Page 121 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One

Setting my mug on the dresser, I step toward them. “You want us to take you at the same time, love?”

She nods.

“Do you think she’s earned it, Rhett?”

He looks down at her, watching as her eyes widen with the fear of him saying no. But there’s also a hint of delight.

“I think she still needs to work for it. On your knees, sweetheart.”

I grab the towel and place it at her feet, not wanting to get blood on the floor. She drops onto it, placing her hands on Rhett’s thighs and staring up at him.

“Is this where you belong, sweetheart? On your knees for us?”

She nods, reaching up to undo his pants. When she has his cock out and in her hand, she glances up at him questioningly.

“Go on.”

Slowly, she licks the underside of his dick from base to tip before swirling her tongue around his crown. The whole time, she maintains eye contact with him, and he groans. As she takes him into her mouth, he runs the pad of his thumb over her cheek, leaving behind some of the blood that’s still on his fingers.

“Fuck.”

He must be having one hell of a time.

As Wren sets a pace with her mouth, my dick presses painfully against my pants, so I undo them. It’s not long before I’m stroking myself while watching Wren take Rhett’s cock beautifully.

When he juts his hips forward, she gags. I soak it all in, not wanting to ever forget the way they look right now.

“You suck my cock so well, sweetheart. Should we give Ell a turn?”

She moans in protest, gripping his thighs tighter, picking up her pace.Fuck,she’s enjoying this that much?

“Hmm. So you don’t want us to take you at the same time?”

She lets out a pleading sound, pulling back and releasing him with one last suck that has him hissing in a breath. “I want it. Please.”

“Then you’d better do as we say, hmm?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

Rhett moves out of the way, and I step up to her, pulling her hair out of her face.

“You ready for more, love?”

“Please.” Then she opens her mouth for me, and I slide into her mouth with a groan.

She sucks my tip gently, swirling her tongue, before moving up and down. I don’t know when exactly she figured out that I prefer my dick to be handled much more gently than Rhett, but I’m just happy she did.

She moans when I hit the back of her throat. It’s hard to stay still, but I’ll be able to fuck her mouth soon enough. For now, I let myself enjoy the feeling.

Rhett gets on his knees, reaching in between Wren’s legs. Her whimpers vibrate through my dick, and my grip on her hair tightens.

Pulling away from her body, Rhett stares at his blood-coated fingers, mesmerized. And then he’s spreading it over his chest and stomach, his eyes glued to the way it stains his skin.

Wren gasps in a breath when I hold her head and pull out. She leans forward, trying to keep going, but I shake my head. It felt too good, and I’m not ready for this to be over yet.

Hooking my arms under hers, I pull her to her feet. Her gaze snags on Rhett’s chest, murmuring a quiet, “Oh my god,” under her breath.

She has no idea how big of a deal this is for him—that she’s willing to let him cover himself in her blood, that she’s willing to wear it on her skin, too.