Indiscreet (The Agency Dark Affairs Duet Book 1)

by Amélie S. Duncan

  Waves of heat surged through me and I squeezed my thighs together to soothe the ache, my hand moving along the button of my pants. “Elliott,” I moaned. I didn’t know what to do or how to start.

  He was quick to grab my hips. “Touching yourself will earn you a spanking when we’re having sex together, unless I command you to do it, but you didn’t know that yet. Now, kiss me.”

  He took my head in his hands. His fingers twisted in my hair, tilting my head up toward his own, and then his open lips came down on mine with a ferocity that took my breath away. I felt the powerful press of his lips as he stroked his mouth against my own. If I’d had doubts about what Elliott wanted or thought of me, they were gone. My need and desire awakened as I let loose some of my own control. I gave in to his kisses, which had a faint taste of cinnamon, his tongue warm and soft. It felt so good I could have continued to kiss him all night, but then he broke the kiss, pulled my jeans down to my knees, and cupped me between my legs.

  A rush of excitement went through me at his command. My body came to life and my shyness ebbed as I worked my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. I was tapping into that sexual part of me again, that throbbing need Elliott seemed to recognize as a part of me.

  My eyes flicked to Elliott, who was still staring hard at me, though his gaze was now lower. He ran his tongue over his lips suggestively and my body tightened. The air thickened between us, and for a few seconds all we could hear was the sound of our breaths as I worked up the nerve to place his hand where he wanted me to, where I wanted him to be. It was just so brash.

  “Elliott,” I whispered. “I don’t know…”

  “All you need to think about is how much I want to feel you come again,” he said.

  Why not do what I wanted? This was for me.

  He took my hand, placed it between his legs, and moved it against the erection filling his jeans. Feeling Elliott so turned on sent heat surging to my already aching, throbbing clit and was the catalyst that moved me to take Elliott’s large hand between my thighs. My skin tingled and I gasped at the first contact of his fingers as he touched the smooth surface of my mound. A delicious shiver of want went through me as he placed two fingers around my clit, stroking down through my slick folds. I moaned and moved against his touch.

  “She’s killing me.” He said it loud enough that I was sure Dane could hear.

  Dane’s voice came through the phone. “Bring the phone close so I can hear the sound of you stroking her wet pussy.”

  Elliott picked up the phone with his free hand then brought it down close to my body, and we both moaned as I gapped my legs wider and he strummed his fingers through my wetness. I was too far gone to think. All I wanted to do was come. “You’ve got a pretty little pussy. You’re going to squeeze the fuck out of our cocks.” Elliott’s voice was harsh in my ear as he put down the phone. He pushed two fingers inside me. “Let Dane hear you.”

  My moans were loud between my shallow breaths as Elliott continued to fuck me with his fingers.

  Elliott worked in a third finger. “Show me how you’ll move when I fuck you.” Grasping tight to his shoulders, I let out a cry.

  “Damn, put her on live so I can watch her do it,” Dane commanded.

  Elliott pressed the app on his phone and held the screen down as I moved my hips against his fingers. Knowing Dane was watching now made my walls tighten. Elliott let go of the phone, and I was too gone to stop. I went with it, losing myself in the exquisite sensation. Elliott’s fingers moved in and out of me faster, his thumb pressing down on my clit until I stiffened in his arms as I came. This time I didn’t fall under the weight of self-condemnation; I quietly relaxed my face into his shoulder. I felt light as the climactic bliss coursed through my body.

  He held me close and kept stroking inside of me as I rode out the sensations. “You’re sexy when you come, Gia. Fuck, take out my cock and squeeze it.”

  I feverishly obeyed his request, fumbling with the button of his pants and reaching into his boxers to fulfill his demand. I took his engorged hot shaft in my hand, wrapping around his thick girth and squeezing.

  “Open your legs.” He stroked a hand between my legs then used my essence as a glide before fisting his cock, my hands moving down to caress his balls. My eyes were fixed on the powerful, fast strokes as he worked his hard length.

