Page 41 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. One (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #1)

Rhett

When Oliver texts me, my body floods with relief. In minutes, Elliot and I are downstairs by the private entrance we came in through. I spot Oliver and Wren, and I have to hold back a laugh.

They’re both wrecked. Hell, they look like two teenagers at prom who just fucked in the bathroom.

When we get to the SUV, I’m so happy to be putting distance in between myself and Ludo that I don’t even care when Oliver and Wren push me into the backseat. Or that they put me, the biggest out of all of us, in the middle seat.

Before she gets in the car, Wren pins Elliot against his door and kisses him. To say he’s taken by surprise would be an understatement. But he kisses her back with as much enthusiasm as she gives.

Inside, he couldn’t take his eyes off her and Oliver. And god, neither could I. The way they were dancing together was so fucking hot it hurt.

“She’d better be sober,” I say darkly in Oliver’s ear. On the dance floor earlier, I saw him take Wren’s drink away, but she was definitely acting tipsy.

He just kisses me. “You know I wouldn’t do anything if she wasn’t.”

As he takes me in, his expression softens. My skin is already crawling—always does when I’m around Ludo—and it doesn’t go away when Oliver reaches out and brushes his fingers over my cheek. But my heart warms all the same.

I need you, Oliver. And I’m sorry I can’t be what you need.

“Are you okay?”

“That’s the last thing I want to talk about right now, O.”

Understanding flickers over his features, along with something that looks uncomfortably like pity. It disappears quickly. He knows what’ll happen if he presses further, and it’s not what any of us want right now.

So I take his face in my hands, bringing my lips within an inch of his. For a moment, I hesitate, giving him a chance to pull away if he wants to. But he closes the distance instead.

With a groan, I hold his head still, devouring him. The faint tang of alcohol is mixed with Wren’s taste, and I swipe my tongue over his, trying to get more of it.

Oliver lets me ravage his mouth, turning pliant in my arms. I’ve missed him. I’ve been keeping my distance, not wanting to accidentally trigger him into another panic attack. Elliot and Wren are both more stable, and much more capable of helping him through one. The only thing I can do is try to get him to breathe deeply, and sometimes I freeze up before I can even do that.

But this? Kissing him—devouring him? That I can do. And it’s nice to have a couple seconds alone without feeling like I’m going to accidentally harm him.

Just as Oliver is about to turn into a literal puddle, a gust of cold air rushes in. I turn, looking behind me to find the door open. Wren is standing there, breathless from kissing Elliot. She’s staring at us with a look of enraptured awe on her pretty face.

“Get in, sweetheart, before you freeze.”

That seems to snap her out of her stupor. She climbs in, shutting the door behind her, before she exchanges a mischievous grin with Oliver.

What the hell is that about?

I release Oliver and run a hand over Wren’s hair. Then I wrap my hand around her throat. She watches me with a lidded gaze as a smile spreads over her face. Her head tilts back slightly, giving my hand more room.

I can’t help but chuckle to myself at what a mess she is. Her hair isn’t nearly as neat as it was when we left home, and the smear-proof lipstick Oliver put on her is definitely smudged a bit.

What I really care about, though, is that the tears that were in her eyes earlier are gone. Not that I won’t put more in them tonight. But those will be a different kind—the best kind.

“This is entirely unfair,” Elliot grouses from the driver’s seat. He’s turned on the car and is just beginning to pull out of our parking spot.

“You’ll get your turn,” I tell him, laughing when he glares at me in the rearview mirror.

Then I turn to Wren, only to find her with that fascinated look in her eyes again.

“What?”

“Your laugh,” she murmurs, tracing my face with her fingers. “It’s really nice.”

Fuck. I know I don’t laugh a lot. It just… doesn’t happen. But I didn’t realize this is the first time she’s seen it. I mean, I suppose she’s seen a chuckle or an amused look here and there, but—yeah. I think this really is the first time she’s seen it.

