Page 293 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two

“What a sight,” Rhett mutters, reaching down to find my clit. “Fucking perfect.”

I gasp at his touch. His finger circles my clit as Oliver thrusts into me. It’s almost more than I can bear, especially when Rhett slams his lips to mine and refuses to pull away.

“That’s it.” Elliot’s voice is strained. “Make her come on our cocks.”

With a groan, Oliver picks up his pace. My breath hitches, and I feel tension building low in my stomach. Rhett plays with my clit, only breaking off our kiss for a few seconds so I can gasp for air.

The blindfold is still nestled over my eyes, and it heightens my senses. It only takes a few minutes before I tumble into my first orgasm. I cry out, and Rhett swallows the sound, lightening his touch on my clit.

“Oh my god,” Oliver groans. “You both feel so good.”

Once the remnants of my orgasm have washed away, Rhett pulls back. I wish I could see him—see where he’s looking and what’s on his expression. But then I feel his lips on my breasts as he peppers them with kisses. He licks one of my nipples before he sucks on it, and I groan.

“More?” Oliver asks as he thrusts into me.

“Definitely,” Elliot replies. “Make her come again.”

And they do. I come two more times before Oliver finishes inside me. By the time he pulls out, I’m exhausted and shaking, but I don’t stop. I start riding Elliot, moaning at the feeling of him sliding in and out of me.

“Fuck, just like that,” Elliot says. “Don’t change a thing.”

Rhett is kissing my neck while working my clit gently. I’m not sure where exactly Oliver is, although I think he collapsed next to us on the bed.

“Fuck him harder, sweetheart,” Rhett tells me. “Make him give you every drop of cum he’s got.”

I’m already going as hard as I can, but I try anyway. When Rhett starts rubbing my clit faster, I cry out, feeling myself clench around Elliot’s dick.

“God, Wren,” Elliot groans. His voice is tight, and his hand—at least I think it’s his hand—slides up my thigh.

“So fucking hot,” Oliver mutters.

“Touch her, O,” Rhett says. “Show her how you feel.”

Within seconds, I feel his lips dragging up my body. Having all their hands on me and knowing they’re all watching me sends pleasure coursing through my body. Sparks shoot through my veins as Rhett speeds up his hand.

“One more time,” Elliot pants. “Make her come one more time—fuck,quickly.”

“You’re doing so well, princess,” Oliver praises as my whimpers fill the room.

I’m so close.So close.The tension in my body is only building higher, and my thoughts slow as my orgasm creeps closer.

“I wish you could see yourself,” Rhett murmurs in my ear. “I wish you could see the way they’re watching you. My beautiful whore.”

“Fuck,” I cry. My orgasm crashes into me, so powerful I lose my breath.

Rhett and Oliver hold me steady as Elliot takes over, thrusting into me a few times before he lets out a deep groan. I feel him shudder underneath me as he comes, his hold on my hips tightening.

“I knew you had it in you.” Oliver kisses me gently before undoing the blindfold.

When I blink open my eyes, I find all three of them smiling at me. I arch upward and press my lips to Rhett’s in a tired, shaky kiss. He strokes his fingers down my cheek, and when he pulls away, my heart skips a beat at the heat in his eyes.

“Let’s get you untied,” Elliot says.

Rhett and Oliver lift me off him so he can get out from underneath me. Once he’s up, Elliot kneels in front of me. His kiss is sweet, and then he unties me and rubs my wrists.

“You feel okay?” he asks.

“Mmhmm.” Slipping my arms around his neck, I pull him down for another kiss. This one is deeper and almost lazy. His body is warm against mine as my thoughts turn hazy from the way his lips move against mine.