Page 87 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two

“Princess,” I pant. “Please?”

Elliot swears under his breath, and a cursory glance in his direction tells me he’s as hard as I am.

“Go ahead,” Wren says.

I don’t wait another second. With my tongue, I spread her arousal to her clit. She’s so wet already, just from kissing, and I love how much she craves us. I don’t say so—I’m too busy focusing on her. Gently, I suck on her clit while holding her thighs open.

When Wren groans my name, it only eggs me on. I immediately move into the things I know she likes. She gasps, and a cocktail of pride and pleasure courses through me.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

“So good,” she moans.

“Don’t forget to tell him. He needs to know he’s pleasing you.”

“Oliver,” Wren pants as she looks down at me, “you’re such a good boy.”

In response, I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit rapidly. She melts into Elliot and Rhett’s arms, and they keep a firm hold on her so she doesn’t have to worry. As Wren’s moans grow louder, Elliot leans down and kisses her to capture them with his mouth. Only when Wren’s legs start to tremble do I pull away.

“Did she tell you that you could stop?” Rhett arches a brow at me challengingly—almost threateningly.

“Princess,” I murmur as I kiss her inner thigh. “May I use my fingers?”

She nods breathlessly. Using the hand that’s not currently keeping Wren from plummeting to her death, Rhett grabs Wren’s thigh. Once he’s helping her hold it up, I let go so I can slide a finger inside her. My mouth goes back to her clit, sucking, and after a minute I add a second finger.

“Oh, shit,” Wren gasps. “Oliver, just like that.”

As I continue on in the same way, I feel Wren clench around my fingers. She’s back to trembling, and her chest heaves with every gulp of air.

“Are you close, love?”

“I am,” she whimpers out.

Elliot nuzzles his face in her neck. “We’ve got you. You can let go.”

“Fuck,” she whispers. “Oh my god,ohmygod.”

As Wren comes, she throws her head back and cries out. Without Elliot and Rhett anchoring her, she’d fall straight to the ground, but she doesn’t hold back. She’s placed her life in their caring hands, trusting—knowing—that they’d never even let her come close to falling.

I continue sucking on Wren’s clit until she begs me to stop. When I pull back, the guys haul her up, and I lock eyes with her and lick my lips. “I want more.”

“Inside,” Rhett says. “You can keep going while I fuck her ass.”

Carefully, Elliot and Rhett move Wren from the ledge. I push back my chair and take Wren into my arms. She grabs onto me for balance, and I kiss her until Rhett pulls us apart.

“Now,”he says impatiently. “I’ve waited long enough.”

With a smirk, I kiss Wren again, dipping her backward until she’s laughing against my mouth. When I straighten, Rhett sweeps Wren up into his arms and marches toward the door. She lets out a delighted squeal before grabbing onto him.

Inside, Rhett drops Wren onto the couch on her hands and knees. He gets behind her, shoves her ass cheeks apart, and dives in. Dropping to her elbows, Wren groans into the cushions.

I get the lube, and after I hand it to Rhett, I’m grabbed from behind. Elliot spins me around and slams his lips to mine. I almost lose my balance, but he holds onto my hips as his tongue enters my mouth. At the taste of Wren’s arousal, he groans.

“You want him and me at the same time? Hmm?” Rhett asks as he preps Wren with his fingers.

“Yesssss,” she whines.

“And what about Ell? Make him watch? Make him jealous?”