Page 28 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. Two (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #2)

Elliot

By the time I’ve pulled the lasagna out of the oven, everyone has made their way into the kitchen. Oliver looks a little guilty, which is exactly what I was afraid of. I don’t care that we all forgot. As Oliver said, we’ve been focused on other things that are way more important.

“I’m not upset,”

I tell them. “Really.”

“We know.”

Tugging the knife from my hand, Rhett kisses my forehead.

“Sit down. I’ll take it from here.”

“We still want to celebrate,”

Oliver tells me as I slump into the chair next to Wren.

“Even if it’s a little late.”

“That could be nice.”

Sliding my hand over Wren’s on the table, I do my best to relax. Seeing my parents always throws me into a funk, and celebrating seems like the perfect distraction.

“Is there anything you’d like to do?”

Oliver asks.

“Hmm.”

I narrow my eyes and tap my chin, pretending to think on it. In truth, I’ve known what I want to do on my birthday for weeks. It’s been hard to wait, but tonight will make it worth it.

“I’m happy to give you ideas,”

Oliver says.

With a chuckle, I shake my head.

“No ideas needed. Rhett, remember what you suggested to me in Finn’s cabin? Right after the Williams job?”

Hunger sparks in his eyes, but he crosses his arms and leans against the counter to disguise his excitement.

“Remind me.”

Pointing between Oliver and Wren, I say, “Tie them up and tease the hell out of them. See which one breaks first.”

Wren groans and sinks into her chair.

“You’re gonna kill me.”

I lean over and kiss the tip of her nose.

“Only in the best way.”

With a smirk, Rhett says, “I wouldn’t mind seeing you make her cry.”

“RHETT!”

Wren turns in her chair to glare at him.

“What?”

As he shrugs, his smile widens.

“You look so pretty with tears streaming down your face.”

“I’m not making her cry,”

I say.

“Although tears are still an option.”

When Wren’s eyes go wide, Oliver snickers.

“Careful, Ol,”

I taunt.

“Tears are still up in the air for you.”

“Who said I was against the idea?”

I grin. Who cares that we all forgot about my birthday? Tonight will make up for it.

Once the lasagna is cool enough to cut, we eat quickly. I enjoy watching Wren’s squirms out of the corner of my eye, and I think Rhett and Oliver do, too.

By the time we’ve cleared our plates, I’ve been able to process some of the argument we had with my parents. I don’t care about what they think—for the most part, at least. But when my mom started going after Rhett about his dad, I lost it. It wasn’t fair to him, nor was it even true.

“For the record,”

I say as we gather up the dishes, “Rhett’s dad didn’t kick him out.”

Rhett shakes his head.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,”

I tell him.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. And if you did, it was only ever in reaction to his abuse.”

Wren’s gaze softens as she places a hand on Rhett’s arm.

“I didn’t know you back then, and I still don’t know everything Richard did to you, but no one deserves to go through what he did to you. I’m glad you were able to get away from him. You don’t owe him an ounce of gratitude. You don’t owe him anything.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Dipping his head down, Rhett kisses her.

“But that’s not what I want us focusing on right now. We’ve got a birthday to celebrate. Where do you want us, Ell?”

“The living room,”

I answer without hesitation.

They all give me confused glances but don’t question me. I’m sure they were expecting me to want to head to one of the bedrooms. Maybe we’ll end up there, but for this first part, the living room has the perfect setup for what I’ve envisioned.

Once I’ve retrieved some ropes from my room, I’m met with three curious and eager expressions.

“I’ll start with you,”

I tell Wren.

She stands from where she was sitting next to Rhett on the couch. An involuntary smile takes over her face as she steps up to me.

“What do you need me to do?”

“For now, let’s get you undressed.”

Setting the ropes on the coffee table, I run my fingers down her arms with a feather-light touch.

“And as we go… whatever I ask.”

She moves to unbutton her pants, but I grab her wrists.

“Let me.”

I hook my fingers into her belt loops and tug her body into mine. She’s warm and soft, and her light floral scent is almost as addictive as the small whimper that spills from her lips.

Lifting her shirt, I pull it over her head and toss it on the floor. When I undo her pants, she tries to push them down her thighs, but I bat her hands away and do it myself. I take my time, leaving a trail of kisses behind as I do. By the time the fabric hits the floor and she steps out of them, she’s squirming with desire.

Only when I stand do I realize she’s twisting her hands together in an effort to not touch herself.

“Such a good girl. Keep those hands away from yourself, and maybe I’ll give you a reward.”

Wren swallows audibly as I move closer. I caress her neck by brushing the backs of my fingers up her throat until they’re lifting her chin. When our gazes lock, her eyes drop to my lips, and her own part in anticipation of a kiss.

