Indiscreet (The Agency Dark Affairs Duet Book 1)

by Amélie S. Duncan

  Just a little more, I urged Elliott in my mind, trying to wriggle down more inches of his finger, but then Dane took hold of me in a firm grip. I couldn’t move, too helpless and stiff.

  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.

  I moaned for him. They had broken apart my natural barriers. Between them I felt vulnerable, but surprisingly content. As I relaxed, my arousal increased. I moaned loudly as my inner walls clenched.

  “Fuck her now, Elliott,” Dane commanded.

  I gripped the duvet tight. The feeling was so intense; I wasn’t sure I could take it. I began to pant as they alternated their strokes, slowly impaling me with precision. I wanted to move, but they had me wedged so tightly between them. The leisurely, synchronized rhythm of their movements reached my sensual limits. I couldn’t take any more. I writhed between them.

  “You stay right where you are, Gia,” Elliott said in a low tone, groaning in ethereal bliss.

  “Please, I need you deeper,” I begged.

  “Oh, we will, but first we want to savor your heat and tightness,” explained Dane.

  I obeyed with pitiful sullenness as they drew out terribly slow thrusts and withdrawals until I floated in a state of heightened arousal. I tried to concentrate, tried to feel each distinct cock inside me, but I couldn’t. They worked together expertly. My nerve ending
s snapped with sensation while my abdomen tightened with expectation.

  I gripped Elliott’s shoulder with one hand while my other reached behind for Dane’s hip. Grabbing him, I dug my nails into his skin; I was rewarded with a hard thrust forward.

  Dane’s hand slid from my back to fist my damp hair and pulled to assert dominance. Painlessly, he got his point across: I was under their command.

  As if realizing the depth of my need, they began to move faster, sweat forming and coating us all. They began to move with wicked coordination, astounding me. Elliot’s pupils dilated as he eased full tilt into the sweet warmth of my tight channel. My wetness encased him in a vice-like entrapment. Then came the jolting vibrations from Dane in my buttocks. I quivered and moaned loudly. It was ecstasy.

  With accelerating breaths, the sex became a fierce affair of desperate thrusts. I lapped at Elliott’s shoulder; the taste of him was intoxicating. His chin lifted, and I knew he needed my mouth there. Licking the hollow of his throat, I sank my teeth into his flesh.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” Elliott cried out. He moaned as I squeezed around his shaft.

  Behind me, Dane went full blast with his thrusts. His cock throbbed in my tight passage then his wicked invasion became a slow but melodious gyration. Separated and stretched, I gave in to the mixture of pain and pleasure that erupted at each hard thrust.

  Together, they moved inside of me, building a tidal wave I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came apart as it enveloped me. I cried out, over and over again, unable to handle the intense pleasure that engulfed me body and soul.

  They didn’t stop. My heated pussy rippled around Elliot’s cock, and my ass contained Dane’s devastating girth. I took them both, wanting every inch they had to offer. I shut my eyelids to savor the electrifying sweetness that came with my surrender to being a vessel for their satisfaction.

  Dane drove himself all the way in, his cock finally meeting that yearning inside me. A primordial scream came from my lips. I wiggled against his hard cock, letting out a sharp cry. I was surprised to find I was close to orgasm again.

  “Let go, Gia,” Elliot ordered. A sinister light danced in his pale blue eyes as he took my nipples between his teeth.

  Writhing and shrieking between their relentless thrusts, I felt that painful heat settling into my lower stomach. I lost control of my body, convulsing and giving in to an intense orgasm. All I could do was gasp for breath as waves of release washed over my whole body. I shook with the force of my release, jerking and gasping.

  Elliot yelled out his release soon after. Letting out a harsh groan, his hot seed burned within me. His body shook beneath me as he continued to pump into me.

  “Gia,” Dane called out as he lunged forward one final time, burying his cock deep into my ass. The force of his release and Elliott’s thrust triggered a continuous flow to my orgasm, making my whole body shake. The pleasure was endless. I was left spent between their bodies. I fell into sleep almost immediately.

  When I awoke, it was Dane’s face that filled my vision. “You’re back,” he said. “How do you feel?”

  I smiled. “I feel…amazing…exhausted. I enjoyed it so much.”

  “I’m glad,” he said. “There is so much more I’d love to show you.” What he didn’t say was if only things were different, but I read his thoughts like he had read my lust. If he wasn’t searching for Angel and I hadn’t come to The Agency… Still, a little hope rooted in me as I snuggled between the men. The sex had been incredible, but it wasn’t just the unusual lovemaking that really shook me to my core. Being with both of them hadn’t been awkward. They both made me feel comfortable, attractive, desired; it was so heartening. Moreover, in the lusty depths of our minds, there was no saying where I could go from there.

  Elliott left for his room to shower, and Dane and I bathed in the bathroom together. I didn’t know what to make of it, but Dane wouldn’t let me worry. He ordered me the most ridiculous sundae that had me euphoric at the end of my bowl.

