A/N: So... this chapter got a bit out of hand, length-wise. What can I say? Isabela likes to take her time enjoying the good things in life. ;)
Isabela had to admit that Le Dragon Rouge was a class above her usual haunts. She was glad that she'd taken care to dress for the occasion. Her black dress was sexy, but not too obvious, the knee-length skirt just tight enough to show off her curves, the lacy, long-sleeved top allowing tantalizing glimpses of the tight bodice underneath.
The two men had dressed up, too, in dark suits, which suited them well. They chatted about this and that at first: Aedan, W.O.D., Riordan's new job at a prestigious clinic, mutual acquaintances, and current news. When their food arrived, Duncan's prediction turned out to be correct: it was delicious, and they all went quiet for a while, devoting their attention to their meal.
The dessert was the best part, a light, fluffy mousse au chocolat, with just the faintest hint of rum teasing her palate. Isabela finished it with a blissful sigh, licking her lips in satisfaction at the inimitable taste. When she looked up she found both men watching her, Duncan smiling faintly, Riordan with a focused, tense expression on his handsome face. She briefly considered commenting on it, but then excused herself instead. No need to rush things.
When she returned from the powder room, Duncan and Riordan were talking animatedly about a project they'd worked on together in Central America a few years ago. Isabela leaned back in her seat, listening quietly, enjoying the opportunity to take a closer look at Riordan.
He really was attractive. Tall, dark, and handsome didn't even begin to cover it. Not as bulky as Duncan, but still in good shape. Lean. He looked paler than in the pictures, more tired, but he had lovely eyes, grey and stormy. The dark stubble on his cheeks and the way he moved, slow and controlled, gave him an air of danger, of mystery. Oh come on, she chided herself mentally. You sound like a cheesy novel.
The expression on his face as he talked about his work was sombre, unsmiling, and she couldn't blame him. Their conversation was no doubt heavily edited in order not to spoil the evening, but even so, some of the scenes he described made her stomach churn. Riordan had seen firsthand just how bad things could get, and the experience hadn't left him untouched. Isabela didn't normally go for the serious types, but he was so passionate about making a difference that it impressed even her.
"It's our duty, Duncan!" His eyes were flashing fire, and he accompanied his words with insistent hand gestures. "We can't just accept things as they are. Our job is to protect people from their own ignorance."
Isabela smiled to herself. No, he definitely wasn't boring, not at all. Besides, she had caught a few glimpses of a different, lighter side of him, when they had talked about their time at school, and she wanted to see more of that.
None of them was ready for the evening to end when they'd finished their dinner, and when Duncan invited Riordan to come along to the hotel for a drink after dinner, he agreed with a brief nod. Duncan didn't have the luxury of a suite this time, just a normal hotel room. Isabela sighed with regret. I miss the whirlpool. On the other hand, it was nice and cosy, and she wouldn't have to be the one to clean it up later. They made themselves comfortable, Riordan in a comfy chair, Isabela on the bed, while Duncan dug around in his suitcase
When he saw the brandy bottle Duncan produced from its depths, Riordan's face lit up. "How did you get your hands on this? I thought they didn't make it anymore."
"I have my sources." Duncan winked at him and filled a glass for each of them.
Isabela took a deep sip, letting the rich, golden liquid roll around in her mouth to savour the taste. It was good stuff. She was about to take a second sip when Duncan sat down on the edge of the bed, right next to her, and she lost her balance. A generous amount of brandy spilled down her chin and neck, trickling down into the valley between her breasts.
Duncan's horrified groan was almost comical. "Quick. Don't waste it." In a flash he was at her side, putting down the glass and catching the spilled liquid with his lips, hot on her throat.
"Oh, for-" Isabela rolled her eyes and laughed, but at the same time, she felt a pleasant shiver at the feel of his tongue on her skin, lapping up the precious drops. "You're completely insane, you know that, right?"
Riordan was watching them from his place in the armchair, twirling his glass between his fingers, his expression unreadable.
"You're very quiet, Riordan." Isabela smiled at him, tilting her head to the side to allow Duncan better access to her neck. "Penny for your thoughts?"
A sudden smile transformed his face, making him look younger and less severe. "I'm thinking…" He got to his feet in a smooth motion and walked over to them, raising a hand to touch her cheek affectionately. "I'm thinking that Duncan is a very lucky man. And, that I probably ought to leave."
Isabela made a small moue of disappointment. "I don't know. I have a feeling we could all be lucky tonight."
Riordan inhaled sharply. "Is that an invitation, then?"
"If you're interested." Isabela held her breath.
