Page 62 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One

“I’m not done with you yet.” He kisses me before adjusting us so he’s laying down and I’m straddling his face. “Sit.”

My eyes widen. I’ve never done this before. “Like,actuallysit, or—”

He yanks me down, and I let out a cry as he sucks on my too-sensitive clit. But his grasp on my hips is too strong, and I can’t pull away.

“Rhett—Rhett, I’m too sensitive—ohgod.”

Whatever he’s doing with his tongue, it sends a shudder through my whole body. My hips rock against him involuntarily until he gives my ass a light slap.

“Oh fuck, Ell.” The words come from Oliver, somewhere behind me.

I turn, watching as his eyes slide shut. With one hand, Elliot has his wrists pinned to the wall above him. With the other, he strokes Oliver’s dick in torturously slow motions. They’re both still mostly clothed, but it doesn’t detract from how fuckinghotit is.

Rhett slides his tongue into me, swirling it, before returning to my clit. Considering the moans coming from him, you’d think this is the first time he’s ever tasted me—even though he just did mere hours ago.

As my orgasm builds, it gets harder to sit still. But every time I get close, Rhett pulls away, holding my hips when I try to find any type of friction. After he does it for the fourth goddamned time, I find myself begging for him to let me come.

He just lets out a dark chuckle. But he dives back in, this time letting me find my release. When I scream, he lightens the pressure on my clit but doesn’t let up entirely. It draws out my orgasm in a way I’ve never felt before.

“Oh god, oh god,oh god,Rhett that feels—” I let out a long moan. The only thing holding me up right now is his hands on my waist. He scooches me downto his hips so he can sit up, and then he pulls me into his body while I try to remember my own name.

After a minute, I turn to watch Oliver. He’s the only one I haven’t had in my mouth yet, and watching Elliot stroke him makes me want him even more.

Rhett squeezes my ass. “Go on. Trust me, he wants you.”

With a grateful kiss on his lips, I move to Oliver and Elliot, sinking to my knees. Oliver’s eyes open when I place my hands on his legs, and he smiles down at me.

“It’s about time you got over here so I can use you. Open up, princess.”

Elliot releases Oliver’s cock but keeps his wrists pinned above him. It doesn’t stop Oliver from thrusting into me with such force he pushes me back a bit. So Elliot grabs the back of my head, holding me still, while Oliver hits the back of my throat.

“Such a good little slut,” he says, panting. “I’m not gonna last long. You’re going to take me down your throat. Understood?”

I give him a half-moan, half-gag as he pushes deep inside of me and holds himself there. When he pulls out, I barely have time to gasp in a breath before he does it again.

He lets out a deep groan, shuddering, and I swallow as he shoots spurts of hot cum down my throat. He swears, pumping into me one last time before pulling out.

“Jesus, that was amazing.” He looks down at me proudly. “And you did so well. Did you like it?”

I wipe away the drool from my mouth, my gaze locked on his. “Yes.”

“I know you did, princess. Now, what do you say?”

A small smile forms on my lips. “Thank you for fucking my mouth, Oliver.”

Chapter ten

Elliot

After we clean up, we settle back down to finish watching the movie. Wren is sandwiched in between Rhett and Oliver. And while I wish she was in my arms, I have to admit that the look on their faces sends a wave of happiness through me.

After a half hour, I look over to find Wren’s sleeping body slumped into Rhett’s. I expect to find her face peaceful, but instead a frown is etched into her beautiful features. She murmurs something that I can’t hear over the movie.

My heart clenches as I remember Oliver mentioning that she had a nightmare last night and came barreling through the house to find him. Is she having another one right now?

As if to answer, she jumps awake with a yell. Rhett grabs her, immediately tense. She struggles against him, screaming, until she makes eye contact with me.

I don’t remember standing or walking over to her, but here I am, my hand cupping her face. “You’re safe, love. Do you remember where you are?”