Page 334 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two

“That’s it, love,” Elliot says. “Ride my face.”

Oliver and I break off our kiss so we can watch Wren roll her hips. Her breathing is heavy, and I watch as her blood-stained chest heaves with her every movement.

“Ell,” she whimpers.

“Don’t stop,” I command. “You don’t stop until you’re screaming and coming all over his face, you hear me?”

She nods, reaching out for me and grabbing onto one of my shoulders. I lean down and capture her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. Her moans have me so turned on, and I thrust into Oliver’s hands, feeling myself rubbing against Elliot’s dick.

This.Nothing could ever replace having all of us together. I love the feel of their bodies against mine—love the sights and sounds of their pleasure.

I wrap my clean hand around Wren’s throat and squeeze the sides lightly. She gasps as I pull away so I can watch her.

“Is this okay?”

She nods, her fingers digging into my shoulder. “More.”

I tighten my grip the slightest bit more, making sure to keep the pressure off her windpipe. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she rocks against Elliot’s face. He’s groaning into her, and it sounds like he’s enjoying eating her out as much as I’m enjoying watching him do it.

After a few more seconds, I loosen my hold on Wren’s neck. She gives me a hazy smile at the rush of blood to her head. At the same time, Oliver picks up the pace of his strokes.

Pressure is just beginning to build in my body, and I lean to the side to kiss Oliver. I’m proud of him for going into the basement again, and I want him to know it, so I kiss him like I’ll never be able to get enough of him.

“Ell,” Wren moans. Her hand has slid down my arm, and she’s gripping my wrist while I continue holding her throat. “Ell, I’m gonna come.”

Oliver and I pull away from each other so we can watch. Wren cries out as her orgasm washes over her. It’s a beautiful sight, and we both stare at her as Elliot works her through wave after wave.

“Too much,” she gasps, finally lifting herself off Elliot’s face. “It’s too—”

“More,” Elliot says, grabbing her hips and forcing her back down.

“Ell!” Wren throws her head back as he sucks on her clit. She tries to squirm away, but he won’t let her. “Oh, fuck.”

“You can take it, princess.” Oliver leans forward and takes one of her nipples into his mouth.

“God—oh my god, O.” She grabs onto his hair to pull him up until she fuses her mouth to his.

Oliver’s hands slow from distraction, so I grab onto them to tighten their hold and thrust upward. Elliot groans at the added friction, and the sound pushes me closer to the edge.

Wren’s eyes are unfocused and half-lidded from the pleasure Elliot is coaxing out of her. She looks close to another orgasm, like the slightest touch could set her off, probably because Elliot never fully gave her a chance to come down.

“Come with me, sweetheart,” I say, leaning down and kissing her lightly. I trail my hand from her throat to her breast and roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “My beautiful whore.”

“Rhett,” she whimpers.

“I know.” I kiss her again, running my tongue along her bottom lip.

And then she explodes. I swallow her cries, eating them up as my own orgasm slams into me. The release of pressure causes my mind to go blank as my cum shoots out onto our hands and Elliot’s stomach.

When I come back to reality, Wren is writhing and clinging to me as Elliot continues working her with his tongue. She’s caught between the sensations being too overwhelming but not wanting to stop.

“Fuck—Ell, I—Ican’t,”she finally cries.

He lets her up, and she releases a long breath. I smirk. Wren’s eyes are wide, and she’s panting.

“My turn,” Oliver says.

Wren climbs off Elliot and collapses onto the mattress. I join her, leaning against the headboard and pulling her into me.