Page 115 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One
My eyes widen. Is he—oh god.
“Have you changed your mind?”
I shake my head.
“Then don’t keep him waiting, sweetheart.”
With Rhett and Oliver watching me, I undo my pants and slide my hand into my underwear. After I’ve coated my fingers, I pull them out, holding them up and showing Rhett. They glisten in the light.
“Start with one finger. Gently.”
With my index finger, I circle his hole once, twice, getting it lubed up. Then I slide it in slowly. Elliot moans, his fists clenching, and I look to Rhett.
He nods, so I keep going, moving my finger in and out until Elliot loosens up a bit.
“Add the second.”
I do, gently, little by little.
“Relax, Elliot.”
He does, taking a few deep breaths. My fingers move in and out of him with ease.
“Find his prostate and massage it with your fingers. Rub them against it.”
When I find it, Elliot grunts. I rub it lightly, not sure if too much will hurt him since I’ve never done this before.
Rhett is still stroking his dick, watching his face with a smirk. “You like her fingering your ass? Gonna make you come?”
“Fuck,” Elliot grits out. “More.”
“Add a little more pressure, sweetheart.”
I do, and Elliot lets out a loud moan. It sends a wave of pride through me, knowing I’m partially responsible for it.
Once I find a rhythm, it doesn’t take long before Elliot comes all over his stomach and Rhett’s hand. When Rhett nods to me, I pull out my fingers.
“So messy,” Rhett chides, staring at the cum on his fingers. “You’d better clean it up, pretty boy.” He holds his hand out in front of Elliot’s face, and I watch with fascination as Elliot licks it clean. “Now get on your knees. You have a job to finish.”
Elliot moves to the floor quickly, kneeling in front of Rhett and taking his cock into his mouth with a moan. Swearing, Rhett lets his head fall back, and his eyes slide shut.
“Just like that, Ell. Maybe I’ll give you two gold stars.”
With a strangled grunt, Elliot continues, grabbing onto Rhett’s thighs for balance. I glance to Oliver, and he seems enraptured by the sight of Elliot on his knees for Rhett.
“You ready?” Rhett says after a minute, his voice strained. “You’re too fucking good at this, Ell.”
Elliot lets out a strangled grunt of confirmation.
With a groan, Rhett comes down Elliot’s throat, just like he said he would. When he pulls out, he falls to his knees, taking Elliot’s face in his hands and kissing him roughly.
“Next time,” Elliot pants, “I’m in charge.”
Rhett smirks. “We’ll see.”
Chapter ten
Rhett