The whole idea is to tease them—to not give them what they want until it’s absolutely unbearable—but I can’t resist. I lean down and capture her mouth with my own. Her hands grasp the front of my shirt as her lips move against mine, and she moans when I slip my tongue into her mouth. My only thought is of how she’ll sound when she does that with her lips around my cock instead.

When I break off the kiss, Wren angles her face toward mine for more, but I shake my head. Her little sigh of disappointment has me smirking. Maybe it was a good idea to give her a small taste of what she can’t have until I say so. The more wound up she is, the better.

Reaching around her, I unclasp her bra and push the straps off her shoulders. It falls to the floor between us, and I nudge it out of the way with my foot.

“I’m going to tie your arms behind your back. How does that sound?”

“Oh, yes please,”

she says as she eagerly clasps her hands behind her.

“Not quite like that, love.”

I turn her so she’s facing Oliver and Rhett instead of me. Gently, I bend her arms so the insides of her wrists are touching each other, and her fingertips just reach the insides of her elbows.

“Perfect. Stay like that.”

I grab some rope from the coffee table. As I start tying her arms together, she relaxes into my touch with a sigh. She does something like that most times I tie her up.

The feeling is one I’m familiar with. There’s something about being restrained that, at least when I’m with Rhett, makes my mind go blank. My worries disappear because there isn’t a thing I can do about them in the moment. I love that I can provide something similar for Wren and Oliver.

Having another person under my command can do the same for me. Even when everything feels out of my control, I’ll always have this. It’s the one part of our lives that’s a constant safe haven. We can surrender ourselves to someone else when we need to let go, or we can take the power that’s handed to us when we need to feel in control.

There’s a balance, of course. I never want to go too far or let my emotions override the parts of me that make sure whatever we’re doing is safe. The last thing I want is to hurt one of them because I get too lost in my own desires and needs.

I finish binding Wren’s arms and move on to completing the tie with a star harness. As I go, I slip two fingers underneath the lines to make sure nothing is too tight.

Oliver groans. When I glance toward him, he’s watching with a greedy expression.

“You’re next, Ol,”

I say.

“No worries.”

Once I’m done with Wren, I step back to admire my work. She adjusts, wiggling and stepping from foot to foot.

“Does it feel all right?” I ask.

“It feels perfect.”

“Good.”

With a kiss to her stomach, I slide her panties down and help her step out of them.

“I’ll come back to you in a minute.”

At that, Oliver straightens. When I grab more rope and head his way, he immediately puts his arms behind him in the way I positioned Wren.

I shake my head.

“You’re gonna need your hands in front of you tonight. But touch your cock, and you’ll get spanked. Hard.”

“But Ell,”

he protests as I pull his shirt over his head.

“You can be a good boy for me, Ol. I know you can.”

“Yeah, but you’re not gonna make it easy.”

With a deep chuckle, I exchange a smirk with Rhett.

“No, no I’m not. You’ll have to suffer.”

With a groan, Oliver drops his head back. I take the opportunity to kiss his neck while I hold his hands firmly in mine. He leans into my mouth with a shudder, and when I pull back, he swears under his breath.

Once I’ve finished tying his wrists, I double-check that nothing is too tight. There’s some leftover rope leading off the cuffs that acts as a lead. I have a feeling Rhett will like that.

I undo the button of Oliver’s pants and slowly slide down the zipper. He’s practically bouncing with excitement, which makes it a little difficult to get his clothes off him, but I manage. I pull his briefs down, and his dick springs upward, hard and begging to be touched.

As I lead him over to Rhett, he manages to sneak in a slow stroke of his cock. I smack his ass, not bothering to hold back.

“OWWWWW!”

Arching a brow, Rhett takes Oliver’s hands and holds them away from his body.

“Don’t know why you’re acting surprised. He did exactly what he said he would.”

As I take off my shirt, Wren giggles behind us.

“You laugh now, princess,”

Oliver says.

“But just you wait.”

“How’s this gonna go, Ell?”

Rhett asks me.

“For now, I’ll work on Wren, and you work on O. Don’t touch yourself, and don’t touch his dick. No one comes without my permission, and anything I tell you to do, you do immediately.”

Oliver shoots me a pouty glare, but beneath it is a giddy delight that he’s barely containing.

“Can I touch Rhett’s dick?”

“Why do you think your hands are in front of you? But remember—he’s not allowed to come. And you’re not allowed to do anything unless he tells you to.”

At that, Rhett tugs on the extra rope from Oliver’s wrists. His eyes darken as Oliver has no choice but to follow him to the couch and sit next to him.

Turning my attention to Wren, I find her waiting for me patiently. A smile blooms on her face as I step closer, and I reward her with a slow, languid kiss. She licks into my mouth with an eager moan, and I grasp her hips as I suck on her tongue.