“Rhett,” she whispers, her gaze fixed on my mouth. “Can I kiss you?”

Gathering her up in my arms, I press my lips to hers. But then she’s squirming away, grabbing one of my arms and tugging it off of her. At first, I’m confused, but then she places my hand so it’s wrapped around her throat again.

I raise an eyebrow, expecting her to look away shyly, but she doesn’t.

“It makes me feel like I’m y-” She cuts herself off, then shakes her head like she’s trying to get a thought out of her head.

I barely have time to think about what she was about to say. She kisses me so desperately, so brazenly, it becomes the only thing I can focus on. She tastes sweet. So sweet.

When I squeeze her neck lightly, she moans, gripping my shoulders. It’s a similar reaction to the one Oliver has when I do that to him. As if on cue, I hear him groaning behind me.

After a few seconds, Wren pulls away, glancing at Oliver. “It’s his turn now.” She gives me one last peck.

Then I’m being tugged in the other direction, and I turn to face Oliver. He’s on me before I can make a comment about how these two are acting like they didn’t just fuck.

Just as I wrap my hand around Oliver’s throat, relishing in the groan that it rips from him, I feel a hand trailing up my thigh. Wren rubs my dick through my pants, and I find myself involuntarily grinding into her.

Then she leans down, pressing a kiss to my cock before licking the fabric above it.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “Did you two plan this?”

“Maybe,” Wren says with a giggle. Then she’s spreading my legs and somehow squeezing onto the floor in front of me. There’s not a lot of room, but she makes it work.

“Devious,” I mutter. I’m not able to say much more, because Oliver’s mouth is already on mine again.

This man knows how to plan a good distraction.

Wren fumbles with the button and zipper of my pants for a minute before she reaches in, pulling my boxers away, and unleashes my cock. She actually moans at the sight of it, and then her tongue darts out, circling the tip.

My mind goes blank for a second, and Oliver takes the opportunity to pull my shirt up. His hand splays across my hot skin, and he gains control of the kiss, his other hand gripping my hair so he can maneuver my head however he wants.

He’s trying to keep my mind off Holloway, so I let him stay in control for a few seconds. Then I squeeze his throat and nip lightly at his bottom lip, and just like that he’s melting, his hand in my hair loosening.

Wren’s lips close around my cock. One of her hands encircles it, moving up and down in time with her mouth, while the other rests on my thigh. I have to fight to stay present, to not lose myself in the feeling.

Shit, she feels good.

Gripping Oliver’s jaw, I pull away from him. He opens his mouth without me even having to tell him.

“You want my spit, do you?”

He nods, closing his eyes in lustful, needy anticipation. When I spit into his mouth, he swallows with a satisfied smile.

Then I realize that Wren’s mouth isn’t on my dick anymore. We both look down, and we’re met with that captivated, curious expression yet again.

“You want some too, little slut?”

She nods.

“Then be a good girl and take it.”

She doesn’t even hesitate. Her mouth opens, and she sits up, stretching toward me. I lean down, taking hold of her jaw, before I spit into her mouth.

“Now use it on my cock.”

She obeys immediately, licking the underside of my dick before resuming her previous pace.

“Fuck all of you,” Elliot groans.

“Oh you will, pretty boy,” I say smoothly.

He lets out a frustrated noise, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel. We’re used to the long drive in and out of the city, but this must be fucking torture for him.

We’ll make it worth his wait.

I go back to making out with Oliver, holding him in place while I shove my tongue down his throat. He eats it up like I knew he would.

“When we get home, you’re fucking mine, O,” I say.

“On one condition.” He leans in, murmuring in my ear, “You stop fucking avoiding me.”

I freeze. When he pulls away, I search his face. Mostly, his stare is challenging. But there, hiding behind the bit of anger, is the hurt.

“I—”

I don’t want to make things worse.

I don’t want to remind you of how scared you were.

I don’t know how to help you.

“I’m not fragile, Rhett,” he says quietly enough that only I hear.

