Page 96 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One
Slipping my fingers under his shirt, I tug it up until he pulls it over his head. Before I even realize what I’m doing, my lips are on his hot skin, pressing kisses to his tattoos. I linger over the butterfly on his ribcage for a second, remembering our conversation the other night about Rhett’s little sister.
She meant the world to all of us.
“Wren,” he groans as my lips trail down his stomach. He pulls me up. “Don’t distract me.”
Before I can protest, he’s lowered himself onto the mattress. He flips over onto his back, tugging me forward a bit. Then his hands are on my hips, forcing me to lower myself onto his face.
He groans, pressing a kiss to my clit before sucking on it. I cry out, falling forward but managing to catch myself. My hands fist the blankets as his tongue caresses me lightly, gently.
“Elliot,” I pant. “More. Please.”
With a low laugh that vibrates through me, he adds more pressure, circling my clit. I moan, so he continues just like that, letting out a sound of lustful appreciation. And with every noise I make, his enthusiasm grows.
Any time a man has eaten me out, I’ve always doubted whether they enjoyed it. IknowAdam never did, since he always avoided doing it. But with Elliot—hell, with all three of these men—there’s no doubt in my mind. It almost feels like they enjoy it as much as I do.
It’s… freeing.
I rest my head on his thigh, and he grunts, his grip on my hips tightening. He’s hard, his dick pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
That can’t be comfortable.
Balancing myself with one hand, I use the other to undo the button of his pants. When I slide the zipper down, he stops.
“This is about you, Wren. Not me.”
“Maybe I want this. As long as you want it, too.”
With a squeeze to one of my thighs, he says, “There’s no way I wouldn’t.”
It’s difficult to push his clothes down enough to get his cock out, especially when he sucks my clit into his mouth, but I manage after a minute. Then I press a kiss to his hip bone before swirling my tongue around his tip. As I take him into my mouth, he groans, and it sends a rush of enthusiasm through me.
I move up and down gently, sucking lightly. My thoughts are hazy and slow, my focus split between the sparks of pleasure coursing through me and the way Elliot feels in my mouth.
After a few minutes, he thrusts into me, hitting the back of my throat. He swears, doing it again, his hands on my legs tightening.
“No,” I say, grabbing onto his hips. “I want to take my time. Please?”
He gives me a long, slow lick. “You don’t have to beg, love. I’m pretty sure I’d let you do anything you wanted to me.” Then he goes back to sucking my clit, sending a shudder through me.
It doesn’t take long before I’m close to coming again. With the way he’s sucking and moving his tongue, there’s no way I can last.
“Elliot,” I gasp, popping his cock out of my mouth. I stroke him with my hand. “Oooh god,” I say when he picks up his pace with his tongue.
My eyes slide closed, and it’s all I can do to keep my hand moving as my orgasm hits. As I cry out, I bury my face in his thigh to muffle the sound. He lets up, pressing gentle kisses to my skin.
I go back to sucking his dick, taking as much of him in as I can without gagging. He doesn’t try to take control, just lets out a series of groans. Then I feel him touching me, his fingers lightly brushing over my entrance.
“Shit, love. You’re getting even wetter. Does this turn you on?”
“Mmhmm,” I moan into his dick, cupping his balls. I’m enjoying this too much to stop.
“Fuck.”
It’s the only warning I get, but the way he says it—strained and breathless—is enough of an indicator. I swallow his cum, making sure not to miss a drop, until his body goes limp under me.
Crawling off of him, I give him a grin and lick my lips.
“Don’t do that again,” he says, panting.