“God,”

Oliver groans.

“Be good,”

Rhett says, “and maybe I’ll kiss you like that.”

When I break off our kiss, I take great pleasure in how long it takes Wren to open her eyes again. She smiles up at me in an almost dazed manner.

“Come here, love.”

I guide her to an armchair that’s across from the couch. Once I’m sitting, I help her settle onto my lap. Her back is to me, so she’s facing Oliver and Rhett, who can’t take their eyes off us.

“Oh,”

Wren whispers as she realizes they’re both watching us with rapt, hungry attention.

I drape Wren’s legs over mine, so when I push them apart, she’s spread wide and on display. It vaguely reminds me of our first night together when Oliver and Rhett watched while I fingered her. Except this time, Rhett will be working on Oliver, too.

“Lean back,”

I tell Wren, my voice soothing. I flatten a palm against her chest and push her backward.

The rope rubs against my skin, and with Wren’s arms tied behind her, she has to arch her back a little. There’s nothing she can do but helplessly grind her ass against my erection, which doesn’t help with my wavering patience.

Trying to hold myself over, I squeeze her breasts. Her moans join my own as I trace my thumbs around her nipples but don’t quite touch them.

“Fuck,”

Oliver mutters.

“She’s dripping.”

Reaching in between Wren’s legs, I gently swipe up some of her arousal onto my fingers. I barely touch her, but she still jumps and whimpers. Good. I want her so sensitive that even the lightest touch is overwhelming.

When I spread her arousal over her lips, she gasps. The action makes both Oliver and Rhett groan, and pride unfurls in my chest at their lustful stares. This is exactly what I was hoping for.

“Oliver,”

I say.

“Come here.”

He jumps up immediately. Once he’s standing in front of us, he glances toward me questioningly, waiting for instruction. It makes me smile. I love when he waits without being told to.

“Would you like to kiss her?” I ask.

“Yes,”

Oliver groans.

“Oh, yes please.”

“Go ahead.”

Before he does, Oliver steps to the side. Wren has to turn to look at him, and it gives me a better view as he leans in and brushes his lips against hers. She waits patiently, watching him with hooded eyes, until he murmurs, “So beautiful,”

and kisses her.

They start off slow, savoring the attention and passion coming from the other. Then, with a groan, Oliver grabs Wren’s face. He angles it upward, and when she parts her lips, his tongue slides inside. All she can do is arch into him and make little noises of pleasure.

While I watch them, I let my fingers explore Wren’s body. I don’t touch anywhere that’s too sensitive. The goal is to drive her out of her mind with need, which I plan on drawing out much more the next chance I get to be alone with her. I’d do it today, but I know Oliver can’t last that long.

“That’s enough,”

I say after letting them go for longer than I should.

“O, back to Rhett.”

Reluctantly, Oliver releases Wren, who’s already turned into a panting mess. She licks her lips as she watches him sit on the couch and drape his legs over Rhett’s.

As I go back to squeezing Wren’s breasts, Rhett’s hands skate up Oliver’s legs, massaging as he goes. When he reaches the tops of his thighs, he lightly traces his fingers over Oliver’s hips.

“FUCK. You know I’m ticklish there, you asshole!”

Oliver tries to shove Rhett away but quickly finds himself pinned down on the couch with his hands above his head.

“Goddammit.”

I laugh before leaning down and kissing Wren’s shoulder. She moans and rolls her ass into my erection. I’ve kept my hands on her breasts, but I haven’t even come close to touching her nipples.

“Does this count as you paying me back tenfold?” she asks.

I chuckle darkly.

“Oh, not even close, love. Not even close.”

Wren groans in protest, but I can hear her smile. She likes this—being teased and edged and used for our pleasure. I wouldn’t do it if she didn’t.

“Watch them,”

I command lowly in Wren’s ear, knowing it’ll only turn her on more.

She turns her attention back to the guys. Rhett has Oliver completely pinned down, and he’s using his free hand to trace a delicate pattern all over Oliver’s torso. His fingers get dangerously close to Oliver’s cock, but never close enough. It makes Oliver squirm and groan and beg.

“Just one touch,”

he gasps.

“Fuck, please, Ell. Please let him.”

“Not yet,”

I say as I brush my hands over Wren’s stomach.

“You have to earn your pleasure tonight.”

Oliver mutters something under his breath bitterly before glaring at the ceiling.

“What was that?” I ask.

“N-nothing.”

Rhett straightens.

“Uh uh. Tell him what you said.”

Laughing nervously, Oliver turns his head so he can look at me.

“I said that I love you so much, and I’ll happily do whatever you want.”

With a growl, Rhett flips Oliver over so he’s on his stomach. The sharp smack from Rhett spanking him echoes loudly in the room.

