Page 13 of Indiscreet

There was a completely different kind of party going on in here and while I knew I shouldn’t have been there, I couldn’t get my feet to turn and walk away. I was instantaneously absorbed.

I’d seen porn on the computer before, but nothing like the live sexual orgy I was witnessing now. The lights were soft, but there was no hiding what was going on in the suite: a group of men and women in various stages of undress kissing, touching, and stroking each other. In the center of the room was one of the largest four-poster beds I’d ever seen, and several people were having sex on it. Some couples were on top of each other, others performing oral on a third partner. It was hard to look away from the bed, but what caught my eye among the groups on the side was Sophie. She was standing in front of Bradley, her naked body writhing in his arms as he massaged her breasts, and that wasn’t all that was happening. Another man was on his knees between her thighs, orally pleasuring her, and I couldn’t look away. It was as if a fantasy had been plucked from my mind. My body heated as my breathing got shallow. I could feel my arousal between my thighs. A woman who had stood near me, just watching, went over to them, and Bradley let go of Sophie and started kissing her.

While I was completely beguiled by the openly hedonistic sex show, I hadn’t realized a man had come to stand next to me until he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “You like watching the man rubbing her tits while the other man eats her pussy?” His voice was a deep, sultry caress. I glanced to the side once, then again. The man stood tall in a well-tailored tuxedo. The reflective lights glimmered over his handsome face, highlighting the angles of the elegant ridges of his cheekbones. His bright blue eyes and white smile were also hard to miss, especially with him leaning closer to me.

I let my hair cover my flushed face as I sucked in air. My thighs clenched together. “I…I didn’t mean to stare.” I was tongue-tied. Did he know I shouldn’t be in there?

“They want you to stare,” the man said. “They want to turn you on. You can touch yourself too. No one will care.”

A look around the room confirmed his assessment. No one was watching me. Everyone in the room was caught up in their own pleasure.

He went behind me and moved his body flush up against mine. I inhaled his cologne, a pleasing cedar wood and herb mix. He had me so close that I could feel his muscles ripple under his shirt, his cock full and erect as it pressed against my buttocks. He was like a strong solid force. I waited for my brain to kick in and get me out the door, but my feet felt rooted. I didn’t want to go. The stranger was right—I wanted to stay. I wanted to touch myself.

The sound of Sophie’s ecstatic cry at her climax filled my ears and my eyes were back on the scene playing out before me. Bradley lowered his pants behind Sophie, who bent over at the waist. The other man with them stood and took out his cock then guided it into her mouth.

“Go on, touch your pussy. I know you’re wet,” he purred into my ear. “Or do you need help? I’d be happy to get you started.”

My pulse jumped in my throat as heat filled my body. I was turned on by his words and I was tempted to do it, but I couldn’t.

Could I? I mean who was he?

“I shouldn’t…I don’t even know you.” My words came out breathy. I was conflicted.

“This must be your first time. I’m Elliott, one of the hosts in this room. In here, you can do whatever you want.” His strong hand slid around my waist. I could feel the brush of his lips next to my ear as he whispered, “In here, you don’t need to know me. You just need to feel. You give and receive pleasure freely. I want to stroke your pussy and feel you come. Let me make you come.”

I wavered, not consenting or declining. Although I wanted to come more than my next breath, my conscience screamed that I didn’t know who he was, and I wasn’t in the habit of letting strangers touch me intimately. It was improper, immoral, not me—but the sexually charged air in the room and having his strong arms around me was incredibly enticing. It was a temptation I didn’t necessarily want to turn down. Still, something got the better of me. “I shouldn’t be in here. This is a mistake.” Even so, I didn’t move away. I was totally captivated.

“You’re still here. I’d say it’s a choice.” He pressed his mouth to my neck and a moan escaped my lips. He kept a hold of me. My body was on fire with need and want. His hands felt the hard, sensitive points of my nipples through the top of my dress. The more he touched them, the more my mind explained away what I was doing. It’s just touching. I’m not having sex.

A moan left my lips as I arched into his touch, and he continued to knead me through the fabric. “You smell delicious,” he whispered. “Are you ready for me to feel your pussy?” I gasped as he slid his hands down to my hips.

“Elliott, stop what you’re doing right now. She’s a part of our red mixer.” Dane’s voice broke through, his tone sharp and commanding.

Oh no. My awareness came back as blood rushed to my face. What have I done? I felt I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t, though Dane had no claim over me. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

Elliott kept me in his arms, seemingly unaffected by Dane’s appearance. “She didn’t stop me. She wants to be touched. I know she’s wet. Feel her, Dane.”

I flushed and closed my thighs together to try to quench the aching need that pulsed there. Oh, did I ever want Dane to touch me, but Elliott telling Dane to do so embarrassed me.

I finally pushed Elliott’s hands away and he stepped back.

“Did you invite Elliott to touch you, Gia?” Dane asked. His manner was neutral.

I kept my gaze anywhere but him. “Not exactly, but I didn’t move or tell him to stop. I permitted him to it,” I admitted. I was enjoying it, though he must have thought I was a terrible slut.

“When you come in here, you’re ready and willing to have sex,” Elliott said. “Doesn’t she know that?”

“She doesn’t.” He looked at my wrist where the red corsage was missing.

I bit my lip. “I didn’t think I needed it for the whole night.”

Elliott frowned. “I can’t be expected to be looking at wrists all the time, and I can’t do anything if she chose to remove it. She came in and stayed, and she even admitted she went along with what we did.”

“Even so, she didn’t know much about this mixer,” Dane pointed out. “Now that she understands what’s going on, she would need to consent to staying,” Dane said as he touched my arm. “Honestly, Elliott meant no harm.”

“I know. I removed my flower. I was just as involved…” If Dane hadn’t appeared, I’d have let Elliott touch me. I wanted him to. I turned my head.

Dane’s fingers slid under my chin and tilted my face up to his. My breath hitched. His light gray eyes were like silver lightning in their intensity as our gazes locked together. His expression was far from negative. I thought he might have even been intrigued.

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