Filling up the Virgin(8)

“Let’s have some drinks and dance a bit. I’ll go there with you later.” I knew that I was considering something crazy and needed a little time to sort through my head. It was wild enough thinking that I’d get Declan again without regard to the idea of suggesting that we include his brother. What had he done to me? I went from being a virgin to wanting two men touching me, pleasing me?

Nicki disappeared with the same friend from before, leaving Declan and me alone. We had some drinks and talked about ourselves when I learned that the brothers were billionaires that ran a few different companies for their father, who was killed in a car accident five years ago. There was a good trust fund left for them, but the boys wanted to work and see what they could do. They sold some companies and put the money into a couple others that they bought, one being the night club that he left to tend to that night. I asked why he didn’t hang out there if it was like this, making Declan frown as he stared into his beer.

“It’s a strip club, Polly. It’s something that Braden wanted and to be honest, it’s making a lot of money. Many women don’t agree with it, and I’m not there too much. That night, there was an issue with a customer and one of the dancers.”

“A strip club?” I asked as he moved closer to me. “Do you sleep with them?” My mind raced as I thought back to the night we’d spent together, trying to remember how safe we were. I was glad that I didn’t give him a blow job, shuddering as I thought about different women on their knees before him.

“Not for some time,” he replied as I looked at him with a frown. “It’s a business for me.” I felt his hand slide down to mine as he took it. “Let’s dance.” He pulled me away from the bar and led me to the dance floor, close to where we were before as the music pulsed around us.

I couldn’t help but stare as he started to move, his hips rocking to the beat as I began to move with him. Memories of his cock thrusting inside of me from behind filled my mind as we moved and I looked up at him as sparks passed between us. I slid my hands up his body, feeling him tense under my touch as his eyes darkened. He glanced around, his gaze lingering across the room for a moment before he pulled us to the same corner as before.

His lips claimed mine as he pressed me against the wall, running his hands down my body. I gripped his arms as our tongues danced together and his hand cupped my breast over the shirt. “I want to fuck you so hard,” Declan told me as he lifted my skirt to find my wet pussy. His hands moved my underwear to the side and stroked my needy clit as I dropped my head back. “You’re ready for me. You want me.” There was something aggressive about his actions tonight that was different from our first night together, and I opened my eyes as he slipped a finger inside of me to see Braden watching us from the edge of the dance floor. I came harder knowing that he saw it and my eyes followed his hand as it slipped over his groin.

Declan slipped down to the floor and spread my legs, before I felt his tongue on me as Braden still watched. He was in a place that none of the dancers would pick up on, shielded enough that it was virtually just him and us. I knew that I should tell Declan that his brother was watching us, that it was odd, but I merely slipped my hands into his hair and held him there. Declan gave me another orgasm as he tasted the remains of the one brought on by his brother, staring up at me as I moaned his name. “Can we go to the hotel?”

“Yes, I need you,” I told him as he stood and fixed my clothing hastily. I sent Nicki a text telling her that I was leaving with Declan as he kissed me, my sweet and salty juices coating his lips.

“We might not be alone,” he warned me as heat shot through my thighs. That’s what I wanted.

“I know. It’s fine,” I replied as he told me that he was going to use the bathroom before we left. I brushed against his groin to feel him hard, straining against his pants as he moaned. “Don’t take care of this. I want you in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” Declan said as he took my hand and led me to the bar to wait for him. Braden walked over from the table and stood before me, our eyes locked for a moment.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” he told me softly as I pressed my lips together. “We share, my brother and I. We have before and we will again, but he probably didn’t know that you want that, did he?” I widened my eyes, and he smiled knowingly. “I can come back with you.”

“Yes,” I agreed as I felt someone beside us.

“Polly, are you ready?” Declan asked as he took my hand.