“HEYYYYY.”

“Go ahead,”

Rhett says as he massages the spot he just hit.

“Lie again, I dare you.”

Oliver groans.

“I said I’ll get you back for this.”

I hum before pinching Wren’s nipples between my fingers. She has exactly the reaction I was hoping for, which is a gasp that turns into a quiet moan.

Jealousy flashes in Oliver’s eyes.

“That’s not fair.”

“What did we tell you the other day?”

I ask.

“Good girls get rewarded, and so do good boys. Wren’s been perfectly good.”

“And you promised Ell you’d be good for his birthday, didn’t you?”

Rhett says.

“Fuck. I did.”

“Then be good,”

Rhett says gruffly, “or you’ll pay for it.”

“I will be,”

Oliver shouts when Rhett removes his hand. He wasn’t going to spank him again, but Oliver doesn’t know that.

“That’s much better.”

Rhett crawls off him.

“I knew you had it in you.”

I let my hands fall from Wren’s breasts to the tops of her thighs. Her skin is extra soft there, and I trace it lightly. I love every inch of her body, but there’s something about her thighs that makes me wild.

“Your body was made in heaven,”

I murmur in her ear.

“Made specifically for us. You know that?”

She moans as I get closer to the apex of her thighs without touching where she desperately needs me to.

“Does that mean you were made for me?”

“We were all made for each other. Weren’t we, Oliver?”

“There’s no other explanation,”

he says without a second’s hesitation.

“Everything about our pasts says we never should’ve even crossed paths. But look at us. Look at all we’ve overcome. It’s fate.”

“What do you think about that?”

I whisper as I trace the outside of Wren’s vulva.

“A match made by the fates themselves.”

She has to catch her breath before she can respond.

“I don’t know what I believe. Maybe it’s put us together, maybe not. But if it hasn’t, we’re making our own fate.”

She does her best to lean to the side and twist so she can look at me.

“By choosing each other.”

“Always,”

I whisper.

When her lips meet mine, she sighs into my mouth. I grip her chin and keep her there until Rhett’s groaning draws our attention away from each other.

Rhett’s clothes are discarded on the floor, and he’s sitting on the couch while Oliver kneels on the floor in between his legs. One of his hands rests on Oliver’s head, guiding him, while the other holds the spare rope to make sure Oliver behaves. Rhett groans again as Oliver sucks his cock.

“Ell,”

Wren moans.

“I wanna do that.”

“Do what? Suck Rhett’s dick?”

“I don’t care whose. Just one of you. Please, Ell?”

“Such a bad girl,”

I taunt.

“She doesn’t even care whose cock she gets.”

Groaning, Wren squirms against me. “Please?”

“Maybe they should team up,”

Rhett says.

“Suck the birthday boy’s dick together.”

“Oh, please,”

Wren groans.

Oliver raises his head, releasing Rhett’s dick with a pop.

“Whatever Ell wants, I’ll do.”

“Then get over here,”

I say as I help Wren up. While she’s still facing the guys, I squeeze her ass.

“And both of you get on your knees.”

As they move to get into position, I slip my clothes off and settle back in the chair. I relax, surveying them both. They’re kneeling next to each other and watching me expectantly. Rhett stands to one side, his arms crossed as he stares down at them. His dick is rock hard, and just the sight of it makes my mouth water.

“I knew you could be good,”

I tell Oliver.

“Go ahead.”

They seem to be able to communicate with a single glance, because both Wren and Oliver lean in and slowly lick my cock from base to tip. When they reach the top, Oliver strokes his tongue across Wren’s before moving back down my dick. She doesn’t follow, sucking on the head instead. Their faces bump as Oliver makes his way up again, but they figure out how to work together quickly.

“Fuck,”

I groan. The sensations are enough to make me lose my breath, and that’s not even accounting for what it’s like to have them both focused on me like this. If I have my way, this is going to become a regular thing.

Wren and Oliver continue working on me in tandem. I beckon for Rhett to come closer to me, grabbing on to him and yanking him down once he does. His mouth is hot against mine as I kiss him fervently.

“Enjoying yourself, pretty boy?”

He bites my bottom lip.

I groan.

“Fuck, Wren, keep sucking just like that.”

“Careful,”

Rhett chides as he pushes my chin up.

“You don’t want to finish this early on, do you?”

All I manage is a breathless moan when Rhett lowers his head. As he sucks on my neck, probably adding another hickey next to Oliver’s, I wish I could let go. But I’ve learned over the years that I like waiting. I like the buildup of lust and tension that comes from focusing on others instead of myself. It’s hard to remember that in the moment, but it’s always worth it.

“I won’t,”

I say, my voice thick. Even I don’t believe myself entirely.

