Page 230 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One

“Holy shit,” Wren whispers.

“So fucking hot,” Oliver mutters.

I turn my head and smirk at him. “Jealous?”

“Nah. I know you can’t stay away from me.”

“Damn right I can’t.” I stand, picking Wren up and setting her in Rhett’s lap. Then I shove Oliver onto his back and crawl on top of him. I give myself a split second to absorb the grin on his face before I fuse my mouth to his.

Oliver practically blooms under my touch, the way he always does when I kiss him. He latches onto my arms and follows my lead as I take the kiss from heated and passionate to slow and meaningful. By the time I’m finished with him, his dick is hard against me, and I’m so turned on my cock is pressing painfully against my jeans.

“These,” I say as I get up and reach for Oliver’s pants, “are coming off. Now.”

He undoes my button and zipper, trying to pull my pants down as I try to get his. I have to swat his hands away and do it myself because he was just getting in the way. I make sure to yank his boxers down too, and he tears off his shirt eagerly.

Then we both hear Wren moan. She’s straddling Rhett, and he has her shirt and bra pushed up to her neck. He’s leaning her back slightly, keeping a firm grip on her shoulders while he sucks on one of her nipples.

Oliver sits up. “Bring her over here.”

Rhett doesn’t acknowledge him at first, either because he wants to keep Wren to himself or because he got so caught up in the moment that it took a second for Oliver’s words to register. But then Rhett stands, lifting Wren and turning around.

Wren laughs when he throws her onto the bed next to Oliver. He leans over her, running his fingers along the waistband of her pants.

“Can I take them off, sweetheart?”

She nods, lifting her ass when he pulls them down her legs. Then she pulls her shirt and bra over her head, tossing them to the floor.

None of us move. This is the farthest any of us have gone with her since the kidnapping. She told me the other day that even when she was with Oliver, she kept some lingerie on.

“I’m okay,” she whispers, propping herself up on her elbows. “Please touch me.”

I still hesitate. There’s no way she bounced back this quickly. And maybe she’s okay right now, but overall? There are going to be a lot of ups and downs.

Oliver moves first, rolling onto his side and curling an arm around her stomach. He leaves a trail of kisses from her shoulder to her fingertips, causing her to shiver at the light touch.

Rhett touches her next, lying next to her and pulling a moan from her lips when he kisses her. I move in between her legs and drag my mouth up her thigh. When I reach her panties, I press a kiss to the fabric. Then I lightly tickle her through them, making her moan again.

“Please,” she begs me.

Tugging her panties to the side, I swipe my tongue from her entrance to her clit. She gasps into Rhett’s mouth. I do it again at the same time Oliver runs his tongue over one of her nipples, eliciting a similar reaction from her.

Perfect.

I suck on her clit gently for a few minutes, but I want a different angle. “Get up,” I say, tapping her thigh.

She does, and I flip over onto my back. Rhett smirks at me, knowing exactly what I want. So he helps Wren get into position until she’s facing him and hovering right over my face. I grip her thighs and pull her down, circling her clit with my tongue.

Crying out, she grabs Rhett’s arms. He kisses her, capturing her moans in his mouth. And then, in true Rhett fashion, he wraps one of his hands around Wren’s throat.

“Don’t squeeze,” she whispers. “Please don’t squeeze. I need to be able to breathe.”

“I know,” he says quietly, stroking her hair with his free hand. He brushes his nose against hers. “I won’t.”

The bed shifts as Oliver crawls out of my limited view. I don’t think much of it until I feel him running his tongue up the length of my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan against Wren, making her whimper.

As Oliver takes my dick into his mouth, I do my best to focus on Wren. I alternate between stroking her clit with my tongue and sucking on it, letting her reactions guide me. I may have learned a lot about what she likes over the past weeks, but I’m no fool. There’s still plenty of Wren’s body for me to explore.