Page 29 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
“I think I handled it pretty well.”
“You did.” Rhett places a hand on my back and kisses the top of my head. “I’m proud of you, sweetheart.”
Elliot gives me a long look, searching my face, before going back to cutting vegetables. “Food should be ready in a half hour.”
Rhett disappears into our bedroom, and a minute later, I hear the shower running.
“Do you need help?” I ask Elliot.
He shakes his head. “I’ve got it covered. Just relax, love.”
Lowering myself onto one of the couches, I angle myself to watch Oliver, only to find he’s already watching me. He’s still playing the piano, filling the room with a soft, light melody. When our eyes lock, he swiftly ends his song.
“You didn’t have to stop.”
He stands, not taking his eyes off me for a split second. “There are other things I’d rather do.”
Desire curls through my stomach. “Oh?”
“Like I said, princess. You’re too pretty not to kiss.” He leans over me, placing his hands on the back of the couch on either side of my head. The last thing he says before sealing his lips to mine is, “Can’t fucking help myself.”
In an instant, the heated need I felt on the plane comes crashing back. I grip Oliver’s shirt, dragging him closer until he’s straddling me. His hands move to my face, angling my head however he pleases.
Moaning into his mouth, I arch upward. He smells clean, like he’s freshly showered and lotioned, and his skin is soft when I grab his arms.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” His mouth leaves mine, and he presses a trail of kisses down my body as he sinks onto the ground in between my legs.
“So have I,” I pant.
Now his lips are against my lower thighs, at the spot where the skirt of my dress ends. “Tell me you want me, princess.”
“I do.”
He groans. “Thank fuck.” Slowly, ever so slowly, he kisses up my thighs. The fabric of my skirt bunches up in his fists until he flips it over my stomach. “I like it when you wear dresses. Gives me easy access.”
“Good thing I packed lots.” I slip my panties down my legs without him even asking. As he watches, his eyes flare with lust, so I slow my movements.
He clicks his tongue. “Tease.” The second I have them all the way off, he snatches my panties and slides them into his pants pocket.
“Hey!”
Oliver shrugs. “Should’ve held onto them tighter. They’re mine now.”
Elliot laughs from the kitchen. “Are you really surprised, love?”
I do a poor job keeping my smile hidden. “No.”
Oliver grabs my thighs, shoving them up and open, forcing me onto my back. He’s seemingly too focused on me to care about what Elliot just said. “So fucking beautiful,” he mutters, shaking his head slightly. “Unbelievable.”
With that, he leans down and gives me a single lick. I’m so sensitive, so desperate, that my body jerks in response. He does it again, spreading my arousal to my clit, before he sucks on it gently.
“Oh,shit.”
He moans deeply before pulling away. “Hold your legs open.”
I grab them, keeping them spread as his hands trail down my inner thighs. Oliver bows his head, flicking his tongue over my clit repeatedly. I do my best not to squirm, but it’s hard to stay still when it feels so good. When he slides a finger into me, I can’t help but whimper.
He slips another finger inside me, pumping them in and out. For a few seconds, he tries out different angles until one has me gasping. Then he sucks on my clit, continuing to work that angle with his fingers.
