Page 30 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
I’m not one to come quickly, even if it feels really good. My body just needs time. But today, I’ve been ridiculously turned on since my make out session with Oliver. All the tension and neediness forces my orgasm to slam into me much faster than normal.
I’m not sure how soundproof these walls are, and I doubt our neighbors want to hear me coming, so I move to cover my mouth. But my hands are instantly ripped away.
“Don’t youdare,”Elliot growls just as I cry out. He pins my wrists to the back couch cushions, watching me as I fall apart.
Pleasure courses through my veins, chased by embarrassment. What if someone heard? Oh god, what if someone figures out it was me?
“Ell,” I whine, and even that’s too loud. “Ahhh, someone could…fuck,Oliver!”
Oliver hasn’t slowed his fingers at all, although he’s moved his mouth away from me. He licks his lips and grins. “Delicious. You want a turn, Ell?”
“You really think I’d say no to that?” Tossing his towel onto an empty cushion, Elliot rounds the couch. “Move over.”
I get about two seconds of relief before Elliot is kneeling in between my legs. He circles my clit with his tongue, keeping the movement slow and gentle.
Oliver sits on the opposite couch. He crosses his legs, relaxing and stretching his arms out on the back cushions. As he watches us, he smirks at me.
For a few minutes, I’m able to keep my moans quiet. But as I get more and more worked up, they get louder. I clamp my hands over my mouth again, praying desperately no one heard me the first time.
Elliot lifts his head and glares. “I’d move your hands if I were you.”
“What are you gonna do, punish her?” Oliver teases.
“No, I’ll let Rhett do that.”
My eyes widen, and I let my hands fall onto the cushions. I have no desire to get spanked today.
“That’s what I thought,” Elliot murmurs before dipping his head down and catching my clit between his lips. He sucks, yanking a cry from my lungs that I’ve been trying to hold back.
“Ell,” I sob. “Someone’s going to hear.”
“They’ll live.”
I groan as he dives back in.
When I come, I manage not to scream, but my moans are still loud. In retaliation, I grab onto Elliot’s hair, pulling harder than I need to. The joke’s on me, though, because when he pulls away, he’s grinning.
Leaning back, his heated gaze rakes over me. “If we had more time, I’d…” He stops, laughs to himself, and shakes his head. “Never mind.”
I push myself into a sitting position. “What?”
He’s still smiling. “Nothing, love. You’ll find out eventually.”
I narrow my eyes at him, but then Oliver stands and meanders over to us. He kneels on the couch cushion next to me, takes my chin in between his thumb and forefinger, and presses his lips to mine. The annoyance I’m feeling dissolves instantaneously, and I stretch upward to get closer.
“I want to fuck you,” Oliver says in between kisses, “while Ell fucks me. How does that sound?”
Those two orgasms may have knocked the breath out of me, but I still manage an enthusiastic nod. I’ve thought about it—fantasized—looked it up and watched it. Never in a million years did I think I’d get to experience it.
Until them, anyway.
“Please,” I say.
Oliver turns to Elliot. “Did you pack lube?”
He swats Oliver’s ass. “Of course I packed lube. Who the fuck do you think I am?”
Elliot stands and immediately tears Oliver’s shirt over his head. I go for his belt buckle, undoing it swiftly before pulling his pants and boxers down.
