Page 14 of Indiscreet

“Forget convictions, there are no judgments here,” he said. “There is nothing wrong with wanting to be touched. Do you want me to allow Elliott to stroke your pussy until you come?”

My mouth went dry and I shifted on my feet. His words were blunt, and they turned me on. His invitation was a passionate challenge, hard to resist. It touched that ache deep inside of me that longed to be touched again. “I don’t even know him. It happened fast and I…I’m sorry.”

I closed my eyes. I didn’t want him to see any more of what I was thinking.

“Look at me,” he said. His tone was gentle though authoritative.

I did. My pulse jumped in my throat.

“You have no reason to be sorry,” he said. “If you hesitate to continue because of me, don’t. I want you to. It would turn me on immensely for the two of us to make you come, but I need to hear the truth from you. Tell me.”

I felt swollen between my legs. “I did…I do want to, but…”

I was too far gone to pass up his illicit offer. It had been ages since I’d been touched at all, and two men touching me was stepping well out of my comfort zone. This was more than I could imagine for myself. If I had, Dane would have been my choice. I’d had an attraction for him from the start.

Dane lifted my face up and let me see the licentious force on his own. “You want me to touch you too.”

I nodded slowly. The thought of Dane touching me tightened things low in my body. I took in a shallow breath and glanced around us.

“Too public?” he said. “We’ll compromise.”

“This time,” Elliott said, amused.

I blinked rapidly. This time? There wasn’t going to be a next time. This was one-time-only for me. Even so, I could barely form a thought on what to do next.

He took my hand and instead of leading me out of the room, he moved us farther away from the bed and into a dimly lit corner. It wasn’t exactly private, but it was away from the rest of the people.

“I want to see her whole body,” Elliott said. He moved his hands toward the zipper on my dress.

My eyes darted around and I tensed at the very idea. “I don’t want to take off my dress.”

“She’s not ready to be naked,” Dane said, understanding. He ran his hand down my arm and I let out a ragged breath. He then turned me to face away from him and wrapped his arms around me. His warmth encircled me. His thick erection against my buttocks was distracting, but he didn’t grind up against me, just kept me close. “Tell us again.”

I stood there quietly for a few moments. Dane wasn’t rushing. I got the impression he would stop touching me if I asked him to, even as far as we had gone. I had control, and I also had to make my choice be known. It was my desire, my desperate need to be touched intimately again, and with the intensity of the moment and the sounds of pleasure all around me, I had but one answer.

“Please…touch me,” I whispered, giving voice to my plea.

“Good,” he said with pleasure in his voice. He pressed a kiss to my neck then slowly lifted the end of my dress to the tops of my thighs. “Elliott, take her panties off.”

Elliott didn’t hesitate to reach under my dress and slide the lace down my legs, leaving me in thigh-highs. Goose bumps broke out across my skin in excitement as the front of my body was exposed.

Dane’s hands gripped my thighs and pulled my legs apart, exposing me to Elliott, who remained on his knees, staring at me. I took in short breaths as I heated more. I squirmed back against Dane. My breasts felt achy and heavy, my pussy hot and swollen. Dane’s hand went down to the top of my mound and stroked my skin. “So soft.”

I squirmed and waited for him to move his hand lower, but he held me firmly in place.

I whimpered.

“Soon,” Dane soothed.

Elliott leaned in and let his lips brush high on my thigh. I shivered and moaned as Elliot’s fingers slid across my slit. My clit throbbed as he opened me wider.

Elliott groaned. “She’s so beautiful and ripe, Dane. I want to suck your pussy, Gia. Just say the word.” His breath was warm and close to my body. I wanted to feel it, but it was a step too far for me.

I tensed in Dane’s arms at the thought, but didn’t answer. This was one thing Patrick hadn’t done, and he’d made me feel filthy for even wanting it.

“Don’t worry,” Dane said, again pressing his lips softly against my neck. “That’s too much for her tonight,” he said to Elliott. “Besides, I expect regret will come soon. We’ll only make her come, like we said.”

Elliott sighed noisily. “Regret is a waste.”

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