Page 95 of Isabela

“Never,” he mutters. Gael’s hand moves to my chin as we stop in front of the car, pressing firmly until my gaze meets him. “Aria and I both need you, Isa. You’re the friend she needs, and the lover we didn’t know we craved. You’re absolutely perfect.”

His lips cover mine, swallowing my moan as he also hits the button on the toy. “Fuck, I bet your pussy is sopping wet, isn’t it, Little One?”

“Yes,” I gasp as he kisses me one more time before he helps me into the back seat of the truck.

Aria shudders next to me, and I know Gael is having his fun with her too as he climbs into the driver’s side. Turning, I kiss her, and soon we’re making out as he drives.

“That’s just not fair,” he groans as my hand slips into Aria’s top. Gael hasn’t told us to stop, so we slake our lust with each other until we arrive at the club.

Giggling as we fix each other’s clothes, we climb down from the truck, allowing Gael to help us. My heels are high tonight, and rolling an ankle would be a bummer. One arm around both of us, Gael walks confidently to the club’s door where there’s a bouncer checking people in.

The club isn’t quite as stringent as Club Lust the night we met, but this one has a guest list that the bouncer checks before allowing us in.

“This is the members only section of the club,” he murmurs in my ear. “The other side has an insane line, and most aren’t going to make the cut. This is our time to just have some fun and connect. No worries.”

God, it’s been such a shitty few weeks, I’m looking forward to this more than I thought I would.

Gael and Aria link hands with me, and we walk through the club. It’s comfortable, with leather couches, and lots of hidden spaces. The lighting is low, but it’s still easy to see with the lit up walkways from the recessed lights in the floor. It’s decadent and gorgeous.

“Drink?” Gael asks as we walk toward the bar. Nodding, I have a Moscow Mule as I chat with them. “I wonder how wet you both are for me… should I have you check?”

My breath hitches as he hits the button in his pocket with a wicked grin. I swear he’s lost track of which remote is whose, and I gasp as my clit explodes with sensation.

“Daddy,” Aria moans, and I realize he’s probably alternating between both our toys like musical remotes. Smug bastard looks very pleased with himself.

“Come on, baby, you know what I want,” Gael coos.

Aria’s arm wraps around my waist, her other hand tugging on my hair, so I’ll kiss her over my shoulder. Her hand drifts from my waist to under my skirt, slowly dragging over my skin. Whimpering, my hips thrust forward, begging for more. Gael turns up the strength of each vibration, bringing me dangerously close to coming.

“He’s so mean, isn’t he?” Aria whispers against my lips. “Do you want me to make it… fuck me, better?”

My lips would twitch in amusement but I’m too busy trying to stay standing. “Yes,” I whisper. “Aria, please.”

God, this man has me begging right now. Aria’s soft hand squeezes my thigh as it moves up my skin, and then she shifts my panties to the side, her fingers sliding up my core.

“God, honey, you’re soaked. Gael, her pussy is so wet,” Aria breathes. Her fingers push inside my channel, making me whine as her thumb finds my clit.

Gael puts his empty glass of whiskey on the bar, stalking forward to wrap my hair around his fist and swallow my cries with his lips.

“That’s it, beautiful. Come all over Aria’s fingers. God, I swear I can almost smell your sloppy pussy. Fuck, I can’t wait to stretch that tight cunt,” he growls before he resumes kissing me.

The thought of Gael fucking me here makes my vision start to blacken in the corners as my greedy pussy spasms around Aria’s fingers.

“Isa, you’re strangling my fingers. You’re so perfect for us. Please, come for me, love,” she says, panting in my ear. They’re both wrapped around me, so different, yet working in perfect sync as Aria pushes me closer to release.

Gael’s large hand palms my breast, closing over it before pinching my nipple, and that sends me over with a cry. He stifles my noises with a filthy kiss that’s more tongue and teeth than anything else, holding me close as I tremble.

“So gorgeous,” Aria murmurs, pulling her fingers from my pussy slowly, making me mewl in complaint. I feel so empty, and I want more.

Pulling my panties into place, she moves her hand away, but Gael has other plans as he intercepts it. Bringing it to his lips, he opens his mouth and sucks Aria’s fingers, cleaning her up of my cream as I watch on wide-eyed. Nothing should surprise me now, but Gael Murphy is full of them.

“Yummy,” he rumbles. “Let’s go find a quiet corner before I come in my pants, shall we?”

His calm delivery as he gently pushes us into motion makes me giggle as we walk. No one bats an eye at how we just made a spectacle of ourselves, but I can see a woman being eaten out by another woman as she sucks a man’s cock in the shadows, so I doubt anyone cares.

“Things are a lot more out in the open here than at the Key Party,” Aria says in my ear. “Gael and I have come here a few times to just blow off some steam.”

I don’t know what else to say, so I nod instead. Who would have thought my up-tight professor was so kinky? I know this now, but never would have thought it last semester.

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