  I moaned. “That was delicious.” I looked up and found Dane staring at me with the strangest expression on his face. “Are you all right?”

  He tilted his head and sighed. “I’m confused. I’ve never lost control like that. I’ve been to a number of parties over the years, in different circles of The Agency, but I’ve never had a problem with participating or sampling. I’ve swapped with a few men there, but tonight I lost control of myself and became possessive. That was new for me.”

  I shivered. “I didn’t want them to either. Vincent’s creepy. I also recognized at least five of the men there from campaigning, outreach, and business initiatives. If you had given me over, I don’t think they would have called my ex to exchange me for a political favor. He’d be looking for more help for himself. I now understand how much you risked helping me.”

  “You’re still here.” He ran his hand through his hair. “That’s what worries me. I need to get you off this ship as soon as possible. There may be a chance very soon. Elliott and I will discuss it. I’d never forgive myself if you ended up hurt.

  I touched his hand. “Can you leave too? I mean, you didn’t see Angel tonight.”

  The corners of his mouth turned down. “No. I had hoped I would, but she wasn’t here. I still have another chance at the mixer in San Francisco. If I don’t find her there, I should probably let her go.”

  I bit the inside of my cheek. It was clear he still wasn’t ready to do so. “I hope you find her.”

  He smiled. “Let’s not talk about that. I’ve been meaning to tell you I started a sculpture of you.”

  My lips parted. “You did? I’d love to see it.”

  His smile was innocent. “Yes. You inspired me. I started it after our first time together. I couldn’t stop thinking of you. Maybe…maybe I can get you to sit for me one day, once things are settled with your company.”

  “I’d like that,” I said, and I meant it. “I can honestly say I’m looking forward to getting back to work, if thinks work out.”

  “They will,” Dane assured me.

  I sighed heavily. “Good, because I can’t lose Perfetto.”

  “This is all for your company?” he asked, moving me into his lap.

  “Dane,” I whined, but I relaxed against him, and he laughed.

  “I forget I should ask to touch you, but I just get a feeling and go for it.” A small smile formed on his lips. “Now tell me more about why you’d risk everything for your company.”

  “Honestly, I hadn’t thought I’d ever need to,” I replied. “But I wouldn’t just give it up without doing everything I could to save it. It was always my dream to own my own company. I studied business in college and was at the top of my class. Even with all that, I started small. I worked every position. I wanted to know what it felt like. I sat in on every hire. I wanted to build a community in my team, and that’s what it is. The investment each employee puts into Perfetto warms my heart. It’s more than a company—they are my family.”

  He cocked a brow. “You’re passionate, and an idealist.”

  “I am,” I agreed unapologetically. “That was the thing that saved me in politics, before Patrick went wishy-washy with his policies. He wanted to change the world for the better. He wanted to make the state of Washington the model for the country of what could go right if we all worked together.”

  “I suppose a lot of people start with dreams and find themselves compromised,” he said softly. “I’ve been fortunate in that my family has wealth and good stable investments, but I hate what my father did to get that wealth, and I try to do things differently. I try to support startups and help small businesses.”

  I chewed on my lip. “Do you think Vincent will leave me alone?”

  “He won’t have a choice,” Dane assured me. “When we port, Elliott will take you off the ship. My lawyer will handle the rest. It will all work out.”

  I nodded and yawned.

  “You’re tired,” he said, scooping me up. “Let’s go to sleep.�
� He laid me on the bed and sat down on the edge.

  I gently touched the broken skin on his back. “Was it painful?”

  “It was, but there was pleasure too,” Dane replied softly.

  “Will you be okay?” I whispered when he placed me on top of his warm body.

  “Don’t worry about me,” he said kindly. “You leave, and if I disappear, it means it’s even more dangerous for you. Don’t look for me.”

  A pang went through my chest. That wouldn’t sit right with me.

  Right then I knew I wouldn’t just walk away. I’d try to take Dane with us when it came time to go.

  ***

  The pounding on the door pulled me out of sleep. The night seeped through the blinds, prompting me to turn on the lamp to see. I was alone in bed, and from a brush of my hand over the cold sheets next to me and the silence and lights out in the suite, I knew Dane and Elliott had left and may have been gone for a while. Where they’d gone, I didn’t know. I expected they’d gone to smooth things over with Vincent after the confrontation the previous night.

  The whole night hadn’t been lost though. I touched my face and smiled. Me, Gia Ruiz, having sex with two men—and not just any two men, Dane and Elliott. Both men were dark, gorgeous, and sexy. They exuded masculinity and had an innate presence that demanded attention. Dane had a cool elegance to his polished veneer and charm while Elliott was rugged, bold, and bodacious. When they were with me together, they were supportive, caring, and protective. When we were intimate together, I couldn’t get enough of the carnal way they commanded my body and the ease of our time together afterward. When I had doubts, Dane looked after me. Whenever Elliott was around, he showed me kindness, and at times, raw passion. They never gave me the feeling that they were uncomfortable or jealous sharing me in bed. They had me wanting to see and be with them both again. Could I? Maybe once all this was resolved.