"Who wouldn't be?" Riordan caught Duncan's gaze in a mute question, and when the other man nodded, he leaned in, lightly brushing his lips over hers.
He smelled so very good, some expensive cologne, and underneath, his own unique scent. And, as she had guessed, he liked to take his time, savouring the kiss, displaying far less impetuousness than Duncan had.
Only when he'd thoroughly explored her mouth did he turn his attention to Duncan, resting his forehead against the other man's and smiling softly at him. "Remember Lilly?" His voice barely rose above a whisper.
"Sure." Duncan was smiling, too. "How could I forget?"
Oooooh, interesting. "So, the two of you have done this before?" Isabela inquired, wiggling a little on Duncan's lap to remind him of her presence.
They exchanged a look, and Duncan chuckled, but it was Riordan who spoke first. "Not exactly, but…" He reached for the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one while he was talking. "Duncan already mentioned that we shared a dorm room for a while, right? Well, there was this one time... We both had our girlfriends over for the evening. Lilly and Kay." He shrugged the shirt off with a grin, revealing a well-toned chest covered in fine, dark hair. "We had lots of fun together, didn't we, Duncan?"
"Oh, yes." Duncan took over, his eyes firmly fixed on Riordan's bare torso. "I won't go into detail, but there were several illegal substances involved." He cleared his throat. "Well, it got late and we were all in a very good mood, and Lilly, Riordan's girlfriend, suggested we should all have sex."
"What, all four of you together?" She hadn't expected that, but she did her best to hide her surprise. "Well, why not? Quite the challenge to sort out where all the limbs go, but definitely worth it."
"No, not all of us." Riordan's eyes wrinkled in amusement as he reached for the zipper of his pants. "Just the two couples, but we got to watch each other. Lilly really was into that kind of thing."
"And… did you like it?" Isabela reached behind her to start working on Duncan's shirt.
"Of course we did." The low rumble of Duncan's laugh felt wonderful against her back. "Remember, that was a time before internet porn. I had never even seen two people have sex, and being there with them, in that small room, with the sounds, the scent, the warmth of their bodies..." He shuddered and she could feel how much even the memory affected him. "It was incredibly hot."
"What happened then?" Isabela was more fascinated than she let on. "Once you all had sobered up again, I mean."
Riordan stepped out of his pants, getting rid of his socks at the same time. "Lilly wanted to do it again, and the next time we ended up swapping partners. Which wasn't bad either. I'd had my eye on Kay for quite a while."
"And then there was this one night, when the girls didn't show up." Duncan extended a hand to wrap it around Riordan's thigh, pulling him closer, close enough that he could run a questing finger along the sharp line of his hipbone. "And it was just the two of us. That was good, too."
"God, yes." Riordan was breathing hard, and when he bent down to kiss Duncan, Isabela could see his cock twitch under the fabric of his briefs.
Good, eh? Seems to me it was more than that. Watching them kiss, hearing the impatient little noises Duncan made, seeing the flush of arousal spread over Riordan's pale skin, Isabela felt her own body respond with a heady rush of lust. Suddenly, she couldn't wait to have more, to see more of them, to feel their touch.
"Off," she commanded, tugging on Duncan's shirt.
He obeyed with a breathless laugh, tearing his lips away from Riordan's just long enough to pull it over his head. His pants and briefs came off, too, not without some difficulty since she was still balanced on his knees, but somehow they managed. Riordan followed suit, and then they were both naked, naked and wholly relaxed about it, while she was still fully dressed between them.
The gleam in Riordan's eyes told her that he wasn't content with this state of affairs either. He let go of Duncan's mouth with a last, almost regretful tug at his lower lip that earned him a brief growl in response. Dropping to his knees before Isabela, he ran both hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up as far as it would go. She had kicked off her heels when they had entered the room, but she was still wearing stockings, and he moaned appreciatively at the sight.
Isabela had opted for a garterless model, as her skirt was so tight they would have shown, but she kind of regretted her decision now. In her experience, there was nothing quite like a garter belt to drive a man wild. Still, there was a very satisfying groan when Riordan's hands found her bare flesh at the top of the stockings. He started to slowly roll them down, placing hot kisses on every inch of skin he bared, and she rewarded him with a long, low moan.
"Duncan?" Riordan glanced up at his friend, and the heated look in his eyes made it clear that, for all his control, he was by no means unaffected. "Help me with her dress."
Duncan murmured his assent, his deep, rolling voice sending waves of pleasure through her body. Isabela bent forward a little so he could reach the zipper. When he pulled it down, she shuddered briefly.