He’s not. I know he’s not. He’s one of the bravest people I know. Hell, just a week ago, he was jumping into the line of fire to keep me safe.

But that’s the thing, isn’t it? He did it because he was scared of losing me. And since that night when he thought he lost us, every time I look at him, his eyes are still a little haunted.

“Oliver…”

His gaze hardens. He’s not going to back down. “I’ll be okay. Now say it, Rhett.”

I blow out a breath. “I’ll stop avoiding you. I’m sorry.”

Tugging on the hand still wrapped around his throat, Oliver presses his lips to my palm. It’s a tender action, one that makes my heart beat a thousand times faster.

“I love you,” he says, gently yet forcefully. And then he kisses me before I have a chance to reply, like he knows how easily I choke on those words.

Because he does.

I hold his head in my hands, silently promising to do better. Over the years, I’ve improved, but my god do I still have a long way to go.

Wren changes up what she’s doing, focusing on the tip of my cock and sucking. Her tongue runs along the underside every time she moves up and down, right where it’s sensitive, and I grunt into Oliver’s mouth.

The way he kisses me changes, and this time, when he fights for control, I give it freely.

There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t give you, O.

I let him taste me, let him shove his tongue down my throat like I did to him earlier. And maybe it’s messy, but it’s what I like. At the same time, Wren starts sucking my cock harder. I swear, they’re coordinating with each other.

When Oliver gives me a chance to breathe, I say with a strained voice, “You’re going to make me come in your mouth, sweetheart.”

Wren moans, the motions of her hand and mouth becoming more enthusiastic, like that’s exactly what she wants me to do.

Fuck, this woman.

“Rhett,” Oliver groans, and I realize—like an absolute idiot—that he’s missed me, too. That, possibly, he didn’t drag me into the backseat with Wren just to distract me from Holloway. It was to corner me, so I’d be forced to fix things.

And then I’m done letting Oliver have control. I take back the kiss fiercely, gripping his throat. My mouth moves against his so forcefully that it pushes him backward, and I have to hold the back of his head to keep him steady. He takes every bruising, branding kiss, matching my desperation with his own.

“Fuck,” Elliot mutters.

Oliver and I give him a glance. We’re sitting at a red light, and he’s looking back at the three of us. His eyes are pure fire, and I’d bet a large sum of money that his cock is rock hard right now.

His gaze rakes over me, hot and lustful.

I think that’s what does me in. The want in his eyes, and the fact that he’s watching. I barely have time to give Wren a warning before I’m spurting into her mouth. I let it take me under, let Oliver capture every one of my moans with his mouth.

Wren’s grip on me loosens, and when my cock drops from her mouth, she sticks out her tongue so I can see my cum coating it.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

We all jump when the car behind us honks their horn.

“Shit,” Elliot says, turning back around and hitting the gas. The light’s green now.

Wren swallows my cum, then she rests her head against my thigh, gazing up at me with a radiant look on her face.

“Get up here.”

As soon as she’s within my reach, I haul her into my arms, and then I drop her onto mine and Oliver’s lap. She’s on her stomach, her head inches from Oliver’s crotch, with her torso spread over my legs.

Pulling up her dress, I squeeze her ass, and she moans. Then I flip her over, and she squeals from surprise.

“If you make her come, I’m going to get us into a fucking car crash,” Elliot practically growls.

“Noooo!” Wren whines. “Please don’t tease me again. Please.”

“I said it the other day, and I’ll say it again, princess. We need to work on your self-preservation instincts.”

I have no idea what Oliver is talking about, but the scowl Wren gives him is amusing and cute as hell.

I trace a finger down her exposed stomach, following her thong. She’s absolutely soaked.

“I don’t think fuckdolls get a say in what happens to them. What do you think, Oliver?”

“Sounds about right to me.”

Wren huffs. But then her face breaks out into a smile, even as she says, “You two are the worst.”

