Page 20 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. Two (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #2)

Oliver

If I could start every morning like this, I would. Hands cuffed behind my back, muscles tight with anticipation, and my mind foggy with pleasure.

“Princess,”

I groan.

“Fuck me harder, please.”

Wren has me on my knees and face-down on the bed. I understand why she’s being gentle—this is her first time doing this. But goddamn, I need her to give me more.

“You’re sure?”

she asks uneasily. Her hold on my hips tightens.

“I can take it. Fuck, Wren, I’m begging you.”

She hesitates, sliding into me at the same pace she’s been maintaining. I can’t see her expression, but apparently, she finds the confidence she needs. She adds more force to her next thrust, and I cry out into the blankets.

Wren freezes.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. God, no. Keep going, princess. You feel amazing.”

Again, she eases back into me. It takes her a second to find her rhythm, but then she’s fucking my ass like she never wants to stop.

“You’ll tell me if I hurt you?”

“Always, princess. But you feel like heaven.”

At that, she goes a little harder, and I let out a loud, long groan.

The second I realized Wren likes topping me, I bought the necessary equipment for this. I wasn’t sure we’d ever get to this point, but apparently, all it took was Elliot mentioning the mere concept of pegging me. It’s only been a couple days, and Wren jumped on the first opportunity she got.

It started with her cuffing my wrists and touching me everywhere except for where I needed her to. With her lips on mine, her fingers trailed over my arms, my chest, and my abs. When she went lower, she purposefully avoided my cock. I swear, I almost died.

But then she got me into this position, prepped me, and started fucking me with the light purple dildo I got for her. Well, I suppose it was just as much for me. But Wren’s eyes still lit up when I showed her the dildo and harness. She may have been a little nervous at first, but she’s quickly figuring it out.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of this,”

I grunt out, moving to meet her thrusts.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of this,”

she replies. One of her hands slides from my hip to my ass, squeezing.

“I’ve wondered what it would feel like to pound into you from behind and hear you groaning my name.”

God, this woman.

“And how do you like it?”

“I think it’s safe to say I’ll be doing this a lot from now on.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” I pant.

“But,”

she says, drawing out the word in a playfully thoughtful way.

“I do want to try a couple other things.”

“You can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours.”

Pausing her thrusts, she leans forward and places a kiss to my shoulder. “I know.”

She fucks me just like that for a couple minutes before pulling out. I don’t want her to stop, but I’m curious what else she has up her sleeve.

For a second, Wren doesn’t move. A small sound leaves her throat, and then I feel the light touch of her finger against my skin. She traces the small scar in the shape of an “R”

that’s on my right ass cheek.

“I’ve never noticed this before,”

she says softly.

“Probably been too preoccupied with other things.”

Again, her finger runs over the scar.

“Rhett did it?”

“Mmhmm. A couple years ago.”

I smile at the memory.

“I wanted to feel owned, if that makes sense.”

“It does,”

she murmurs.

“I feel that way too, sometimes.”

“He’d do it, you know. If you wanted him to. I think he probably hasn’t brought it up because he doesn’t want to scare you or make you feel pressured.”

She’s silent, and I wonder if I misread her. Maybe she’s not into that at all. But then she hums thoughtfully and says, “That could be nice.”

I half expect her to ask more questions, but instead, she guides me into a new position. With my hands behind my back, it’s hard to maneuver, but Wren doesn’t seem to mind helping me. She settles against the pillows and headboard, half sitting up, half lying down. Then she helps me keep my balance until I’m straddling her.

“I want you to ride me,”

she says as she reaches behind me and un-clips the leather cuffs. Gently, she brings my hands in front of me and redoes them.

I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

It takes us a second to get the dildo lined up, and then I lower myself onto it with a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a whine. With one hand, Wren holds mine so I can have some leverage. With the other, she wraps her fingers around my dick.

Nope. Pretty sure this is better than heaven.