Oliver leans back as Wren takes as much of my dick as she can. It hits the back of her throat, and I can feel her trying not to choke. She comes back up for air, but it only lasts for a second before she’s sucking on my cock again.

“Fuck,”

Oliver whispers as he watches with a greedy expression.

Slowly, Wren moves up and down my cock, taking more every time. While she does it, she strokes my dick with her tongue, and it rips a groan from my throat.

“Such a good girl,”

Rhett says as he crouches next to her.

“Keep sucking his cock like that, and maybe he’ll go easy on you.”

“Not a chance,”

I say half-heartedly.

That doesn’t deter Wren, though. She keeps going, moaning as she does. Fuck, it feels good. Even when she comes up to give her jaw a break, she keeps licking the underside of my cock.

“Just can’t get enough, can you?”

I stroke the top of her head.

Again, she tries to take more of my dick, but she ends up gagging enough that she has to sit back and catch her breath. Oliver takes the opportunity to drag his tongue up my cock. He swirls it around the tip while making eye contact with me, and then he sucks gently while stroking with one of his hands.

Wren doesn’t take her eyes off Oliver and me for a split second. She watches, entranced, as I thrust upward into Oliver’s mouth. I’m at a point where I just can’t stay still anymore.

“No hands,”

I tell Oliver as I grab a fistful of his hair.

Immediately, Oliver drops them and continues sucking. It feels good enough that I know I need to stop soon, but I can’t yet. Not when he’s got that greedy look in his eyes that I can never quite resist.

Oliver dips his head down as I thrust into his mouth again, and we both moan. Rhett is watching Wren, who’s still watching us, and it only makes everything feel ten times better.

“You’re dripping onto the floor, sweetheart.”

With a gasp, Wren tries to squeeze her thighs together, but Rhett yanks them apart.

“Let it happen. Show us how much of a filthy, needy slut you are for Elliot’s cock.”

Fuck, I can’t last like this.

I thrust into Oliver’s mouth one more time before releasing him. Of course, he tries for more, but he stops when I shake my head.

“Take him back to the couch,”

I instruct Rhett.

“And Wren, back up on my lap.”

Rhett stays standing and pushes Oliver onto his knees. Immediately, Oliver uses both hands to stroke Rhett’s dick.

“Slowly,”

I tell him.

“Remember, he doesn’t get to come yet, either.”

“Oh, I won’t forget,”

Oliver says.

I go back to teasing Wren, reveling in the softness of her skin and the way she shudders against me.

“More,”

she moans.

“This is torture.”

“More of what?”

I whisper in her ear. Finally, I brush the pads of my thumbs over her hard nipples. “This?”

She throws her head back until it hits my shoulder.

“Ooohhhh, yes.”

Rhett and I share a smirk as I drop one of my hands in between Wren’s legs. I’ll give her what she wants—for now.

When I lightly trace my fingers around the outside of Wren’s vulva, her whimper fills the room. Oliver’s eyes latch onto the movement of my hand, and his own slow to a halt.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

Rhett asks gruffly. He grabs a handful of Oliver’s hair and forces him to look up.

“She’s just so pretty,”

Oliver whines.

“And so wet. Please, just give me one minute with her. Or even one lick. That kiss wasn’t enough—I need more.”

“Not yet,”

I say.

“For now, focus on Rhett.”

He pouts.

“Can’t I do both?”

“Not yet,”

I repeat.

“Now either get those hands moving again or shut up and suck Rhett’s dick.”

Just as I figured he would, Oliver chooses the latter. Rhett’s eyes fall closed as Oliver takes his cock into his mouth. The grip Rhett has on Oliver’s hair doesn’t loosen. In fact, I think he tightens it.

My finger finally slides over Wren’s clit, and she gasps. Tension winds through her body as I stroke in tiny, light circles.

“You like what you see?”

I murmur.

“You like how badly Oliver wants you both? If I didn’t choose for him, he wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Mmhmm,”

she replies, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

We watch Oliver and Rhett as I continue to finger her lightly. It’s not enough to get her anywhere for a long time, but it gives her some measure of relief for the moment.

Rhett lets Oliver suck his cock for a few minutes, but then he steps back and smirks at Oliver’s protests. Crouching in front of him, Rhett takes his jaw in between two fingers and kisses him. Oliver groans and tries to grab at one of Rhett’s arms to keep him in place.

The sight sends a wave of heat through me. Wren’s breath hitches, and I realize my finger started moving faster on its own.

“Ell,”

Wren chokes out.

Shit. She’s more worked up than I thought she was.

After one more stroke of my finger, I pull my hand away. The mounting tension in Wren’s body dissolves.

“No,”

she whimpers.

“I was so close.”

I brush my finger over her clit again, keeping my touch feather-light. “Not yet.”

“Elliot, please. I need you inside of me.”

