Page 32 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
Oliver’s body is pressed too closely to mine for me to be able to reach, but I’m okay with that. Oliver is hitting a spot inside of me that feels like heaven, and if he adjusts to give me room, the angle will change. I won’t come from this, but I don’t want him to stop. Besides, I kind of like the thought of not coming again.
“I don’t need to,” I say.
He frowns. “But—”
“Use me. Please.”
Oliver grunts, his eyes lighting up. “You want to be our plaything, princess?”
I nod, keeping my gaze on him as Elliot’s thrusts make Oliver move inside me.Fuck,it feels good.
“Youdomake a pretty toy,” Elliot says. “Both of you do.”
Just then, Elliot picks up his pace. It forces a gasp out of me, and I grab onto Oliver’s arms and hold on for dear life.
“Shiiiit,” Oliver groans. He tries to move too, but he can’t match Elliot, so he stops.
“That’s it,” Elliot pants. “Just take it. I’ll use you, and you use her.”
“I… can’t… last…” Oliver is barely able to get the words out. He shudders against me and lets out a helpless moan.
“Kiss him, love. Make him come.”
Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, I tug Oliver down. When our lips meet, his body goes stiff. Elliot is still pounding into him, holding onto my ankles for leverage, and it has all of us breathless.
I never want this to end.
Oliver cries out against my lips. Then his cry dissolves into a series of moans as he comes. I wrap my arms around him, kissing him until he’s an unraveled, limp mess in my arms.
Ell pulls out of him. “On the floor on your knees, now. Both of you.”
Groaning, Oliver pushes himself off of me. He’s still too sated to go quickly, so I end up kneeling first. With one hand, Elliot runs his fingers over my hair, and with the other, he continues stroking his cock.
“You want my cum?”
I nod.
“Or should I give it to Oliver?”
Dropping onto the floor next to me, Oliver says, “Please, Ell.”
Elliot grabs a fistful of Oliver’s hair and pulls, forcing him to crawl closer. “Shit, I love having both of you like this. So eager to please, aren’t you?”
“I’ll do anything you want,” Oliver begs. “I want you to cover me with your cum.”
Elliot smirks. “See what I mean about the negotiating, love?”
Oliver whines impatiently.
“You can have it,” Elliot says soothingly. “No worries, Ol.”
Arching upward, Oliver watches intently, waiting. My eyes flit between the two of them, loving Oliver’s eager expression and Elliot’s pleasured one. His gaze doesn’t leave Oliver, even as he starts to fall over the edge and he has to fight to keep his eyes open.
“Fuck,” Elliot groans. His cum falls onto Oliver’s chest, and his hand slows. “You’re so fucking sexy with my cum all over you.”
Once he’s finished, none of us move for a moment. Elliot hasn’t stopped staring at Oliver, and I’m still looking between the two of them, caught up in the intense moment they just had.
“Look at all of it,” Oliver says, gazing down at his chest. “Fuck.”