Tracing her collarbones, Oliver grins down at her. Then he’s pushing the straps of her dress down until she threads her arms through them. Once the red fabric is bunched around her waist, his fingers run over the soft skin of her breasts. She whimpers when he refuses to touch her nipples.

I do something similar, pushing her thong to the side. But I don’t touch her clit. Instead, with a feather-light touch, I run my fingers through her labia and gently circle the outside of her vagina, touching her everywhere except where she wants.

Her whimpers turn more desperate. When she reaches for my hand, trying to push it to where she wants, I take both of her wrists and hold them for Oliver to grab. He does, pinning them to his chest. Wren groans, trying to pull free, but his grip is too strong.

“You three will be the death of me,” she mutters.

Oliver snickers, finally letting a finger graze one of her nipples. She swears, her back arching. Unconsciously, she parts her legs until one of them falls off the seat.

Seeing her splayed out for us like a feast has me getting hard again already. I trace her entrance one more time before slipping two fingers inside of her. She gasps, wriggling her hips to get them further inside, so I pull them almost all the way out.

I do that for a while, sliding in and out of her, not trying to hit any of her sensitive spots, and not using enough fingers to make her feel full. Oliver keeps teasing her breasts, only touching her nipples now and then.

When I finally circle her clit, her moan is so loud and so long, you’d think she was in pain if you didn’t know the situation she’s in.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she gasps.

“What did I say about fuckdolls, Wren?”

She whines, grinding against my fingers, so I pull them away completely. Then she pouts, clenching her fists against Oliver’s chest.

“Can you be a good girl, Wren? Can you take what I give you?”

Her chest is heaving, and she’s trembling in my lap. “I—I can.”

My finger returns to her clit, stroking gently. “You’re going to regret saying that, sweetheart.”

She looks to Oliver for help, but he shrugs.

With my free hand, I slowly slide three fingers into her, still working her clit with the other. She gasps at the feeling, no doubt expecting that I’d keep teasing her.

But no, I have something else in mind.

The first time I bring her right to the edge, I wonder if she thinks I forgot what Elliot said. But right before she comes, I stop.

“Rhett,” she sobs, craning her neck to look at me. “Please.”

“You said you’d be good, sweetheart.”

Her head falls into Oliver’s lap, and he strokes his hand down her cheek. I give her another minute before I start working her again, circling her clit and curling my fingers into her.

She tries to quiet her moans to hide her impending orgasm, but I feel her clench around me, and when she grabs onto Oliver’s shirt, I stop again.

“Oh my god,” she pants. “I’m going to die.”

“So dramatic,” I say, my tone amused and demeaning.

Just like before, I give her a minute before starting up again. She glares at me, but soon she’s whimpering and moaning, trying desperately not to squirm.

“Don’t try to hide your orgasm again, or you’ll be in a shit ton of trouble,” Oliver tells her. “Trust me—I know from experience.”

She takes his advice, and when the noises she’s making get more frequent, I ease out of her and still my finger on her clit.

She doesn’t try to protest this time, just melts into us.

Then the lighting changes. We all look up, and I realize Elliot is pulling into the garage.

We’re home.

“My room,” Elliot says, slamming the car into park. “Fucking now.”

I help Wren put her dress back on, and then she’s sliding out of the SUV. Her feet barely hit the floor before Elliot grabs her and throws her over his shoulder.

She yelps, but then she laughs, grabbing onto the back of his shirt.

Before we make it out of the garage, I grab Oliver’s hand, and we follow Elliot and Wren upstairs, just like that.

In Elliot’s room, he throws Wren onto the bed. I expect him to start fucking her immediately, but instead he kneels by her legs, undoing her heels and gently sliding them off her feet. Her eyes are still wild from deprivation, but her demeanor softens at the gesture.

“Elliot,” she whispers.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy your moans sounded in the car?” He kisses her inner thighs. “My mouth was practically watering just from listening to you, Wren.”

She tugs on her hair. “You wouldn’t let me come.”