As I set a pace, Wren watches me with bright eyes. When I go faster, so does her hand. My brain short-circuits for a second. It feels so good—almost too good—and I have to fight to not get lost in the sensations.

“Wren,”

I gasp.

“Oh, fuck.”

She’s stroking my dick perfectly. If we keep going like this, I’m going to come before she gets the chance to, and that won’t do. I want her as satisfied as I will be. But if she doesn’t stop, I can’t last for much longer.

Thoughts of coming all over her breasts fill my head, and I groan. I may not want to come yet, but god, that’d be such a pretty sight. I wish I could reach down and squeeze them, or better yet, lean down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth.

That idea has me teetering too close to the edge.

“Princess, I’m too close.”

I stop, and thankfully, her hand slows.

“Too hot. You’re too fucking hot.”

She tilts her head to the side.

“You don’t want to come?”

“Not until you have. Princess, please. I need to worship you.”

“Worship me,”

she whispers, almost as if it’s a question.

“May I?”

Wren trails a finger down the front of my chest, so lightly that it makes me shiver. As she watches me, a heated smile graces her features.

“Yes. But only with your mouth.”

Moaning, I kiss her.

“As you wish.”

She helps me get off her, and then she takes the harness off and sets it aside. I don’t mind the time it takes us to get into a new position. It just means I get to watch Wren gracefully lower herself so she’s sitting on the mattress with her legs dangling off the edge.

Once I’m standing in front of her, I bask in her lustful gaze. Her eyes rake over my naked body, lingering on my cock.

“Well,”

she says with a hint of giddiness, “I’m waiting.”

I start with her face, brushing my lips across her forehead and over her cheeks. Her neck is next, and I leave behind a trail of tiny kisses before lightly nipping at her earlobe. When she moans and tilts her head back, I take it as an invitation to gently suck on one of the spots that always seems to drive her wild.

When I make it down to her breasts, I trace a circle around one of her nipples with my tongue. Only once Wren has arched her back impatiently do I suck on it. She grips the hair at the back of my neck to keep me in place, just as I hoped she would.

The position is awkward enough that I can’t hold it for long. If I could brace myself with my hands, it’d be a different story, but I don’t mind being cuffed. So I straighten and bring my lips to Wren’s. Pride bursts through me when she sighs happily into my mouth.

“On your knees, O.”

Wren nods to the floor right by the bed.

By the time my knees hit the carpet, my need to come is long forgotten. All I can think about is burying my head in between her legs and feasting until she screams.

Wren settles onto the bed right in front of me. When she spreads her legs, it pulls an unwarranted groan from me.

“So pretty,”

I murmur. Even though it kills me, I take my time kissing my way up her thighs. How could I not savor every second of this? To me, Wren is a goddess, and having her is a privilege I’ll never take for granted.

When I finally reach the apex of her thighs and part her labia with my tongue, she whimpers. God, that sound. If I could play it on repeat continuously in my head, I would. Gently, I spread her arousal to her clit, and a new wave of need washes over me when she whimpers again.

Wren leans back on her elbows and watches me with a satisfied glint in her eyes.

“Just like that, Oliver. You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”

I reply by circling her clit with my tongue. She tenses, and one of her hands grasps the hair on the top of my head. As Wren moans, she holds my face against her and rolls her hips.

Fuck. I think the only thing that’d make this better is having Ell and Rhett watching. I’m perfectly happy to have some time with just me and Wren, though. Especially when it’s like this.

As I work on Wren, her grip on my hair gets painfully tight. It only adds to the fulfillment I get from pleasing her. And when her voice shakes while she moans my name? My dick grows harder, and it’s nearly impossible to not stroke it with my cuffed hands.

With a renewed burst of enthusiasm, I suck on her clit. A different need grows alongside the ache to find my own release. I want her to come all over my tongue while her screams fill the house.

“Oliver, ohfuckyes, don’t stop.”

