Page 37 of Dauntless

“Elliott, spank her with your hand.”

The first slap of his hand against me was hardly noticeable.

The second slap, however, carried a sharp sting.

I yelped but tried to conceal it. A tingling feeling followed the slap, which didn't feel that bad.

The third slap was sharp too, sending another sting through me. I bit my lip, unsure what I was feeling. I couldn't pinpoint it at first, but as Elliott's hand obeyed Dane's command, the sting started to feel good. So good that I almost forgot about Dane in front of me.

Dane's eyes met mine. “Don't come until I tell you to.” He slipped a hand between my thighs. “Elliott, you can stop now.”

A gasp left me as his fingers toyed with me, two inside and his thumb stroking my clit. I was shuddering, wanting to come.

Dane's voice murmured something that I didn't hear.

I felt Elliott's hand squeeze my ass, and I almost laughed but bit it off. His fingers were slick with lube, and soon they were teasing around my entrance, a sensitive place I so rarely touched.

Elliott's finger slowly eased in, letting me adjust, and then a second finger joined.

I was short-circuiting, too much pleasure at once, trying to focus on what I was feeling. Dane's fingers seemed to brush Elliott's inside me, on either side of a wall. Do they feel it too?I burned to know.

I was crying out now, wanting to come, but Dane hadn't told me to yet.

Elliott's fingers withdrew, followed by Dane's, and then Dane's firm hands were easing me down onto my back, and I could feel Elliott's muscular chest against the damp skin of my back.

“Elliott, take her now,” Dane instructed.

Elliott's cock teased between my buttocks, his hands squeezed me as he slid in. It was tight, and he was unbelievably hard as he started to fill me.

Dane's eyes were on me as my mouth dropped open in surprise.

“How is it this time, Gia?” Dane whispered.

“Good,” I moaned, breathless and swimming in pleasure.

Dane stroked down my inner thigh with his cock, and my head started to spin.

My head fell back as his cock slid in to the hilt. He was as hard as Elliott, blazing hot inside me. Every stroke felt like they were rubbing against each other inside me. I was full, so full, with both of them moving together.

Every moment was pure, agonizing bliss. I wasn't going to stop, couldn't stop. I was going to come.

“Do you want to come, Gia?” Dane purred, his breath hot at my ear.

From within a haze of beautiful pleasure, “Yes, yes,” I begged.

Dane's voice was rough but encouraging. “Come for us.”

I was crying out, moving my body to match their thrusts, and I felt Elliott twitch inside me, ready to burst too.

“Come,” commanded Dane again.

I closed my eyes and moved. My body was arching, letting go. There was light behind my eyes, pouring in as my body shook and shook. My ragged breaths tasted too sweet as the orgasm ripped through me. I could feel them shuddering inside me as I rode the wave of ecstasy, first Elliott and then Dane, as if Dane was restricting himself, too, to make sure we had ours before he had his. As I lay on top of Elliott, my body trembling with the aftershocks.

I opened my eyes again. It was unbearably hot with their bodies on mine.

Dane eased out of me, breathing hard. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he laid me down gently beside Elliott, then took his spot on my other side. The cool air on my bare skin was delicious after the stifling heat of our bodies. I drifted.

When I awoke, Dane wasn’t there. I could hear the shower from the opened door, which led to the master bathroom. But Elliott was there.

Elliott. He was awake leaning against the headboard watching me quietly. My stomach sunk, and I lowered my eyes. I thought on our night out and how much I had enjoyed my date. I couldn’t bring myself to continue looking at him. This was what he wanted, to share me. The sex had been great with Dane with us. Then why don’t I feel great?

“You can join him,” Elliott said quietly.

I curled on my side into a tight ball away from him. This wasn’t going to be able to happen anymore. I would have to choose, and I was mourning. I was sure when I did, I’d end up losing them both.

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