“I’m not fucking you,”

I tell her, my voice warm with a hint of laughter.

The noise of frustration that leaves her throat has my smile deepening.

“My mouth, then. Please.”

“You want me to stop?”

I taunt softly.

“I thought you wanted to come.”

She huffs.

“Like you’d let me.”

“Fair point.”

“Well, I can’t wait anymore,”

Oliver says.

“It’s been long enough.”

I hide my snicker by burying my face in Wren’s neck. From the start, I knew Oliver wouldn’t be able to last long. He’s always been impatient.

Rhett looks to me questioningly, and I give him a nod.

“Looks like you’re getting your way.”

Rhett pulls Oliver to his feet before kissing him deeply enough that Oliver’s knees go weak.

As Oliver and Rhett settle next to each other on the couch, I help Wren off my lap. I stand, and she drops to her knees in front of me.

“Goddamn,”

Oliver groans.

I lift my gaze just in time to watch Rhett grab the spare rope from Oliver’s cuffs and pull it up and back. It renders Oliver helpless with his elbows up in the air and his hands stuck behind his neck. He whimpers when Rhett wraps his other hand around Oliver’s cock.

“Stay still,”

Rhett tells him soothingly, “and don’t take your eyes off them.”

At that, I look back to Wren. She’s sitting perfectly still and staring longingly at my cock. Her lips are slightly parted, and an insatiable hunger gleams in her eyes.

“Always so patient,”

I murmur, stroking my fingers down her jawbone.

“You ready?”

In response, she nods and opens wider, so I slide my dick into her mouth. Instantly, she runs her tongue along the underside, so I push in deeper. I don’t go all the way in yet, just in case she reaches a certain point and changes her mind.

“Fuck, that’s hot,”

Oliver pants.

After fucking Wren’s mouth shallowly for a minute, I pull out. She whines and stretches toward me, which I take as a good sign.

“You still want more, love?”

“Give me all of it,”

she whispers.

Oh, Christ.

This time, when I fuck into her mouth, she adjusts so she can take me deeper. When I hit the back of her throat, I hold her head and press forward until I’m seated as deeply as I can go. I pull back an inch before sliding all the way in again, groaning as I do.

Wren gags and her eyes water, so I ease out of her. Tears drip onto her cheeks as she coughs and heaves in air.

“Too much?” I ask.

Shaking her head, she gets back into position. “Again.”

“You’re gonna make me come,”

Oliver pants.

“She’s too sexy like that.”

“Uh uh, no.”

Rhett’s hand stills on Oliver’s cock.

“You’re not coming until Elliot says you can.”

“Fuuuuuck.”

Oliver thrusts into Rhett’s hand.

“Can’t stop.”

Clicking his tongue, Rhett removes his hand entirely.

“We already told you, bad boys get punished. Is that what you want right now?”

“No,”

he groans.

“I want to come.”

I let out an amused breath that devolves into a groan when Wren starts sucking my cock.

“Can’t help yourself, can you?”

I look between her and Oliver.

“Either of you.”

Wren responds by moving her head more enthusiastically. I choke on my next breath and push some hair out of her face.

“Too good at this,” I mutter.

“Rhett,”

Oliver begs.

“I can’t stand this.”

“You can take it.”

Rhett leans in and kisses Oliver possessively.

“Let him go,”

I say.

“But don’t touch yourself, Ol.”

He groans but does as I say when Rhett releases the rope. Oliver rolls his shoulders, watching with a ravenous expression as Wren continues working up and down my cock.

I take some of her hair in my hand and gently pull her back. There’s something I want to watch all three of them do, but it’ll be easier upstairs.

“We need to move to my bedroom,”

I say as I lift Wren to her feet.

“For what?” she asks.

“You’ll see.”

I lead her out of the room, followed closely by Rhett and Ol. Upstairs, I grab Oliver’s rope and tug him toward the bed.

“Sit against the headboard. That’s it. Now Wren, get on top of him.”

I help her to make sure she doesn’t fall over.

With his hands tied, it’s a little awkward for Oliver to guide his dick into Wren as she lowers herself onto him, but they make it work. I split my attention between the two of them, not wanting to miss a single thing.

“Now ride him,”

I tell Wren.

“Ride him until you come.”

Oliver cups Wren’s chin in between his tied hands and kisses her. She rolls her hips slowly, moaning and grinding against him.

I smack her ass. “Harder.”

Wren lets out a surprised cry but obeys. She begins moving up and down, which makes Oliver groan.

“Just like that, princess. God, I love watching you like this.”

Rhett and I don’t take our eyes off them for a single moment. Wren is fucking Oliver as hard as she can, and the sight draws us in. I don’t think either of us could look away even if we wanted to—which we definitely don’t.