  Elliott inhaled sharply. “That’s right, Gia. Fuck…just like that.”

  My strokes matched his eagerness, our breaths erratic. I wanted nothing else but to see him come.

  “Get down and open your shirt,” he said. “I’m coming on your tits.”

  I quickly did as he asked, opening my shirt and taking my bra off, and his release came just as frenzied as mine had. He let out a yell as he detonated, his cum flowing hot over my breasts.

  Our eyes met, and I shuddered at the intensity in his gaze.

  He broke first. “Let’s clean up and I’ll get Dane back on the line.” He spoke briefly to Dane, then followed me. We had just stepped through the door of the bedroom when Elliott clasped my body, crushing it against his. He yanked my hair back and wrapped it around his hand, his mouth coming down hard on mine. His possession was dizzying, addictive. I couldn’t get enough. Just as quickly as he’d taken me, he let me go. “Dane’s waiting. You need to talk to him,” he got out between breaths.

  I sucked in air. Yes, Dane. Elliott withdrew from me and we quietly cleaned up then returned to the closet to collect his phone. While my mind raced with all that had happened, I didn’t feel much regret like I had at the mixer. I admitted to myself that I wanted this.

  “You’ll take care of me later,” Dane said to me when we reached him again by phone. His voice was coarse, his breathing hard, his control just as shattered as my own. Without a doubt, he meant sex with him. His invitation was a passionate challenge, and with it came a throbbing need that rose within me at the prospect. Deep down, I knew such a consuming attraction to a man could be perilous to my emotions, but I couldn’t bring myself to run away. I could refuse, but I felt my resolve waning. I was still willing, regardless of how little I knew about them.

  “Yes, I will, Dane.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  * * *

  I lay down on my bed after Elliott left, thinking about Dane. We’d agreed to have me come over after six. I was sure now that it wasn’t just my long dry spell that had me doing things I wouldn’t normally have done before. Something about the way the two of them guided me, the way Dane took control…it got to me. It was under his direction and control that Elliott had touched me again, and the sinfulness of him listening in and watching had intensified the orgasm to combustion. I was captivated, even though I barely knew Dane. The little I did know showed he operated well beyond my experience sexually. Nevertheless, I couldn’t suppress the growing excitement within at what sex would be like between us. I had little doubt I’d find it satisfying, but would he with me?

  A man connected to a mysterious matchmaking service who hosted orgies in his home must have seen and done more than I could ever imagine. If that wasn’t enough to worry about, there was the possibility that he was still involved with someone. He had said the woman he was with was gone, but did gone mean forever?

  Evidently, he wasn’t willing to share more than his body, but did I need to know everything if we weren’t going to date? I couldn’t anyway right now, so did it matter? Maybe I was making excuses because I wanted him for a fling, not just a one-night stand. After some more cleaning and a short nap, I awoke with the same worrying thoughts and even considered calling off my plans with Dane. My thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of an incoming text. It was Liz, and my stomach instantly sank. I had completely forgotten about her.

  Liz: I’m worried about you. Did Elliott leave?

  I was perplexed by her message. In all the time I’d known Liz, she’d never behaved like a nagging mom, so I didn’t understand why she was being so pushy about Elliott. Was she into Elliott herself? I would ask th
em both about it later, but for now I tried to ease her mind and wrote back.

  Gia: He did. Stop worrying. Everything is fine. What about you?

  Liz: It’s too late for me.

  I rubbed my neck to pat down the hairs that had risen there. She wasn’t one for dramatics either, but new relationships could take you on a bit of a rollercoaster ride. Still, her message unnerved me.

  Gia: What do you mean? You’re kind of freaking me out over here. Did you and Marco break up?

  I pressed send, but I was also considering calling her to talk.

  Liz: Sorry about that last message. Let’s have lunch when I return from San Francisco.

  I called her anyway, but she didn’t pick up. I thought perhaps time away was what she needed. I called Astrid to see what she thought of Liz’s odd message, and to calm my nerves. Once Astrid got past me not sharing with her about seeing Liz with her boyfriend, she was ready to offer her advice.