There’s something about the way she says it that makes me lose all control. I can’t wait any longer. It’s a bit awkward with my hands restrained, but I manage to wrap one around my dick and stroke while I continue sucking on her clit.

She notices. Fuck, of course she notices.

“Don’t touch yourself,”

she pants.

“Only I get to do that today.”

I groan in protest, even though her saying that only serves to turn me on more. Releasing my cock, I clasp my hands together to stop myself from returning to what I was just doing.

“It’ll be worth it,”

she promises with a hazy smile.

There’s no way it couldn’t be. Sex with any of the three of them always ends with me panting, sweaty, and fully satisfied.

It only takes Wren a couple minutes before she’s close. I keep my movements consistent until she throws her head back and cries out. If Elliot and Rhett aren’t awake yet, they are now. And what a perfect sound to wake up to.

“Oliver,”

Wren gasps when I don’t slow down. She has to force my head away, and even then, I try to dip back down to keep going. When my tongue makes contact with her clit, she yelps.

“Too—too sensitive. I need a second.”

“I need you,”

I groan as I rest my head against her thigh.

“Please, princess.”

“Get up.”

I waste no time, leaning into the mattress to stabilize myself. Once I’m on my feet, Wren sits up and strokes my dick teasingly.

“Is this what you need?”

she croons.

“More,” I plead.

She clicks her tongue.

“So greedy. Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yes.”

The word comes out breathy and whiny. I have to stop myself from jutting my hips forward.

Wren hums and continues to move her hand up and down my cock at a slow, lazy pace. She’s glowing, either from her orgasm or from realizing just how much power she holds over me right now. The longer she makes me wait, the more desperate I get, and she knows it.

Finally, she leans back and props herself up on her elbows.

“Start off slow.”

I position my dick at her entrance and slide in. It’s hard to follow her instructions, but I get to watch her expression as I sink all the way into her. Fuck, it’s beautiful. Her head drops back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck and pushing her breasts forward slightly.

“Goddamn, princess.”

Somehow, I manage to stay slow for her, but my control is fraying at the edges.

She whimpers as I pull out and ease back in again. Her gaze is caught on my dick as it disappears inside of her.

“Fuck. Harder, O. Give me all you’ve got.”

I oblige her immediately. She brings one hand down to rub her clit, which makes her clamp down around my cock. It pulls groans from both of us.

That familiar pressure builds inside of me from the first thrust. Considering the sounds coming from Wren, she’s not gonna last long either. It’s just too hot—her ordering me around and the burning need I have to obey her every command. It’s impossible not to succumb to the blissful sensations.

When Wren comes, I almost lose it right there. My only saving grace is that I’m able to slow down while she writhes on the bed. She didn’t tell me I couldn’t come without her permission, but I want it anyway.

“Ohhh,”

I groan.

“Wren, it feels too good. Please—please, can I come?”

“Where do you want to?”

“I—ahh—”

For a split second, I lose all ability to think. I didn’t realize she was going to give me the option. But the image of my cum on her breasts flits through my mind just in time.

“On you, princess. Please.”

She nods.

“Go ahead.”

I pull out, and immediately, she wraps her hand around my cock and strokes. Within seconds, my vision goes blank, and I almost fail to keep my balance. Ropes of cum cover her chest as I shudder through my orgasm.

“Holy shit,”

I say unsteadily.

“Wren, holy shit.”

With trembling hands, Wren undoes my handcuffs and tosses them farther onto the bed. All I can do is try to catch my breath while I stare at her cum-coated skin.

“Even prettier than I thought it’d be,” I murmur.

After sitting up, Wren yanks me down into a mind-numbing kiss. She licks into my mouth, moaning at her taste on my lips. I relax into the feeling of being completely undone by her.

“I love you,”

Wren whispers when we pull away.

“I… goddamn, princess, I love you so much it hurts.”