“It was already distracting enough, love.” His fingers run up her thigh, hooking around her thong. “Up.”

She leans back on her arms, lifting her ass so he can slide the tiny panties down her legs.

Bringing the thong to his nose, he inhales deeply, groaning. “I could smell you the entire drive home. Do you want to know what that did to me?”

She nods silently.

“It drove me mad, Wren. Absolutely mad.” He stands, reaching behind her and unzipping her dress. Then he pulls it over her head, leaving her naked and exposed. “I want to take my time with you, love. But I’m going to fuck you first. That drive was too goddamned long.”

I pull Oliver into me, and he looks up at me expectantly. “Do you want to watch, or do you want me to get started on you while you watch?”

“Just watch,” he murmurs. Then he turns to face the bed, pulling my arms so they wrap around his waist from behind. He leans into me with a sigh.

Elliot flips Wren onto her stomach, pulling her so her ass is up in the air but her head is pressed into the mattress. She’s right on the edge of the bed, and we have a perfect view of just how wet she is.

Elliot has his pants undone in record time. He steps up to her, stroking her ass. “You ready, love?”

“If you wait one more second, I will literally, actually die, Elliot.”

He laughs, sliding into her, and she moans. Not even bothering to go slowly this time around, he grabs her hips, slamming into her repeatedly. She meets each of his thrusts with one of her own, and she’s so sensitive that she comes in under a minute, screaming into the mattress.

“Fuck,” Oliver says under his breath.

I tighten my hold on him with one arm, letting the other wander up his body until it meets his neck. I don’t grab it, just stroke his pulse point with my thumb.

I’m not normally this cuddly, especially during sex, but if it’s what Oliver wants from me, it’s what he’s getting. It already kills me that I hurt him.

That’s not what I was trying to do. I promise.

One of Wren’s hands snakes in between her legs as Elliot pounds into her from behind. She looks lost in a pleasure-filled world of her own, and when her finger finds her clit, she lets out a muffled cry into the blankets.

“Muffle your screams one more time, and I’ll make you regret it.”

“How many times do you think we can make her come tonight?” Oliver whispers.

“I’m willing to find out. How many times did she come when she was with you?”

“Two. So that was her third.”

“Do you want two of us to fill you at the same time, love?”

“Please,” she whimpers.

I grab the lube from his nightstand and hand it to him before returning to Oliver. Ell takes no time getting the lube onto a finger and smearing it over her tight little hole.

“Deep breaths, love,” Elliot says.

She gasps them in, her eyes falling closed. It doesn’t take too long to prep her, considering she’s already fucked into relaxation. By the time Elliot has three fingers in her, all while he’s still fucking her, she’s barely holding on for dear life.

“Oh my god,” Oliver says to me. “She’s going to come again.”

We watch as she falls apart, screaming Elliot’s name. After all the teasing and edging we did to her, she must be so sensitive. Which is exactly what I wanted.

Slowing, Elliot leans over her body, stroking her hair. She whimpers when he kisses her shoulder, murmuring something in her ear.

Oliver turns in my arms so he’s looking up at me. “Finish up with her before you start with me. I have no desire to be toyed with.” He purses his lips. “Well, teased, at least.”

I narrow my eyes at him.

“I’m still all yours tonight,” he says, kissing my jaw and then my neck. “Elliot knows. And so does Wren. But I didn’t put that mascara on her for nothing.”

“I didn’t miss that,” I murmur in his ear.

“You’re welcome.” He nudges me toward the bed.

After stripping, I climb on, settling on the edge with my legs hanging off. Elliot thrusts into Wren a few more times before pulling out.

“Go to him,” he says, grabbing the lube again.

Slowly, she does. Her entire body is trembling, and after she straddles me and sinks down onto my cock, she rests her head on my shoulder. Hmm. She might be farther gone than I thought.

“Are you going to be able to handle more after this?” I say, stroking her back and pressing a kiss to her hair.

