Page 31 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two

“I’ve been waiting for this.” Oliver steps out of his clothes. “I don’t usually get to be in the middle.”

Elliot shoves Oliver back onto the couch so he’s on his hands and knees, facing me. Framing his face with my hands, I kiss him.

“You’d better be a good boy and do what I tell you, Ol,” Elliot says. “Otherwise I’ll have Rhett punishyou.”

Oliver whimpers, but it’s one of anticipation, not fear. I pull away from him just in time to see Elliot spit in between Oliver’s ass cheeks. Then he leans in, swirling his tongue.

Oliver pushes against him and groans. “Do we have time for this?”

With a glance at the clock in the kitchen, Elliot grins. “Just enough. Wren, you keep getting him ready. I’ll be right back.”

I replace Elliot in a flash. Spreading Oliver’s cheeks, I run my tongue over his hole, making him grunt.

“You’re going to feel so good, princess,” he pants. “Feeling you wrapped around my cock while I fuck you and fuck myself on Ell’s dick.”

Liquid heat spreads through my stomach at the thought. I moan, continuing to rim him, wondering how different this will feel.

When Elliot comes back, he’s fully undressed, and he already has the cap popped off the lube. “Hold out a finger.”

I do, and he first squirts some onto Oliver’s asshole before adding some to my finger.

“Spread it around. Then slide in nice and slow.”

Oliver groans as I follow Elliot’s instructions. I start with one finger, then two, smiling when Oliver whines into the couch cushions. By the time I’ve worked three fingers into him, he’s acting like I’ve been teasing him for hours.

“If we go much longer,” Elliot says, “he’ll start negotiating.”

“Negotiating?”

With a chuckle, Elliot says, “You’ll see it at some point. Honestly, if you tell him you’re willing to peg him, he might do it on the spot.”

Oliver groans. “I’m ready, please. I need you both.”

I wash my hand, and Oliver gets up. Thankfully, the couch is pretty wide, otherwise I don’t think we’d be able to do this here.

Grabbing a throw pillow, Elliot places it on the couch. “Lie down with this under your hips, love.”

I follow his instructions, pulling my knees up to my chest as Oliver climbs over me. He shudders as he slides into me, pushing my legs apart. At the same time, Elliot coats his dick in lube and gets on the couch behind Oliver.

“You ready, princess?” Oliver asks, smiling down at me.

“I think the better question is areyouready?” Elliot says, grabbing his ass cheeks and pressing inside.

“Fuuuuck,” Oliver groans. His eyes roll back into his head. “More.”

“Patience,” Elliot says, grabbing onto his shoulder. “Let’s ease you into it.”

I keep my legs open as much as I can to leave room for them. As Elliot fucks into Oliver a little more, I stare up at them both, although I can’t see a lot of Elliot. It takes a minute, but once we’re all situated, Elliot starts moving more consistently. The force of his thrusts makes Oliver move inside me.

With a grunt, Oliver rasps, “Let me.”

Elliot slows. After adjusting himself for better leverage, Oliver does exactly what he said he would—fucks me while fucking himself on Elliot’s dick. Oliver lets out a long string of strained expletives before slamming his lips to mine. He kisses me sloppily, groaning and panting into my mouth, and it might be the hottest thing that anyone’s ever done to me.

“Oh my god,” he moans when Elliot starts thrusting into him.“Shit,I forgot how much I love this.”

I grab his head and kiss him again. My tongue slides into his mouth as he lets Elliot take over. It’s so different than any other position we’ve been in, probably because Oliver is writhing in pleasure just as much as I am.

“Wren,” he grits out. “Can you touch yourself? I can’t, I have to hold myself up.”