She kisses me again, much more gently this time, before standing and leading me to the shower. We clean up, and my assumption is that we’re going to get dressed and head downstairs, but Wren pushes me onto the bed.

I laugh.

“Are we going again already?”

“No.”

She grabs the sheet and pulls it over us.

“But I want to hold you for a few minutes.”

My heart melts as her arms come around me.

“Do you ever wonder if you’re too perfect?”

She snorts. “God no.”

I hum contentedly.

“I think you’re perfect.”

She rolls her eyes but gives me another happy kiss. We settle into a comfortable silence, and I wonder if Elliot and Rhett are up yet. I wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while, but no doubt, we have work to do.

We only got back from Florida last night, but the house has been filled with an urgent tension ever since. Worrying about Andrew and Benny’s safety has already taken a large toll on us, and that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Me and the guys are a little more used to the stress, but Wren… she’s going through it.

I brush some hair out of her face and let my hand linger over her soft skin. If I could get away with always having some part of her body under my hands, I would.

“How are you holding up, princess?”

She smiles, although I swear I detect a hint of sadness.

“All right, I guess. Worried I’m gonna get fired, and then feeling guilty for thinking about something like that right now. There are so many other things that need our attention.”

Of course. Between Wren getting kidnapped and our trip to Florida, she’s had to take a lot of unexpected days off. From what I can tell, she’s not particularly attached to the coffee shop, but it’s still her job. I’d be worried about getting fired, too. Except she doesn’t need to work if she doesn’t want to.

“Most of our money is Ell’s,”

I tell her.

“If you feel like you have to contribute financially, you don’t have to. None of us really do. It’s mostly stocks and investments and complicated shit like that. And you know we’ll take care of you, right?”

She chews on her lip before her gaze flicks away.

“When I broke up with Adam, I made a promise to myself to never be financially dependent on a man again.”

Oh. Given what a piece of shit Adam is, it makes sense.

“I get that.”

Her eyes return to mine. “Really?”

“Rhett was the same way when we all moved in together. He was stuck in that house with his dad for so long. After Sammy died, he had no reason to stay with Richard, so he moved in with Elliot’s family. It was better, but it was rough on him, too. He still felt trapped.

“We all went to college together and lived in the same apartment. The thing that made the most sense was for us to live off Ell’s trust fund so we could focus on school and finding Sammy’s killer without having to worry about money.

“Elliot didn’t care. He’s always viewed his money as our money. It’s who he is—taking care of his loved ones is in his nature. But Rhett was so used to feeling unsafe. It took him a long time to be able to fully trust us.”

“He does now though, right?”

I nod.

“He still struggles with opening up, but that’s not due to a lack of trust. Healing takes time.”

“My reasons aren’t about trust, either,”

she tells me.

“I mean, maybe they were when I made the promise to myself. But now that I’m with the three of you, that’s not it. I trust you guys with my life.”

I stroke her arm. If this is what I think it’s about, she has no need to worry.

“Letting us take care of you isn’t the same as you losing yourself. You know that, right?”

“Yeah. And agreeing to it feels a lot better than what Adam and I planned together. I had to convince myself that was a good idea. But I’m safe with you three in a way I wasn’t with Adam. Financial dependence isn’t as scary.”

“But?”

I ask, sensing one is coming.

She sighs.

“But it’s not just about the money. It’s about who I am and what I want out of life.”

“And what do you want, princess? To be a graphic designer?”

I remember her mentioning that once, although I’ve definitely seen her more excited about other things. Usually books.

“When I came up with the idea, it was because I wanted to travel. I knew I’d need a flexible job, and I have a decent artistic eye, so freelancing made sense.”

“And now?”

“I don’t know. That was the last life decision I made before I started dating Adam. And then everything shifted from there. I stopped working toward my goals, and they just fell on the back burner.”

“So graphic design was more of a means to an end than anything else.”

“I guess so. I mean, I like it. But I’m not hopelessly in love with it, either. I think I was just grasping for straws at that point.”