  “Liz sounds a bit dramatic, but new relationships can be like that. Liz is smart. If she wants to move on, she will, but when she’s ready.”

  I chewed on my lip. “That was what I thought too. I’ll just ask her to meet up when she gets back from her trip.”

  “Me too,” Astrid said. “I don’t like being left out of the loop. Since I have you on the phone, would you like to come over and hang out? I can get Tim to watch Jacob. We’re not leaving to go to his parents’ until tomorrow night.”

  “I can’t tonight. I have plans,” I said in as casual a tone as I could muster.

  “Oh, you do. With who?” she asked, and I smiled at the delight in her tone.

  “It’s someone from the mixer, but it’s not a date or anything big,” I replied. Except we are planning to have sex. I decided to keep that part to myself.

  “Why are you being mysterious? You can tell me something, at least who it is,” she prodded.

  “It’s Dane, the host of the mixer,” I told her. “But before you get excited, it’s nothing serious. He’s not really…interested in dating. We’re just staying in at his place.”

  “Ohhh,” she said, slowly getting what I meant without me having to spell out that we were just getting together for sex. “Well, good for you. I hope the sex is good.”

  “Me too,” I said as I touched my warm cheeks. “I better go get ready.”

  “Have fun,” she said, and we laughed. “Seriously, you do whatever feels right for you.”

  “Thank you,” I said then hung up. It was good to share some of what was going on with Astrid, but I didn’t want to share everything since I didn’t really know much about it myself.

  I went and changed into a nice black lace bra and underwear set. I dressed in a black crepe wraparound dress with thigh-highs and heeled boots. It was suitable for a night out, though Dane hadn’t made plans other than sex. Even so, I quickly put on my coat and left the house, not lingering, lest my nerves get the better of me.

  ***

  Dane answered the door when I rang the doorbell. Somehow, I managed to keep my cool, though his silvery gaze burned into me with such a dauntless, salacious scrutiny. I was sure he had me naked in his mind already. He wet his lips then curved them up into a bright smile that shined through the dusting of stubble on his jaw. His appeal was devastating, and a deep shudder coursed through me at knowing I’d soon know him carnally. My thoughts heightened my nerves, and I trembled. Dane closed the distance between us as he placed his arms firmly around my waist.

  “Try to relax for me. Nothing will harm you, I promise,” he whispered soothingly. He didn’t break our connection right away, and I remained in his arms as he rubbed my back, enjoying the way he held me close. His arms were warm and comforting, and I found the tension in my body start to release, though my pulse remained erratic in anticipation of what would come next between us.

  I took a deep breath in, and with it came the tantalizing scent of his aftershave. Everything about this man was seductive.

  “We’ll start in one of my guest bedrooms,” he announced once we reached the top of the stairs. Anticipation took over my nervousness as Dane took my hand, leading me forward.

  We would be following his rules and going straight to bed, and in all honestly, I didn’t want to wait. I wanted him immediately.

  Dane turned on the lights and revealed a bedroom that was larger and better furnished than my own, but all I could think about was the hard pound of my heartbeat as Dane brought us over to the king-sized bed. It bounced us closer when we sat down on the edge of it together. Dane gripped my side to steady me, and I shuddered at his touch. My eyes lifted, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his. He was positively mesmerizing.

  His large hands cupped my face. I shivered as his tongue slipped inside my parted lips. The caress of his mouth was searing, demanding. It was an exquisite touch against my own in a way that was instantly enslaving, and this was just his kiss. I didn’t want him to stop. My hands eagerly clasped his jaw with a need to prolong our connection. The more we kissed, the more brazen I became. I moved my hands up to rake through the thick dark waves of his hair and pressed hard on his mouth, sucking his tongue and filling me with his taste of crush mints.

