Page 165 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One

After lubing up my cock, I rub it against his hole. He groans in frustration, trying to push back against me, but I smack his ass.

“Now, Rhett,” he grits out.

“Didn’t you ever learn that patience is a virtue?”

“Please.”

With a smirk, I slide into him. It’s just an inch or two, but the moan that leaves his mouth has me giving him more. Every whimper and gasp that I pull from Oliver is like a small victory. I devour them, driving into him harder, the sounds only making me want more.

“Fuck,” Oliver shouts.

I slap his ass, not slowing my pace. “Keep it down, the fucking pilot probably heard that.”

Oliver lets out another loud moan, and then I hear movement outside the bedroom.

“That doesn’t sound like sleeping to me,” Elliot says from the doorway.

“Get in here and shut him up.”

With an amused huff, Elliot closes the door and sheds his clothes. He climbs onto the bed in front of Oliver, bending down to kiss him before straightening.

“Suck,” Elliot says, shoving his dick in Oliver’s face.

Oliver wastes no time wrapping his lips around Elliot’s cock. He’s still moaning, but not nearly as much, which makes me think he was only being that loud to get Ell’s attention.

Can’t say I’m disappointed, though.

“Christ,” Elliot groans. His eyes lock with mine as Oliver does all the work, and then he’s leaning forward and grabbing my face. When his mouth meets mine, it’s more of a battle for dominance than a kiss.

Elliot pulls away first, his mouth still open, so I spit into it. He swallows with a smile. Then he grunts when Oliver sucks one of his balls into his mouth.

“Flip him over,” I say, pulling out. We both grab Oliver and turn him so he’s on his back.

“Shit,” Oliver pants when I slide back into him. He’s holding onto his legs and spreading them apart for me. “Don’t stop.”

Elliot slaps his dick across Oliver’s face. “You like being fucked like this, huh? Bet you wish Wren was here so she could suck your dick, too.”

“Jesus. Yes.”

“Well she’s not here,” Ell says, “and you’re supposed to be suckingmydick.”

Oliver jumps back to work with a grin. I can feel myself getting close, so I slow down, not wanting to finish yet. Then I take Oliver’s dick in my hand, moving up and down.

It’s been a while since the three of us have fucked together without Wren. We’ve been busy, and adding her into our dynamic has been a hell of a lot of fun. I wish she was with us—I always do. But it’s nice to connect with Elliot and Oliver, too.

Oliver lets out a telltale groan that I’ve heard a thousand times. Elliot pulls out of his mouth and strokes his own dick as he smirks down at Oliver.

“That didn’t take very long, did it?” Elliot says in a mocking tone.

I move my hand faster, causing Oliver’s eyes to roll into the back of his head. And then he finishes all over himself with a breathless moan.

It’s rare that the sound of Oliver coming doesn’t send me hurtling toward my own orgasm. “Oh, shit.”

“Give it to me,” Oliver pants. “Come on me. Please.”

I pull out, and he wraps his hand around my cock. I’m not normally one to do as I’m told, but it only takes a few strokes before I’m doing exactly what Oliver requested and covering his stomach in my cum. It takes everything in me not to collapse on top of him once I’m done.

Oliver shimmies up the bed until his head is in between Elliot’s legs. His tongue laves across Elliot’s balls before he sucks on one. And it has Elliot swearing under his breath and moving his hand faster.