She shakes her head.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway—at least not right now. We have more important things to focus on.”

“No. This is important, too.”

I squeeze her arm.

“What did you want to be when you were a kid? Not the practical stuff that people said you’d be good at. What was the secret dream in the back of your head that never really went away?”

She grimaces.

“My dreams were naive.”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

She narrows her eyes at me before nodding.

“You first.”

I grin.

“From the ages of eight to twelve, I was determined to be an ice cream taste tester. From there through most of high school, I wanted to be a concert pianist. Was good enough, too.”

“Really?”

“Yep. That’s how I got the scholarship to go to such a nice school. My grades were never great, though. No clue how I managed to keep it.”

“Wait. If you wanted to be a concert pianist, then what happened?”

“Anxiety.”

My face falls.

“Any time I had a recital or performance, I’d have panic attacks for weeks leading up to it. It made me so miserable, and I couldn’t imagine living the rest of my life like that. I’m pretty sure I’d be able to handle it now, but back then, I just couldn’t.”

Wren’s expression softens with sympathy.

“Do you think you’ll start performing again once everything is done with Ludo?”

“Maybe. I’ve thought about opening my own studio and teaching kids to play. I got lucky, you know? My mom worked so hard to make sure we had a piano in the house, and getting that scholarship was a one in fifty chance.

“There are lots of kids who don’t even have consistent access to a piano. I’ve always thought it could be nice to change that. Maybe I’d be able to teach for really low prices, or even for free.”

“That could be really nice,”

Wren says.

“Much more helpful than ice cream taste testing.”

With a chuckle, I kiss the top of her head.

“Eight-year-old me would be severely disappointed in my life choices. But enough about that. It’s your turn.”

I nudge her gently.

She groans and buries her face in my chest.

“I was hoping you’d forget.”

“Never. Spit it out, princess.”

When she pulls away so I can see her, she’s frowning.

“I promise that books aren’t my only personality trait.”

I smile. “I know.”

“I wanted to have a book and coffee shop. I always imagined it’d have big windows and cozy reading nooks. And we’d have author signings and maybe sell bookish candles—locally made if possible. I planned on having an apartment above the shop, too, so I wouldn’t have to worry about getting to and from work.”

There’s no way.

I laugh before I can stop myself.

“You’re joking, right?”

Immediately, she goes tense in my arms.

“I… is it really that laughable?”

“Oh, fuck. No, not at all. It’s just that Elliot wanted something similar when we were in high school.”

“He did?”

“Yeah.”

I grin.

“You should ask him about it. Sometimes, I think he never truly gave up on the idea. His degree is in business, after all.”

Her eyes fog over in the way they do when she’s thinking really hard. “That’s…”

I wait, but she never finishes her sentence. My hope is that she’s opening herself up to the possibilities that are available to her, but I’m not sure. Either way, we’re different from Adam in a lot of ways. We’ll support her no matter what she decides to do.

“For what it’s worth,”

I say gently, “I don’t think you’ll lose yourself.”

She frowns, and her nose crinkles in the most adorable way.

“How can you be so sure?”

With an amused exhale, I kiss her forehead.

“Because you’ve been fighting to make sure that doesn’t happen from day one, princess. You’ve got this. You just have to figure out what you want out of life. And you’re allowed to take your time with that.”

Finally, she relaxes, and I lean in to kiss her. Talking about the future always leaves me feeling hopeful, so I have no desire to break our happy little bubble. But then someone knocks on my door.

“Yeah?”

I call out.

Elliot pops his head in.

“I’m making breakfast, and then Rhett has something he needs to show us.”

Just like that, my good mood deflates. Whatever Rhett’s found, there’s no way it’s something good.

“We’ll be down in a couple minutes.”

Elliot leaves, and I heave in a long, steadying breath.

“Ready to return to reality?”

Wren threads her fingers through mine.

“With you, always.”