Page 35 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. One (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #1)
Wren
We all move to a bedroom, and Oliver settles into an armchair in the corner, pulling me onto his lap. It faces the bed, almost like its sole purpose is for what we’re using it for right now.
Elliot and Rhett circle each other, watching each other like predators sizing up their prey. Over the weekend, they both showed their rough side, but I’ve never thought what would happen when you put two dominant people in a relationship together.
Leaning into Oliver, I whisper, “They’re not going to kill each other, are they?”
“I wish we had popcorn,” Oliver mutters in my ear. “It’s always entertaining to watch these two go at it and see who gives in first.”
“Who gives in first?”
He nods. “You’ll see.”
“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” Rhett says, giving Elliot a dark, lustful look.
“When do I ever?”
With that, Elliot grabs Rhett and shoves him onto the bed, straddling him. But in a split second, Rhett has them flipped over so he’s on top, pinning Elliot’s wrists to the mattress. Elliot tries to dismount him, but it’s in vain.
“All bark, no bite, huh, pretty boy?” Rhett says. Then he releases one of Elliot’s wrists and grabs his jaw. “Open up.”
Elliot smirks. With one of his hands free, he’s able to struggle for control again. He grabs Rhett’s arm—the one holding his wrist—and yanks. As Rhett falls, Elliot somehow flops him onto his back.
He throws me a glance over his shoulder. “Someone’s a little too cocky, huh, Wren?”
My jaw drops, and Oliver snickers. Holy shit.
Rhett and Elliot continue to struggle for the upper hand, managing to get in hot, branding kisses while yanking each other’s clothes off.
“This is intense,” I whisper to Oliver.
“Oh, this is nothing, princess. I’ll have to make sure you watch sometime when Rhett brings out his knife.”
My eyes must bug out of my head, because he has to hold back a laugh.
When I look back to the bed, Rhett has Elliot on his back with his head hanging off the edge of the mattress. Rhett stands above him, holding his wrists in the air, while Elliot catches his breath. He’s grinning.
“You tried, pretty boy. You tried. Would you like a gold star? Maybe an extra pat on the back?”
“Fuck you,” Elliot pants out.
“Elliot likes this, right?” I whisper.
“Being forced to submit and being degraded? Depends on the person he’s with. That person being Rhett.”
“Open up that sassy mouth of yours. You’re going to take every drop of my cum down your throat tonight.”
Elliot grunts, but he obliges, opening wide. Rhett slides into his mouth with a groan before pulling out and then thrusting into him again.
“Oh my god,” I murmur.
Oliver squeezes my arm. “Hot, right?”
Nodding, I rub my thighs together. I’ve never watched like this before, but if the butterflies in my stomach are any indication, I like it.
Rhett strokes Elliot’s dick, and they both moan. He falls into a rhythm, pulling out occasionally so Elliot can recover while he continues stroking Elliot’s cock. After a few minutes, Rhett pulls out again and crouches, murmuring something in Elliot’s ear. I don’t hear his reply.
Standing, Rhett looks to me. “Would you like to make him come, Wren?” He smiles when I nod. “Get on the bed.”
I obey, my eyes not leaving his hand, watching the way he’s working Elliot’s dick. He still has Elliot’s wrists restrained with his other hand.
“Do exactly as I say. Understood?”
I nod. He’s so… in control. And it’s very, very attractive.
“Sit in between his legs. Perfect. Elliot, spread your legs more. Wren, how wet are you?”
Heat rushes through my veins. “Very.”
“Get your index and middle finger wet. Absolutely soak them.”
My eyes widen. Is he—oh god.
“Have you changed your mind?”
I shake my head.
“Then don’t keep him waiting, sweetheart.”
With Rhett and Oliver watching me, I undo my pants and slide my hand into my underwear. After I’ve coated my fingers, I pull them out, holding them up and showing Rhett. They glisten in the light.
“Start with one finger. Gently.”
With my index finger, I circle his hole once, twice, getting it lubed up. Then I slide it in slowly. Elliot moans, his fists clenching, and I look to Rhett.
He nods, so I keep going, moving my finger in and out until Elliot loosens up a bit.
“Add the second.”
I do, gently, little by little.
“Relax, Elliot.”
He does, taking a few deep breaths. My fingers move in and out of him with ease.
“Find his prostate and massage it with your fingers. Rub them against it.”
When I find it, Elliot grunts. I rub it lightly, not sure if too much will hurt him since I’ve never done this before.
Rhett is still stroking his dick, watching his face with a smirk. “You like her fingering your ass? Gonna make you come?”
“Fuck,” Elliot grits out. “More.”
“Add a little more pressure, sweetheart.”
I do, and Elliot lets out a loud moan. It sends a wave of pride through me, knowing I’m partially responsible for it.
Once I find a rhythm, it doesn’t take long before Elliot comes all over his stomach and Rhett’s hand. When Rhett nods to me, I pull out my fingers.
“So messy,” Rhett chides, staring at the cum on his fingers. “You’d better clean it up, pretty boy.” He holds his hand out in front of Elliot’s face, and I watch with fascination as Elliot licks it clean. “Now get on your knees. You have a job to finish.”
Elliot moves to the floor quickly, kneeling in front of Rhett and taking his cock into his mouth with a moan. Swearing, Rhett lets his head fall back, and his eyes slide shut.
“Just like that, Ell. Maybe I’ll give you two gold stars.”
With a strangled grunt, Elliot continues, grabbing onto Rhett’s thighs for balance. I glance to Oliver, and he seems enraptured by the sight of Elliot on his knees for Rhett.
“You ready?” Rhett says after a minute, his voice strained. “You’re too fucking good at this, Ell.”
Elliot lets out a strangled grunt of confirmation.
With a groan, Rhett comes down Elliot’s throat, just like he said he would. When he pulls out, he falls to his knees, taking Elliot’s face in his hands and kissing him roughly.
“Next time,” Elliot pants, “I’m in charge.”
Rhett smirks. “We’ll see.”