Page 121 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two

“Ol,” I moan. I lean back, and my elbows hit a bunch of piano keys as I brace myself. The discordant notes sound throughout the room, making Oliver chuckle around my cock. “Fuck.”

He does something with his tongue that forces a grunt from my throat. As his head moves up and down, his hand follows. Opening my eyes, I watch him. He’s moaning and taking as much of my cock as he can, just like he always does. Sometimes I think he enjoys this as much as I do.

After a minute, he raises his head and licks his lips. He’s still stroking me with his hand as he meets my gaze and grins. “I thought about waking you up like this, but I figured I should let you sleep.”

I groan at the thought. It wouldn’t’ve been the first time he’s done that, but he usually gets my permission the night before.

“Maybe tomorrow,” he muses before sucking on the tip of my cock. He works his tongue as well, and it pulls a soft moan from my lips.

For once, I do as I’m told. Relaxing into the piano, I close my eyes again and keep my focus on Oliver. It’s not like it’s hard. With the way he’s moving up and down my dick, he’s the only thing Iwantto concentrate on.

It helps that Oliver is so enthusiastic that it’s almost comical. One of his hands is moving in time with his mouth, and the other is gripping my hip. If I tried to pull him off me, he’d probably protest until I relented.

“Can’t get enough of my dick, can you?” I ask.

He doesn’t bother replying, except to move his hand from my hip to cup my balls. I groan as he switches to focusing on the head of my cock, sucking and using his tongue. By the time I’m close, my worries are at least temporarily forgotten. I gasp Oliver’s name, and he raises his head, still stroking me with his hand.

“Where’d you like to come?” he asks with a self-satisfied smile.

“Your mouth,” I pant. “Oh, Ol,fuck—”

His lips wrap around the crown of my dick just as I start to come. My whole body tenses as the sensations overwhelm me. Oliver’s moans only add to it, along with his gentle sucking. Something about the way he does it adds to the intensity of my orgasm, which causes an unexpected whimper to fall from my lips.

Only when I’m so sensitive that I have to push his head away does Oliver stop. Even then, he stares at my cock longingly, almost like he’s disappointed he can’t continue. It’s his own damn fault. How am I supposed to last when he’s so good at this?

“Get up here.” Grabbing him, I yank him up and slam my lips to his. He strokes his tongue into my mouth, and I suck my cum off it with a groan.

Although I can tell he doesn’t want to, Oliver breaks off the kiss first. “How’re you feeling?”

“Much better,” I pant as I lean closer.Just can’t get enough.

“Good.” He kisses me again. “Now let’s get you some breakfast.”

***

The morning flies by. Rhett and Wren don’t come downstairs at all, so my hope is that they’re sleeping. It gives Oliver and I some time to work on Wren’s surprise before our plans for the afternoon. The distraction is a godsend, considering Iwould’ve tried to work otherwise, even though I’ve hit a temporary dead end until I can talk to Aubrey.

When she arrives around one, Rhett and Wren have just finished breakfast, and Oliver and I have just finished lunch. I’m happy they slept this late, honestly. Both of them still look exhausted.

Aubrey’s driver escorts her to the door but doesn’t come in. It’s a relief—it’s another signal that Ludo trusts us, and it also means we can speak freely.

The moment we’ve shut the door, Aubrey sighs with relief and pushes her dark curls behind her shoulder. She’s wearing high-waisted shorts with a pale pink crop top that contrasts beautifully against her dark skin.

“I told him he didn’t have to walk me to the door, but he insisted.” She rolls her eyes. “I can’t wait until I don’t have to deal with Ludo and his rules anymore.”

“At least he didn’t try to come in,” Oliver says.

“Oh, I would’ve put my foot down at that.” Aubrey brightens when she sees Wren. “Hey, beautiful.”

“Hey.” Wren grins, and they embrace, although it’s slightly awkward considering Aubrey is holding a dress bag.

“Wanna try on your bridesmaid dress?”

“Oooh! Of course I do.”

“Perfect.” Aubrey glances at me and the guys. “And I’m assuming we have a lot to talk about as well?”

“Definitely,” I reply. “We can talk in the living room.”