She nods. “Don’t want to stop. Might need a break. But not my mouth. I… I want you to use me, Rhett. Please?”

“Oh, trust me, sweetheart. By the end of the night, you’ll be so thoroughly fucked that you won’t even be able to walk. You’ll be a boneless, whimpering, used-up mess. That’s a promise.”

She gasps in a tiny breath, pulling back to look at me. Considering how tired she is right now, I’m sure she can’t imagine feeling like even more of a mess.

But if Oliver and I have anything to say about it, she will.

“That’s what you want? To be our obedient little whore?”

She smiles, nodding.

“Good. Because Oliver and I have a little game going. We want to see how many times we can make you come tonight. I, for one, am pretty curious.”

“Oh my god,” she whispers. “But women—women can come a lot.” Her hesitancy is contradicted by the way she starts grinding against me.

“I’m well aware, sweetheart.” With a short kiss, I say, “If you need us to stop, you tell us, okay?”

“Okay.” She relaxes, resting her forehead against mine as she rides me. It feels good. Too good, considering I’m saving my cum for someone else tonight.

Elliot comes up behind Wren, stepping in between my legs. “Lay back.”

I do, pulling Wren with me, giving Elliot access to her ass. He fingers her a little bit more before pressing his lubed-up cock into her.

It’s just an inch or so, but Wren whimpers. Then she takes a couple deep breaths. Her hands are splayed across my chest, her body pressed to mine, and I can feel her heart beating wildly.

Ell slides in more, and I groan at the feeling of him, only separated by a thin wall. I thrust up into Wren, and he grunts.

“Oh god.”

It’s Wren who says it, her fingers digging into my pecs. I do it again, in time with Elliot, and her eyes roll into the back of her head.

Then Elliot fists her hair, pulling, and I help push her up. He doesn’t let go, instead holding it as he fucks her ass. I pick up my pace, too, grabbing her wrists and holding them.

I love seeing her like this—helpless, only held up by us, and completely fucked to oblivion. It’s beautiful.

Keeping her wrists restrained with one of my hands, I reach down and flick her clit with the other. She cries out, her body jerking, so Elliot wraps an arm around her waist to hold her still.

She clenches around me when I massage circles into her clit, and I groan. She feels so warm and tight with us both filling her, and the sensations of Elliot rubbing against my dick are heavenly.

“How does it feel?” Elliot says, letting go of her hair and gripping her chin instead. He turns her head so she’s looking at him. “Being fucked like this? Only sluts let two people fill them at once.”

“Perfect,” she whispers. “It feels perfect.”

He kisses her, and it’s demanding and hard, dominating and controlling. There isn’t a single thing she can do, since he’s holding her there and I’ve trapped her wrists. And if the way she practically dissolves into the kiss is any indication, she loves it.

Oliver is similar in a lot of ways. Take away his control, and that’s when he feels the most free. Euphoric—that’s how he describes it.

When I look over at him, he has a greedy look in his eyes.

“You wish this was you?”

He scowls and flips me off.

“Wren. Fuck,” Elliot grits out. Then he slams his lips to hers as he comes, holding onto her like she’s his lifeline.

It pushes her over the edge, too, and I groan at the feeling of them both coming. Thank fuck neither of them lasted long.

Elliot lets Wren down gently, and I release her wrists so she can hold herself up. Once I’m sitting up, I lift her off my cock, and then Elliot crawls on the bed and pulls her onto his lap. She leans her head against his chest while she tries to catch her breath.

“That was five,” I say, pushing her hair out of her face.

Elliot frowns. “Five what?”

“Orgasms.” I smirk. “Oliver and I want to see how many times we can make her come.”

Elliot’s chest shakes with silent laughter as he stares down at the limp woman in his arms. “You sure she can take more?”

She perks up then. “Yes. I can.”

“Good,” Elliot murmurs, kissing the tip of her nose. “Because I’m not done with you. And I don’t think Rhett is either.”