Page 55 of Indiscreet

The two men had me entirely at their mercy, and I was quick to realize Elliott had none to give.

He played me ruthlessly, his fingers teasing with feather-light exploits along my outer lips and light passes on my clit until I was right on the edge, aching to come. Then he pulled back with sudden cruelty, kneading my ass, leaving me high and dry, only to start all over again.

I groaned in frustration. “Elliot…” I hissed, ripples of unattained pleasure engulfing me. With knees buckling, I buried my head in my tormentor’s shoulder. It was too much.

“Stop trying to control it,” Dane said. “Give yourself over to us.”

He fisted my hair and pulled my head back so Elliott could explore my mouth. As Elliott tangled his tongue around mine, Dane attacked my gooseflesh-riddled shoulders with hot kisses. My body, caught in the middle of two men, shook in a desperate plea for more.

Sensing my impending defeat, Elliot returned to cup my mound, working two fingers into my soaked pussy and circling my hard cleft with his thumb. His fingers intensified the depraved torment. The air became hot with perverseness, my body pushed further than it had ever been. I was slick with sweat and feverish with want. I cried for deliverance, begging for the two of them to calm this fiery storm. No more waiting. I wanted them both to take me.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dane praised, wrapping one arm around my waist, holding me against his sinewy chest. While his hardness rubbed against the small of my back, he tasted the sweat across my shoulders, taking my skin between his teeth to inflict small, sultry bites. His hands reached around to grasp my breasts, pinching my nipples hard. I cried out, the pain he caused sparking more want than ache. I pressed into the hard muscles of his front and squeezed my thighs together. “I need to come,” I whispered.

“When we are ready,” Elliot told me, stepping back for Dane to take over. Dane knelt on the tile before me and parted my thighs. His hot breath touched my wet pussy, and I squirmed on my feet. A low, decadent moan breezed from his lips. My breathing became ragged after he licked along my slick flesh, my clit stiff against the edge of his tongue.

“Don’t come yet,” he purred. He’d lost his mind.

I tried to move back, but Elliott had a hold of me. Dane pushed my thighs wider and

probed his tongue deeper. I moaned, my fingers digging into Elliott’s arms as Dane licked the wetness between my legs. In torturous strokes, he lapped and sucked my essence until it trickled down his extended tongue and down his chin. I bit my lip hard trying to hold back my climax, but I could feel myself breaking. Dane must have felt it too. He moved to stand.

“No,” I cried out. I couldn’t take any more. My vision blurred with unshed tears until I heard Dane’s soothing voice. “You did great, Gia. Touch me.” The smile on his lips looked wicked as he guided his engorged cock closer to where we stood.

I reached for him eagerly, wrapping one hand around his throbbing shaft and squeezing. With my other hand, I cupped his balls, rolling them in my hand. I stroked as I watched, wanting him to feel just as turned on as I was by touching him. With every glide of my hand, his handsome face tightened into sharp angles, his pupils dilating with lust.

“Yes, just…fuck, just like that,” he groaned. He tilted his hand and I worked him harder, caressing and stroking him until let go, and with a loud groan, he exploded, his come projecting over me. Without any self-consciousness, I licked his seed off my fingers. He kissed my lips then nodded toward Elliott, who was sitting at the bottom. A silent, almost telepathic understanding passed between them.

As my body shivered with suspense, Elliott went to one of the built-in cabinets in the room and returned with a small bottle. “This should make it go easier for you.” He kissed my cheek. They were ready for me. Dane swung me into his arms and carried me to the bed.

Elliott settled on the duvet, and Dane transferred me to him. I thought that was my signal to take over and took advantage, straddling Elliot after arousing him to complete fullness again. So greedy with need, I mounted his awakened cock. When his veiny member nudged through the swollen lips of my sex, my opening closed on his throbbing length and I moaned loudly. The sensation was exquisite, but Elliott wasn’t having it. He held my hips in place. “Stop, Gia,” Elliot warned. “If you begin now, you won’t get the pleasure of both our cocks inside you.”

I whimpered.

“Soon, Gia,” Dane said to me. “Suck my cock and make me hard again.”

I turned my head, finding him stroking his shaft beside me. I leaned slightly forward, taking his length in my mouth. Dane moaned and held my head, his cock growing with every slow glide across my tongue. Elliott was still inside me, and he let out a grunt as my inner walls contracted around his shaft. “You feel so fucking good Gia.”

I gagged as Dane thickened in my mouth. He pushed for me to take more, his shaft tunneling to the back of my throat. I struggled, inhaling through my nostrils, his sexy scent making me wetter. He pulled out and rubbed his cock against my lips. My tongue ran over the spongy tip, tasting the sweet saltiness of him.

Longing for that much-needed friction deep in my sex, I tried to move my hips on Elliot’s cock, but he denied my relief by holding me still with gentle force.

Losing the fight below, I took out my frustration on Dane’s manhood, sucking harder as my cheeks hollowed. Then his hand seized my head. I thought he’d exert pressure to control the pace of my frantic bobbing, but he only let his hand rest there. Now I allowed my teeth to scrape the sensitive skin, my hand to tighten on his balls.

“Fuck,” Dane grunted, removing his cock from my mouth. He took the bottle and moved behind me then pressed himself against my back. “Do it now.”

“Kiss me, Gia.” Elliott’s arms brought me down and molded his lips to mine, his cock still buried deep.

My heart pounded hard against my rib cage. The anticipation was too much.

From the bottle in Dane’s hands, a cool fluid dripped between my ass cheeks. Back and forth his finger glided, drawing little circles around the rim of my opening. Without warning, he pushed in.

I tensed, bracing myself for pain, but it didn’t come as much as I’d expected it to. Now it was more like a fantasy. I was sensuously trapped between these magnificent men.

“Try to relax,” Dane instructed.

When he disengaged his fingers, I felt a sensitive void immediately. Dane then slathered a generous coating of that cold fluid then pressed against my tiny opening again, this time with his cock. I struggled then surrendered to the fullness, giving in to the new erotic sensations flowing from the slow thrust of his cock as he fucked me.

“You like it,” Dane teased as he moved inside my back entrance.

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