Page 39 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One

I hesitate, thinking this through. Was this their plan all night? Flirt with me, have one of them bring me home, and then the other two get to watch? The thought feels dirty.

But as I look at Elliot, at the relaxed sincerity on his face, I know that can’t be true. I have a feeling Oliver and Rhett knocked on the door with absolutely no expectations at all.

“Are we scaring you?” His voice is gentle.

I shake my head, smiling down at him. “Just needed to think. They can watch.”

Elliot narrows his eyes at me, probably looking for a tiny bit of hesitation. But he must be satisfied with what he finds, because he gets up to open the door.

Before he takes more than two steps, though, I stop him. “I have one condition, though.”

He turns, waiting.

I have to fight the urge to look away. “I want to go down on you.”

He laughs. “Deal.”

He opens the door, and Oliver and Rhett file in. They’ve taken off their masks, but they’re still in their suits. The only indication that either of them has relaxed at all is Oliver’s loosened tie.

“Damn, Elliot.” Oliver gives me a once-over, winking at me. Rhett’s eyes linger on me as well, but he stays silent as he settles into a chair in the corner of the room.

For a moment, I’m confused by Oliver’s reaction. But then I realize I’m still panting. I probably look as dazed as I feel, too.

With a shy smile, I slip off the bed and settle onto my knees. Elliot walks over, cupping my chin, and I look up at him. The fire in his eyes matches the hunger I feel coursing through my whole body.

I undo his belt, sliding it off and placing it on the floor. Slowly, I unbutton and unzip his pants, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. I stroke him through his boxers before slipping my hand beneath his waistband and pulling his dick out.

He’s larger than Adam, and I eye him nervously. Am I going to be able to fit him in my mouth? For a moment, I hesitate, but then I realize that I actuallywantto choke on his cock.

Heat curls in my lower belly as I lick him from base to tip. He groans, pulling my hair back and keeping a firm grip. I take his tip into my mouth, wrapping my right hand around him and stroking.

With every bob of my head, I manage to take more of him in. His fist tightens around the hair at the base of my neck, and I moan. When he hits the back of my throat, I gag but don’t pull back, letting myself adjust to him.

“I’m going to take control now, Wren. Are you ready?”

My eyes go wide.

“You can take it, love. You’re already doing so well.”

I moan in response, relaxing and moving both of my hands to his thighs for balance.

“That’s it,” he whispers, pulling out a few inches. “Ready?”

I give him a small nod, my gaze flitting up to his face for a moment. His eyes are half-closed, foggy with pleasure. When he slides back into me, they close all the way.

He starts off at a slow pace, most likely for my benefit, before he speeds up. It doesn’t take long for my jaw to ache and tears to fall from my eyes, but I don’t care. There’s something about the way he’s holding my head and fucking my mouth that makes me never want him to stop.

“Fuck,”I hear Oliver mutter. His voice is strained.

The reminder that he and Rhett are watching sends a wave of butterflies to my stomach. It must have a similar effect on Elliot, because he groans.

His thrusts slow, and I expect to feel him come, but instead he pulls out of my mouth. I moan in disappointment, opening my mouth and trying to lean forward, but he keeps his grip on my hair firm.

“Stand up.”

I scramble to my feet, losing my breath when he kisses me. His hands brush away my tears, and I can’t help but wonder if I have mascara running down my cheeks.

Elliot turns me around, pressing my back to his front. I can feel his erection, and I grind my ass against him. I don’t think I’ve ever cared so much about seeing—andhearing—a man come undone. Yet I’m ready to do anything to experience Elliot coming. In me, on me, I don’t even care.