Page 141 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One
Elliot flips Wren onto her stomach, pulling her so her ass is up in the air but her head is pressed into the mattress. She’s right on the edge of the bed, and we have a perfect view of just how wet she is.
Elliot has his pants undone in record time. He steps up to her, stroking her ass. “You ready, love?”
“If you wait one more second, I will literally,actuallydie, Elliot.”
He laughs, sliding into her, and she moans. Not even bothering to go slowly this time around, he grabs her hips, slamming into her repeatedly. She meets each of his thrusts with one of her own, and she’s so sensitive that she comes in under a minute, screaming into the mattress.
“Fuck,” Oliver says under his breath.
I tighten my hold on him with one arm, letting the other wander up his body until it meets his neck. I don’t grab it, just stroke his pulse point with my thumb.
I’m not normally this cuddly, especially during sex, but if it’s what Oliver wants from me, it’s what he’s getting. It already kills me that I hurt him.
That’s not what I was trying to do. I promise.
One of Wren’s hands snakes in between her legs as Elliot pounds into her from behind. She looks lost in a pleasure-filled world of her own, and when her finger finds her clit, she lets out a muffled cry into the blankets.
“Muffle your screams one more time, and I’ll make you regret it.”
“How many times do you think we can make her come tonight?” Oliver whispers.
“I’m willing to find out. How many times did she come when she was with you?”
“Two. So that was her third.”
“Do you want two of us to fill you at the same time, love?”
“Please,” she whimpers.
I grab the lube from his nightstand and hand it to him before returning to Oliver. Ell takes no time getting the lube onto a finger and smearing it over her tight little hole.
“Deep breaths, love,” Elliot says.
She gasps them in, her eyes falling closed. It doesn’t take too long to prep her, considering she’s already fucked into relaxation. By the time Elliot has three fingers in her, all while he’s still fucking her, she’s barely holding on for dear life.
“Oh my god,” Oliver says to me. “She’s going to comeagain.”
We watch as she falls apart, screaming Elliot’s name. After all the teasing and edging we did to her, she must be so sensitive. Which is exactly what I wanted.
Slowing, Elliot leans over her body, stroking her hair. She whimpers when he kisses her shoulder, murmuring something in her ear.
Oliver turns in my arms so he’s looking up at me. “Finish up with her before you start with me. I have no desire to be toyed with.” He purses his lips. “Well, teased, at least.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“I’m still all yours tonight,” he says, kissing my jaw and then my neck. “Elliot knows. And so does Wren. But I didn’t put that mascara on her for nothing.”
“I didn’t miss that,” I murmur in his ear.
“You’re welcome.” He nudges me toward the bed.
After stripping, I climb on, settling on the edge with my legs hanging off. Elliot thrusts into Wren a few more times before pulling out.
“Go to him,” he says, grabbing the lube again.
Slowly, she does. Her entire body is trembling, and after she straddles me and sinks down onto my cock, she rests her head on my shoulder.Hmm.She might be farther gone than I thought.
“Are you going to be able to handle more after this?” I say, stroking her back and pressing a kiss to her hair.