After a few minutes, Wren’s breaths grow harsher, and her movements slow. Her chest is heaving, and a light layer of sweat covers her forehead.

I spank her again.

“Did I tell you to slow down?”

“I—my legs are tired,”

she pants.

“I’m trying.”

I grab a bottle of lube and toss it to Rhett.

“Show her how it’s done.”

Rhett pushes Wren as far forward into Oliver as she can go. She yelps into Oliver’s neck when Rhett squirts the lube onto her.

Rhett gives her an amused look.

“You good?”

“It was colder than I expected,”

she says, moaning when Rhett spreads the lube around and slides a finger into her ass. She kisses Oliver’s neck before relaxing and closing her eyes.

“That’s it,”

Rhett murmurs as he adds another finger.

“Kiss her, O.”

Turning his head, Oliver nudges Wren’s face until she’s at a better angle. Their lips meet in a sloppy but loving kiss.

As I watch, I stroke my dick slowly. Rhett finishes prepping Wren, and by the time he’s washed his hands and come back, Oliver and Wren haven’t pulled away yet.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

She nods breathlessly, so Rhett spreads her ass cheeks before sliding in an inch or two. Whimpering, Wren drops her head to Oliver’s shoulder.

I can’t help my smile as Rhett eases into Wren. He fucks her without much force, making sure she’s adjusted.

There’s nothing in the world I find hotter than this—the three people I love the most all together, doing whatever I ask of them. No questions, just trust and obedience.

“Rhett,”

Oliver groans.

“Harder, please.”

Rhett looks to me, and the second I nod, he slams into Wren. She screams into Oliver’s shoulder. As he fucks her, he wraps a hand around Wren’s throat and lowers his lips to her ear.

“You like this, sweetheart? You like it when we both fuck you together?”

“Yes,”

she moans.

“You like that Elliot enjoys seeing you like this? Look how hard his cock is.”

He grabs her chin and turns her head so she’s looking at me.

“Oh,”

she whispers. Her eyes drift down my body, stopping on my hand, which is still wrapped around my cock.

I crawl onto the bed.

“He’s right. I love watching them do whatever they want to you.”

I kiss her, smiling against her mouth when she whimpers.

“You’re nothing but a pretty toy for them to use, aren’t you?”

“And you,”

she whispers, looking up at me with wide eyes.

My smile grows.

“That’s right.”

This whole time, Rhett hasn’t slowed his thrusts. With her hands still tied behind her back, Wren can’t do anything but take it. She’s trapped and helpless, only able to take whatever we do to her.

My guess is that it won’t take much to make Wren come, so I reach between her and Oliver and lightly pinch one of her nipples. Her gasp dissolves into a moan as Rhett wraps his hand around her throat again.

“Who do you belong to, Wren?”

he asks her.

“Whose cocks are you a filthy whore for?”

“Yours,”

she whispers.

I roll her nipple, adding enough pressure that her eyes fly open in surprise.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“I—”

She groans as Oliver sucks her other nipple into his mouth. Her eyes close again, and a telltale whimper falls from her lips.

“Say it,”

I demand.

“Say it now, Wren.”

“I belong to you,”

she cries just as she comes.

“That’s right,”

I murmur as she sobs out my name.

“All ours.”

Watching her get lost in her orgasm is mesmerizing. As she comes down, I kiss her shoulder proudly.

“I’m gonna come,”

Oliver moans.

Immediately, Rhett stops moving.

“Not yet, you aren’t.”

“FUCK.”

Oliver glares at him.

“I’m so close. Please—”

“No,”

I tell him.

“Your orgasm is mine tonight.”

Oliver looks equally disappointed and excited as Rhett pulls out of Wren. She doesn’t resist as Rhett loops his arms around her and lifts her off Oliver. He sits on his ass with his legs crossed and sets her in his lap.

“Does that mean you’ll fuck me now?”

Oliver asks, raising an eyebrow.

I don’t answer, instead straddling him and tracing a finger down his chest.

Oliver squirms.

“Please let me come.”

“You can be patient.”

“You’re having too much fun,”

he grumbles.

“That’s what birthdays are for.”

“Please? I’ll let you fuck me whenever you want.”

“You already let me fuck you whenever I want.”

“I’ll let you have the last bite of my ice cream every night for a month,”

Oliver tries.

I let out a low hum. He’s quite protective of his ice cream.

“You really that desperate?”

Oliver whines and tries to persuade me with pleading eyes. It only makes me laugh, especially when a pout forms on his features.

“All in due time,”

I murmur as I stroke his hair.

“But you want me to get what I want on my birthday, don’t you?”

He huffs.

“Of course, I do.”

“Then you can wait for me. I know you can.”

“At least kiss me? Please?”

“Mmm, that I can do.”

