling, his face pressed into her neck, still buried deep as aftershocks shook them both. John’s arms encircled her, holding her upright between them, his lips pressed to her damp temple. Silence descended, thick and heavy, broken only by their ragged breathing and the distant city hum. Kyle remained motionless inside her, spent, his weight a comforting anchor. John’s hand smoothed damp hair from her brow beneath the blindfold. “Forgot your name yet, baby?” John murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction and something deeper.
Gigi slumped against Kyle’s damp chest, the frantic drumming of her own heart gradually slowing beneath the blindfold’s velvet shroud. John’s lips lingered on her temple, a familiar anchor in the sensory storm. “Not quite,” she breathed, a slow smile curving her lips despite the lingering tremors chasing down her spine. Kyle stirred beneath her, a soft groan escaping him as her movement shifted his softening length still buried within her warmth. “Easy,” John murmured, his hand smoothing her sweat-dampened hair back with surprising tenderness, contrasting the raw energy that had just consumed them.
The scent of sex, salt, and Kyle’s nervous sweat mingled with the fading jasmine. “Christ,” Kyle exhaled, the word ragged, his arms loosening slightly around her, his head falling back against the sofa cushion with a thud. His breathing was still uneven, shallow. “Gigi… that was…” Words failed him. John chuckled, a low, satisfied rumble vibrating against Gigi’s side where he pressed close. She felt his gaze, hot and possessive, tracing the curve of her bare shoulder exposed by the torn dress strap.
She tilted her blindfolded face towards John’s warmth, towards the source of the stories that had brought her here. A slow, deliberate arch of her back pressed her spine more firmly against his chest, feeling the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against her. Kyle made a small, involuntary sound beneath her as the movement shifted him deeper for a fleeting second. Gigi ignored it, focusing entirely on the man behind her, the architect of this unraveling. She reached back blindly, her fingers finding the coarse fabric of John’s shirt, fisting it tightly. She pulled his lips closer to her ear, her voice dropping to a low, velvet command that silenced Kyle’s next breath.
“Yes, babe,” she purred, the words thick with spent desire and resurgent hunger. “Now.” She paused, letting the demand hang in the sticky air. “I want my man to take me.” Her grip tightened on his shirt. She tilted her hips slightly, a subtle invitation, a reclaiming. “Show him,” she breathed, the final command a dark whisper laced with absolute certainty, “how it’s done.”
Kyle swallowed hard, his body rigid beneath her weight, the slick sound of withdrawal echoing too loudly in the hushed suite. “Okay,” he rasped, voice thick, carefully lifting her off his lap, his movements clumsy with spent energy. Gigi landed softly on the plush velvet, the cool air a shock against her damp skin where Kyle had been.
She felt the sofa shift, John’s larger, familiar presence replacing Kyle’s as he moved decisively between her spread thighs. His hand, broad and work-roughened, slid possessively up her inner leg. “Move over, Kyle,” John murmured, the command calm, absolute, his other hand guiding Kyle’s shoulder back to make space on the sofa beside them.
Kyle scrambled back, breathing hard, his eyes wide as he watched John settle, his gaze fixed on Gigi’s slick, exposed center. John’s thumb brushed her swollen flesh, a deliberate stroke that made her gasp. “Still wet for me, baby?” he asked, his voice a low rumble close to her ear, laced with dark satisfaction. “Still burning?”
“Always for you,” Gigi breathed, arching her back, seeking his touch, the blindfold making her hyper-aware of his cedar scent, the heat radiating from his skin. She heard Kyle’s sharp intake of breath beside them, felt the intensity of his stare on her body. John’s chuckle was low and knowing. “Watch close now,” he directed Kyle, his gaze never leaving Gigi’s face beneath the velvet. He positioned himself, the blunt heat of his arousal pressing insistently against her entrance, thicker, more familiar than Kyle’s. “This,” John growled, his voice thick with intent, the word vibrating through her, “is how you claim what’s yours.” He surged forward, sheathing himself inside her in one deep, powerful thrust that punched the air from her lungs and arched her body off the velvet. His fullness was overwhelming, a claiming that resonated deep in her bones, obliterating the lingering ghost of Kyle’s touch. “John!” she cried out, her fingers scrabbling blindly for purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. He held himself deep, buried to the hilt, his breathing harsh against her neck, letting her feel every inch, every ridge, the sheer, undeniable possession.
John held himself deep, buried to the hilt, his breathing harsh against her neck, letting her feel every inch, every ridge, the sheer, undeniable possession. "Mine," he growled, the word vibrating against her blindfolded temple, a dark rumble of absolute certainty that resonated deep in her core, hotter than Kyle’s tentative worship. He withdrew slowly, deliberately, the drag of his thick length pulling a ragged gasp from her lips, leaving her achingly empty for one suspended heartbeat before slamming back home with piston-like force. The impact jolted through her, a shockwave of pure sensation that arched her spine off the velvet cushions.
"God, John!" Gigi cried, her fingers scrambling against his shoulders, nails biting fabric, anchoring herself to the brutal, perfect rhythm only he could deliver. He set a relentless pace from the start, deep, powerful thrusts that split her open like ripe fruit, each drive targeting that sweet spot with unerring precision learned over years. None of Kyle’s earlier frantic energy, just pure, controlled power, a master claiming his domain. "Like that?" he rasped against her ear, not needing an answer, his hips pistoning, the sound of flesh meeting flesh obscenely loud in the quiet suite.
"Harder," Gigi demanded, her voice breaking on the word, pushing her hips up to meet his next punishing drive. "Make me feel you in my bones." John’s low chuckle was pure possession, a dark promise fulfilled as he obliged, his pace intensifying, each thrust deeper, harder, stealing her breath. Kyle watched, frozen beside them on the sofa, knuckles white where he gripped his own knees, his gaze locked on the place they joined, mesmerized by the raw power John wielded over her body.
John shifted slightly, angling his hips, and the next thrust struck something deeper, something primal. Gigi screamed, a raw, shattered sound as pleasure detonated, white-hot and blinding behind the velvet, shattering through her defenses. He didn't relent, driving into the heart of her convulsions, forcing the peak higher, longer, drawing choked sobs from her throat as her body clamped around him, milking him fiercely. She felt him tense, a guttural groan tearing from his chest as his rhythm faltered, then surged, his release pumping deep into her welcoming heat with hot, pulsing jets that seemed endless.
He collapsed against her, his weight a solid, grounding presence, his breath ragged gusts against her neck, buried deep as the final aftershocks shook them both. "Christ, baby," John panted, his voice wrecked, his palm flattening possessively over her lower belly where he’d emptied himself. He shifted just enough to lift his head, his lips finding hers beneath the blindfold in a claiming kiss that tasted of sweat and shared oblivion. "Forgot your name yet?" he murmured against her swollen lips, the words thick with satisfaction and something fiercely tender. Kyle released a shaky breath he seemed to have been holding the entire time.