Page 12 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
She whimpers again, arching into me. Fuck, I love the sounds she makes.
“Give me your hands.”
“What?”
“Put them behind your back.” It’s not like I can tie her up in the middle of the museum, but that doesn’t mean I can’t restrain her. I love seeing her squirm and wiggle helplessly as she comes.
After she obeys, I grab her wrists, holding them in place. Her fingers brush against my dick, and I groan. If I knew we could get away with it, I’d bend her over and fuck her right here. But I know I won’t be able to keep an eye out for anyone else wandering through.
“Ell,” she moans. Her body is so riddled with tension that she’s beginning to tremble.
“Are you close, love?”
“So close.” She tries to turn her head to look at me.
“Uh uh. You know what you should be focusing on.” My finger slows.
“Ell, please. I want to kiss you.”
“And I want you to be a good girl and do as I say so I can let you come.”
The helpless sound she makes has me hiding a smirk in her hair. She tries to free her arms, but I keep my grip on her wrists firm.
“Look at the painting, love.”
She acquiesces, staring at it.
“That’s it,” I murmur, picking up the pace of my finger again. When she shudders against me, I pepper her neck with kisses. And then she comes apart silently in my arms, throwing her head back until it hits my shoulder. “Look. at. the. painting.”
With a quiet sob, she does. I’m still stroking her clit with a feather-light touch, not letting her come down all the way.
“Tell me what else you see.”
“Ell, I can’t—ahhh—” Her knees go weak momentarily, but she’s able to catch herself.
“Lean against me and do as I say, Wren.”
“Shit.The—the brushstrokes. They added a lot of details to the pine trees, with all those tiny lines. The artist didn’t have to, but they did anyway.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard.” I pull my hand out of her pants and lick my fingers clean. “Delectable.”
She whimpers, squirming, but I still have her wrists pinned behind her. Gently, I let go and spin her around. Her eyes instantly flit to my mouth, and they flare slightly when I lick my lips, savoring the taste of her.
“Ell, please.” She rises onto her tiptoes, clutching my sweater.
With my clean hand, I cup her chin and kiss her softly. I eat up her moans, moving my lips more hungrily when she wraps her arms around my neck.
She sighs against my mouth. “I love tasting myself on you.”
Pulling away, I gaze into her eyes. The forest green eyeshadow is almost exactly the same shade as the sweater, and it does wonders for her. Maybe I’m biased, but I don’t care. “If I could, I’d never let any of you wear another color.”
She laughs. “No wonder Oliver kept this.”
I kiss her again—can’t fucking help it. And then my hand is sliding into her panties like it has no other purpose but to please her. “Come for me again,” I whisper.
She moans, her nails digging into my shoulders through my clothes. As I swipe a finger over her clit, she bites her lip to keep herself quiet. Normally I’d tell her to be loud, but this isn’t the place for that, no matter what I said earlier.
I hear footsteps to my right. When I turn to look, it’s just Ol and Rhett. Oliver’s eyes are lit up with amusement.