I capture his chin in between my thumb and forefinger. As I lean in closer, his eyes fill with need, and before my lips even touch his, he groans in anticipation. I’m tempted to sit there, a mere inch from him, just to see what he’ll do. But he deserves some sort of reward for being so patient, so I close the space between us.

Oliver’s whimper goes straight to my dick. He stretches upward as my tongue enters his mouth and tangles with his. If his hands weren’t restrained, I’m sure he’d be clinging to me in an effort to keep me from pulling away.

I wrap my hands around Oliver’s dick and stroke. He gasps into my mouth even though I keep my movements frustratingly slow. When I nip at his bottom lip, he shudders.

“No,”

he groans when I finally lean back.

“Ell, more. Please.”

“You can wait. For now, watch.”

Rhett has moved Wren so she’s on her knees with her head on the mattress. She moans into the blankets as he fucks her with hard, even strokes from behind.

“Why can’t you do that to me?”

Oliver gives me a playful pout.

I sigh.

“You never were one for patience, were you?”

After I find where Rhett put the lube, I prep Oliver while he watches Wren. I take a minute to wash my hands, and when I come back, I reposition Oliver so he’s lying on his back parallel to her.

When I come up beside Rhett, he pauses with his hands on her hips.

“Kiss me, pretty boy.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Leaning over, I brush my lips against his. Rhett grabs a handful of my hair, and immediately, the kiss turns fierce. I groan into his mouth until Oliver nudges me with his leg.

“You two can kiss later. It’s my turn now.”

Rhett lets me go and shoots Oliver a look.

“I wouldn’t get too demanding if I were you. You’re not the one in charge here.”

Oliver grins.

“Yeah, but I’m gonna get what I want anyway.”

Rhett rolls his eyes, sliding in and out of Wren slowly. She whimpers into the blankets, meeting each of his thrusts with her own.

I turn my attention back to Oliver. Guiding my lubed-up cock into him, I slowly press forward.

“Finally,”

Oliver moans.

“God, you made me wait too long for this.”

“Did I? I think I waited the perfect amount of time.”

Based on Oliver’s expression, he’s about to give me a snarky response, but then Wren screams beside us.

When I glance over, I see that Rhett’s picked up his pace. He has a firm grip on Wren’s hips, and every time he pounds into her, he pulls her into him.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?”

he taunts.

“You want to be fucked like a toy and filled to the brim with cum, don’t you, my beautiful whore?”

“Yes,”

she cries into the mattress.

Oliver moans, and I realize I started fucking him without making a conscious decision to do so. When I turn my attention back to him, I watch as my cock disappears inside of him.

“I love this,”

I groan.

“I love watching you take every inch of my cock.”

“Give it to me,”

Oliver pants.

“Give me everything you’ve got.”

And I do. Holding his legs, I fuck Oliver like I’ll die if I stop. I deprived him for his own pleasure, and now it’s time to deliver.

Oliver’s moans and whimpers join Wren’s, and I take in the sight of the four of us together like this. Anyone who thinks we aren’t meant to be together is astronomically wrong.

We’re perfect for each other.

“You’re not a mistake.”

I don’t even realize I’ve said the words until Oliver reaches out and brushes his fingers over my stomach.

“Ell, you don’t have to tell me, I—”

“And I’ll always choose you,”

I say.

“You know that, right?”

“Of course I do, Ell.”

He tries to sit up and kiss me, but I grab his chin and force him to stay still and look at me.

“You’re not a mistake,”

I repeat firmly.

“You mean everything to me.”

“I know,”

Oliver says gently.

“You don’t—”

“No. I shouldn’t’ve let her go on for so long. I should’ve kicked her out sooner.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself,” he pants.

“I’m not.”

I haven’t stopped fucking him the entire time, too caught up to slow down. But I need him to know. I need all of them to understand.

“Elliot—”

“I’ll.”

Thrust. “Always.”

Thrust. “Choose.”

Thrust. “You.”

I wrap my hand around Oliver’s cock and stroke. His breath hitches, and he tries to say something, but then I add more force to my thrusts, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Ell,”

he manages to get out on something halfway between a moan and a whine.

“I love you.”

I look from Oliver to Wren, making sure they both hear me. When I meet Rhett’s gaze, I add, “All of you.”

His hips snap forward one more time before he slows. With a breathless groan, he leans over Wren and buries his face in her hair as he comes.

Oliver finishes next, his cum coating his stomach and chest. The sight pushes me over the edge, and I lose myself in the mind-numbing sensations.

I have to catch myself to stop from falling and crushing Oliver. A groan escapes my lips as I carefully lean down and kiss him.

He grins as he looks up at me.

“Was the birthday sex everything you wanted?”

“Almost.”

My gaze falls on Wren.

“But we’re not quite done yet.”