"Are you cold?" Duncan sounded concerned as he pressed his lips to the skin of her back while his fingers worked at the fastenings of her bra.
She shook her head. "No. Quite the opposite, in fact."
Another low rumble of a laugh, and then her dress came off, quickly followed by her lacy bra. Duncan was still holding her on his lap, and it was nice to be caught between their two warm bodies, Duncan's cock hard and insistent against the small of her back, Riordan on his knees before her, both hands on her breasts now.
"Gorgeous." His voice was low and intense as he lifted both breasts in his palms, teasing both nipples simultaneously with the rough pads of his thumbs. "So incredibly gorgeous."
By the time he took one hard nipple between his teeth, her panties were soaked, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. Isabela writhed under his touch, impatient to get her hands on him, to see him, feel him, have him. But, Duncan's arms around her held her firmly in place, allowing for very little movement.
Riordan didn't seem in a hurry, but on noticing her impatience, he smiled a little. "Duncan." The way he said the name was enough to provoke another low growl from the other man. "Feel."
Taking Duncan's hand, he pulled it down between her legs, to the fabric clinging to her moist flesh. "Feel how much she wants you."
Duncan made another incoherent noise, and before she could do anything to stop him, he had already torn the gauzy silk off. Not that she was sure she would have tried to stop him. She had rather liked this pair, true, but she didn't have it in her to care about that. It was far too exciting to feel his impatience as he shoved a thick finger deep inside her, rubbing his cock against her back in a blatant display of need.
Riordan's lips turned up in another smile. "Patience," he muttered, and then his tongue found its way between her folds, and Isabela screamed.
It was beyond hot, to have them both there, focused on her pleasure, the delicious contrast between the rough, demanding thrusts of Duncan's fingers inside her, and the gentle but insistent lapping of Riordan's tongue against her core… She had never felt anything like it, and she spiralled upward faster than she could ever have imagined, begging in a voice she didn't even recognize as her own, until it was too much and she just shattered in their arms, panting and whimpering.
They didn't leave her time to recover. Riordan pulled back, but only for a moment, while Duncan lifted her and lowered her down on his hard shaft, moaning happily at the feel of her, still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. As soon as he'd settled, Riordan's mouth was back, working patiently on flesh that should have been too sensitive, and for a moment she was torn between pleasure and pain, kept deliciously on the edge between both until pleasure won out and she delivered herself once again to their caresses.
The second time was even better, with Duncan's length filling her, providing a perfect counterpoint to the small, sharp spikes of pleasure Riordan sent through her, his hoarse groan as he finished inside her echoing her own cries.
Rolling off him, she stretched out on the bed, flanks trembling, her whole body vibrating with the force of her climax while Duncan discreetly got rid of the condom she'd never even noticed him putting on. She felt full, and warm, and utterly sated, but there was Riordan, waiting with that inhuman patience of his, still so hard, and dear God, they weren't even remotely done with her yet.
"Need a break?" Riordan sounded solicitous, but there was a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes, and it made her rally immediately.
"Never." Sitting up, she reached for his cock. She had wanted that all evening, to touch him, to run her hands along that smooth length, to feel him shudder and go even harder.
His head flew back with a long sigh, his eyes rolling upward, and finally, finally, she could see his control begin to fray, see it in the way the muscles in his stomach contracted, his hands clenched into fists, his legs began to tremble.
"Riordan." She lay back a little, without letting go of him, spreading her legs wide, hitching them up as far as she could, because she wanted him as deep inside her as possible.
Duncan appeared at her side, tossing her a condom, which she swiftly rolled on, his gaze hurriedly shifting between Riordan's face and his cock.
"Riordan." Isabela kept her voice low as she drew him between her legs, right where she wanted him. "Fuck me. Please."
He made an odd, stifled noise, and then he was all the way inside her with a single, smooth thrust, impossibly deep, impossibly hard, and she almost came right away. And still he clung to a remnant of control, pulling out of her with torturous slowness, but she was done with slow and patient now, she wanted to see him break, and she dug her heels deep into his back, pushing him in roughly.
That did it. The world went away for a moment as he pounded inside her, hard and fast. She was only dimly aware of Duncan, right next to them on the bed, watching them avidly, because she was rushing headlong toward her third orgasm, and when it came, it was with enough force to make everything go black for a moment.
When she drifted back to consciousness, they were both at her side, panting and spent, looking completely wrecked, but she didn't even have it in her to tease them about it. She was far too wrung out herself. What a night! I could get used to this.
More hugs and thanks to suilven for betaing, and to all of you for reviewing and cheering me on. :)