  He groaned as he covered my hands and gently pulled them down before ending the kiss, and we both worked to catch our breath. I let out a shaky exhalation and lowered my eyelids. “I don’t know what’s come over me. I haven’t had sex with anyone since my marriage ended. He had affairs.”

  I sucked in to steady my breathing. I cursed myself for bringing the past up, but I felt the need to explain my eagerness. It only made me more ashamed, and I lowered my head.

  He cupped my chin and lifted my face up toward his. “He was a fool,” he said with an edge to his tone that I appreciated.

  I licked my lips. “A man with your experience…. I imagine—”

  “Has no expectations of you, trust me on that,” he said resolutely. “I want real, not a sexual resume.”

  That made me smile. “All right. I know I’m not supposed to be talking, sharing.” I blinked up at him and worked to control my breath. “I’m just nervous.”

  “I understand, and I’ll allow it. I know this isn’t easy for you.” Dane’s eyes danced with amusement before he took my hands in his. “We start with you following. When you’re in a bedroom with me, you’ll need to ask permission.”

  My lips parted. “For what?”

  “For everything,” he said darkly. Dane’s authoritative shift was heady. My inner muscles clenched and my clit pulsed in response. I was hot to experience his brand of domination, and he didn’t hesitate to give it. “Stand between my legs.”

  I moved to my feet and positioned myself in the gap between his strong thighs and long legs.

  “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He undid the tie on my wrap dress and spread it open. I shuddered as his hard gaze moved over the lace pushup bra and matching panties I had on underneath. “I imagined how hot your body would be.” His fingers grazed over the tops of the clasps holding the garters of my silk stockings. “And how much I want you under my hand. You want that, Gia? Tell me.”

  My body flooded with heat as my pulse increased. “Yes…I do.”

  “Take off your bra,” he commanded in a low tone. “I want to see how sexy you are.”

  My fingers trembled so much as I unclasped my bra. He unwrapped my dress and helped pull it down my arms and onto the carpet, my bra following next.

  His eyes darkened as they stared lustfully at my nipples, which were hardening, already aching for his touch. “Your breasts are perfect,” he groaned out, voicing his praise. “Cup them and offer them to me by leaning closer to my mouth so I can suck them.”

  I heated up at his words and did as he requested. When my breasts were within reach, he placed a kiss on each one then squeezed them in his hands, and I couldn’t help but moan. Closing his mouth over my nipple, he licked over the tight point before sucking deeply, his teeth lightly biting down on one and then t
he other. The bite sent a jolt of pain and pleasure straight down to my throbbing clit and I let out a cry; it felt wonderful.

  “You’re so responsive to my touch.” He blew puffs of air across the tips and I shivered, though heat waved between us.

  His index finger trailed down my stomach to the top of the lace of my underwear. “I was envious of Elliott, how Elliott teased me with the sound of how wet your pussy was,” he said through gritted teeth. “How you asked for permission to get fucked by his hand and let me watch. Take your panties off…slowly.”

  I took in a ragged breath as I shimmied the lace and satin down my legs. I pulled them off and handed them to him.

  “Fuck, you’re stunning,” he groaned.

  I sucked in air as I stood there, exposed and trembling in front of him, my arousal slicking my thighs.

  “All I could think about was feeling you come on my face…how good you’d taste. You made me crave you.” His words had an edge, like he had reached the end of his patience. His hands slid over my buttocks to the tops of my thighs and he tugged them apart, making me widen my stance. “Beg me, Gia.”

  “Please, Dane,” I pleaded without hesitation. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears, and anticipation charged the air between us. I wasn’t about to deny him. I was too far gone now.

  He swiftly moved me onto the bed. “Spread your legs wide for me.” I opened my legs some, but he spread them wider and then buried his face between them. His tongue was desperate and seeking as he licked through my slick folds with long wet strokes, pressing in against my swollen clit. The intensity of his need and desire was urgent and demanding. Loud, breathy moans from both of us filled the room.

  My hands caressed the soft wavy hair on his head as he consumed me. Never had a man taken me like this. Never had I ever felt so desired.