Page 29 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. One (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #1)

Oliver

Warmth.

That’s what I wake up to. Warmth, a big arm draped over me, and the beginnings of morning light streaming through the windows of Elliot’s room.

There’s also a very familiar, very hard something pressing into my ass.

Ell groans behind me, his arm tightening around my waist. Slowly, I turn around and nuzzle my face in his neck. Then I inhale deeply, taking in his scent, all sandalwood and citrus and him.

“I love waking up with you,” he mumbles sleepily.

I smile against his skin. “Why, because I always let you fuck me in the morning?”

He chuckles, squeezing my side and kissing the top of my head. “That’s nice, too.”

His cock twitches against my leg, and I wrap my hand around it.

“Fuck,” Elliot groans.

I grin, pulling my head away from him to watch his face. He’s opened his eyes, and they’re filled with want.

Perfect. I want to keep his mind occupied a while longer before he remembers what happened last night.

I stayed with him, showering with him and listening as he voiced his worries and paced the bedroom. But there was only so much I could do to help him through the guilt of hurting Wren. Hell, there’s really nothing I can do, except give him a good distraction.

Elliot lets me stroke him for a minute before he’s thrusting into my hand, moaning and fisting the sheets. Then he grunts, “Get on your hands and knees, O.”

I oblige with a grin. He’s on me in seconds, ripping off my boxers and spreading my cheeks. Then I feel him licking the area around my hole, and I groan.

“You want more, do you?” he mumbles.

“Do you even have to ask?”

“Want my cock pounding into you, I bet.”

I groan. Fuck yes.

He squeezes one of my ass cheeks, finally licking my hole. His tongue moves in a pattern that has me biting my lip to keep from begging for more. When he pulls away, I moan in protest.

“One second.” He crawls over the blankets to his nightstand, where he pulls out a tube of lube. Then he smirks at the desperate look on my face.

God, I love seeing him like this, completely naked and towering over me. Confident. Dominant. Perfectly… Elliot.

“Are you going to fuck me,” I say, “or just keep staring at me?”

He shrugs. “I could look at you like this all day, on your hands and knees, all needy for me.”

“Really? With your hands off?”

He runs his tongue over his teeth before he grins. “Yeah, definitely not.” And then he’s behind me again, his tongue working its magic for another minute. “Ready for more?”

“You know I am.”

He prods into me with a lubed-up finger, moving in and out gently. When he adds a second finger, I move my hips back to meet his hand.

“Someone’s impatient.” The pleased satisfaction in Elliot’s voice has me even more desperate for him.

When he inserts a third finger, he stops moving, letting me fuck myself on them instead. Finally, after I’m ready to explode from anticipation, he pulls out.

“Edge of the bed on your back.”

I scramble to follow his instructions, bringing my knees to my chest once I’m laying down. He slips off the bed, coating his cock with lube as he walks over to me.

“Ready?”

“God yes.”

He lines himself up, pushing into me with a dark, satisfied rumble sounding from his throat. He stays gentle at first, letting me adjust, but I know it won’t last.

By far, Rhett is the kinkiest of us. But Elliot has his rough side, too. Even I do, although I enjoy being on the receiving end more.

As Elliot picks up his pace, we both groan. Then he wraps his clean hand around my dick, stroking me as he slams into me.

Part of me is surprised—and a little disappointed—that Elliot didn’t take the time to tie me up or restrain me in some way. But the look in his eyes tells me he’s just as impatient as I am.

“You feel so fucking good, Ell,” I grit out.

“Damn right I do.” He thrusts into me.

I moan, closing my eyes. He doesn’t let up, with his cock or with his hand, and within minutes his confidence is driving me maddeningly close to finishing. Of course, it’s not just his confidence. It’s that he’s had years upon years to explore my body, and he hasn’t left a single inch unturned.

Elliot is well acquainted with the many ways to fuck me into oblivion, and he knows it.

“You’re going to make me come,” I pant.

He smirks, somehow managing to fuck me even harder. “That’s right. And it’s going to push me over the edge. And then you’re going to take every last drop of cum I give you. Understood?”

“Fuck. Yes. Yes.”

It doesn’t even take another minute before I let out a yell and come all over my stomach. Elliot must’ve been trying to hold himself back, because within seconds, he’s groaning, his thrusts finally slowing as he comes inside me.

Swearing, Elliot pants, “I love the way you feel.”

With a grin, I sit up. He plants a kiss on my forehead as he pulls out. We’re both hot and sweaty, and my stomach is a sticky mess, but I don’t care. This weekend was amazing, and this feels like a blissful extension of it.

“I love you, Ell.”

“Mmm. And I love you.”

“How could you not? I’m practically perfect.” I wink at him.

He rolls his eyes. “Let’s get cleaned up.”