Page 89 of Ruthless Desires, Vol. Two (Ruthless Desires Series Extended Editions #2)

Elliot

When I finally release Wren’s nipple, she’s panting and watching me with hooded eyes. I pull up the strap of her dress so she’s covered again before kissing her hard and deep.

My hands trail down her body, tracing over her thighs. The slit in her dress goes high, but not high enough for what I need. So I take the fabric in my hands and yank, the sound of the material ripping filling the room.

“Elliot!”

Wren exclaims.

“I like this dress.”

“I’ll buy you another one.”

I’m already crouching, her panties halfway down her legs. I press a kiss to her thigh as I help her step out of them.

“Fuck,”

Oliver mutters when he sees the dark red lace.

“You wear those for me, princess?”

“Of course I did.”

“Doesn’t matter,”

Rhett says, his hand possessively wrapping around Oliver’s throat.

“He’s mine for the night.”

“Hey.”

Oliver nuzzles Rhett’s neck.

“I know. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Good,”

Rhett growls.

“And you…”

I stand, shove Wren’s panties into my pocket, and yank her into me.

“Tonight, you’re all mine, love.”

My lips are on hers in a split second. Whatever irritation at me for ripping her dress dissolves. Wren leans into me, her hands gripping my suit jacket. When I slide my tongue against hers, she melts and pulls me closer.

“Need to be inside you.”

My hands trail down Wren’s sides, and I bury my face in her neck, breathing deeply.

“Need to fuck you, Wren.”

“Then do it,”

she whispers, placing a soft kiss right below my ear.

“Do it now, Ell.”

In one swift movement, I undo my pants and pull out my cock. Kissing her, I lift one of her legs and hook it around my hip. Reaching between us, Wren guides my dick into her. I don’t wait, slamming into her in one go. It rips a groan from me that’s so guttural, so full of relief, that Wren’s mouth drops open in surprise.

“Needed this.”

I crush my mouth to hers, not caring that the kiss is sloppy.

“Needed you.”

“Ell—ahhh.”

Her eyes roll into the back of her head as I thrust into her again.

“Need more. Need you to…”

I don’t finish, snaking my arms around the inside of her thighs and picking her up. Her legs are dangling over my arms, my body pressing hers into the column, my hands clutching at the veined marble.

“Elliot!”

As I move in and out of her, I watch her eyes go wide. This angle always does it for her. She loses all ability to think—and often to speak. So when her gaze turns hazy, her eyes unfocused, I only drive into her harder. The column takes some of her weight, making it a little bit easier on me, but I’m still holding most of it.

“You…”

Her head falls back as she struggles to form words.

“You’re gonna make me…”

“Just let it happen, love. I’m close, too.”

There’s no way I couldn’t be after this morning. I had the image of her spread out on the kitchen table, tied up and begging Rhett to let her come, burned into my mind all day. And then when he came in her mouth, and then Oliver kissed her?

God. I thought I was going to come from the sight alone.

Wren gasps out my name, and I realize she’s coming, wave after wave crashing over her. She doesn’t scream or cry out. It’s rare that we’re actually able to make her orgasm like this, and it’s always so different than when we’re playing with her clit.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she lets out a small, strained whimper. The sound does me in, grabbing me by the throat and yanking me over the edge with her. I bury my face in her neck and slow my movements, trying to draw out the moment. A shudder rolls through my body as I groan against her skin.

Distantly, the low rumble of Rhett’s voice as he talks Oliver through his orgasm registers in my mind. So does Oliver’s high-pitched shout.

“Wren,”

I breathe as I pull out and carefully set her down.

She wobbles for a moment before gaining her balance. Only then do I let her go to zip up my pants. Once I’m done, I pull Wren’s panties out of my pocket.

“Let me help you,”

I say, kneeling.

While leaning against the column, she steps into the panties, and I pull them up her legs. As I do, I press worshipful kisses to her thighs, relishing in the softness of her skin. I was only gone for a few days, but god, I missed her so much.

Once Wren’s as presentable as she can be, we turn to Rhett and Oliver. Ol is in the middle of licking his cum off Rhett’s fingers, his hands still pinned above his head. Rhett is murmuring something to him that I can’t quite catch, his lips placed right next to Oliver’s ear.

Something inside me settles. Relaxes. I hate being away from these three, and having us all together again in the same room is the final reminder my brain needs that I’m home.

Rhett pulls back slightly, and he zips up and buttons Oliver’s pants lazily, as if he’s got all the time in the world. As he does, Wren slips her hand to mine and places a kiss on my cheek.

Warmth spreads through me, along with a deep satisfaction. I glance between the three of them.

“I love you all. And I’m really, really happy to be back.”

“We love you, too, Ell,”

Oliver says.

“And I’m glad you made it here in time,”

Wren says, running a hand over my hair.

Rhett slides an arm around Oliver’s shoulders, a soft smile spreading across his features when his gaze lands on me.

“C’mon. Let’s get you home.”