Page 353 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
I walk up to her, my hands coming to rest on her hips. “Rhett fingered you during the show, didn’t he?”
She nods.
“And I bet he didn’t let you come.”
“He didn’t,” she whispers.
“And I bet that, even though I made you come three times this morning, and then Rhett added to that…” I trail a single finger down her chest, between her breasts, stopping when I hit the V neckline of her dress. “I bet you’re ready for more. Dirty slut.”
“I’ve been toyed with enough today,” she says impatiently. “If you edge me again, I swear, I’ll—”
“Enough,” Rhett says, and I feel his hand on my shoulder, roughly pulling me away from Wren. “I told you, you’re mine. And she’s Ell’s.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I drop to my knees in front of Rhett and unbuckle his belt. I’m not sure what he had in mind, but I don’t particularly care. This ismynight, and this is whatIwant.
Rhett doesn’t move to stop me—just watches with a raised brow as I undo his pants and pull his dick out. I stroke him a few times, feeling him harden under my touch. Only then do I lick the underside of his cock from base to tip before taking him into my mouth.
A sharp breath leaves Rhett, and he grabs onto the hair at the base of my neck. “You trying to make me come in three seconds? Jesus.”
I lean back. “Maybe if you hadn’t gotten yourself all worked up by fingering Wren during the concert, this wouldn’t be a problem.”
He shoots me a glare and guides his cock back into my mouth. “I promised Ell she’d be ready. I’m a man of my word.”
Again, I pull back. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”
“Stop. fucking. talking.” This time, when Rhett thrusts into my mouth, he holds my head so I can’t release him again. He pumps in and out relentlessly, making me gag when he hits the back of my throat.
“Oh, you can take it.” He picks up the force of his thrusts. “And I know you want it.”
He’s right. I grab onto his thighs, not to push him away but to egg him on. I’ve been hoping for this all day. There’s nothing better than losing myself in Rhett, and it’s the perfect end to my night.
When he comes, I swallow every drop of his cum. He shudders as he finishes out the tail end of his orgasm, only letting go of my head when he pulls out.
“Elliot!” Wren gasps, and when I glance over, he has her pushed up against a marble column.
“I told you, love. I can’t wait.” He kisses his way down her neck, grabbing at her body in any way he can. “Please don’t make me.”
“I wouldn’t,” she says softly, whimpering when he sucks the skin at the base of her throat. “I’m yours.”
“God,” he groans. “The things you do to me.”
“Watch them,” Rhett says as he pushes me up against the pillar right next to theirs. “Watch him fuck her and make her muffle her screams so we don’t get caught.”
As if I could take my eyes off them. Rhett undoes my pants, and once my cock is in his hand, he uses the other to pin my wrists to the column above me. He makes me spit in his hand while Elliot slides Wren’s panties to the side and plays with her clit.
“Ell, I’m ready,” she says, her breath hitching. “You don’t have to—”
“Need to,” he mumbles, sounding like he’s lost in a trance. “Need to feel how wet he made you. God, watching you both made me so fucking hard, Wren.”
“Rhett,” I grunt when he starts moving his hand faster. I try to reach for him, to hold onto him, but he presses my wrists into the hard marble.
“Be a good boy and stay still for me.” He presses a kiss to my throat. “I know you can do it, O.”
A whine escapes me, and I thrust into Rhett’s hand. It just feels too good, and he knows I’ve never been one for self control.
“You can do it,” he murmurs, his hand slowing to a maddening pace. “And I know you want it. Give yourself to me, Oliver. No thoughts, just do what I tell you, when I tell you.”
“Rhett,” I moan.
