Page 15 of Indiscreet

“Relax, Gia,” Dane said. The tips of his fingers grazed my throbbing clit. “So hot and wet…she’s going to come fast.” I moaned and protested as he moved his hand back to my mound. Then Elliot’s hand caressed between my thighs and I cried out. His fingers slid across my clit and lower until he reached my entrance. My breaths became pants as my heart pounded. It felt so good.

Dane inhaled sharply as he stared down at Elliott’s hand teasing the wetness before pushing two fingers inside of me. My inner walls gripped, pulling him farther in. “Fuck, she’s tight.” He brushed his lips at the top of my thigh. “You feel amazing.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and panted as Elliott pumped two of his fingers into me. His thumb stroked over my clit, my body held firmly in Dane’s embrace. His breath was as warm and fast as mine, and Elliott’s fingers expertly found the spot inside that had me writhing and panting.

I was going to come hard, but I was climbing too quickly. I fought to hold back as I didn’t want to come down from the intensity of the pleasure. I didn’t want it to end, but the sensation was too pleasurable, too powerful.

“Let go, Gia,” Dane growled commandingly.

I couldn’t hold on. “Oh God,” I cried out, convulsing around Elliott’s fingers.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Elliott groaned.

Dane hugged me to him as Elliott continued to stroke my pussy, prolonging my climax until I calmed. They both noticed the stiffening in my body and let me go. Out of the warmth of Dane’s arms, I felt cold.

I yanked the front of my dress down and turned away from them. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

Elliott cursed. “You did and you loved it.”

I looked away. “This is not me…normally I would never have let two men touch me like that, here in public…”

“See, Dane?” he said. “This is exactly why I can’t stand tourists.”

As discreetly as I could, I put on my underwear and fixed my dress. Dane went further and adjusted the end of my dress more, smoothing it in place. “There’s no judgment. We enjoyed pleasuring you, Gia.”

I shook my head. Maybe no judgment from Dane, but it was clear Elliott had an opinion. “I’m not…this isn’t me. I’m going home.”

I pushed them both away as I rushed down the staircase and down the hallway until I found a hostess and requested to leave. My orgasm still surged through me, my desire still hoping and yearning for more, but I couldn’t stay after what I’d done and had let them do to me.

“Gia, you’re leaving?” I looked up to find one of the men I had been speaking to. “I went to look for you, but they closed off upstairs. I had hoped you’d be interested in having dinner together next week.”

I lowered my eyelids. How would he feel about dating me if he knew what I’d just done upstairs with two men? “I’ve decided I’m not ready for any of this.”

“All right. I understand,” he said. I didn’t miss the disappointment in his voice. “Can I at least call you?”

My smile tightened. I didn’t want him to call, but he continued to stand there, and my mind tried to conjure up a polite excuse as I put on my coat, one of the staff holding it out for me.

“Gia, I’d like to speak with you before you go.” Dane’s rich deep voice rang out from behind us, and my pulse jumped as he placed his arm firmly around my waist. My breath hitched as a tingling sensation arose between my thighs, reminding me once again how it had felt in his arms when I climaxed with him and his friend.

“I’m tired. Perhaps another time,” I whispered. I couldn’t stop the breathlessness of my voice, or the way my body trembled when his hand brushed low on my abdomen as he removed my coat. The inescapable heat between us intensified, making me aroused, unnerved.

“You’re already here,” he said then took my hand. “Come with me.”

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