Ruthless Desire – By Amanda Richardson #3
I see the lust blazing in their eyes. Once upon a time, they fucked like rabbits, and I loved watching every second of it. I utter the words I haven’t spoken out loud in years.
“Ledger, on the ground,” I say, the moans of the people around me making everything inside of me throb. I feel like I’ve been electrocuted in the best possible way. He does as I say, and then I sit up and pull my dress over my head.
Nothing will ever compare to the way all four of them are looking at me right now.
After being pregnant, giving birth, breastfeeding, and not taking care of my body because I was just so exhausted…
I always worry they won’t find me attractive anymore.
But as their eyes hover on my matching lingerie set, I can tell that’s not the case.
I smile as I move myself on top of Ledger.
He begins to pull his pants down, but I reach out for his wrist.
“Clothes on,” I beg, loving the idea of them being clothed and forbidden. Something about being on display, being nearly naked on top of him while they unzip themselves… it feels forbidden.
Maybe I don’t just like to watch. Maybe I do like to be watched, too.
Without warning, Ledger rips my underwear off, and I gasp.
“Bra off,” Ledger commands. I reach for the clasp, and the black lace bra falls to the floor of the dais.
Completely naked now, I lower myself onto Ledger’s cock. He groans as I adjust around him.
“God, your pussy is so fucking perfect,” Ledger grunts, rubbing my skin and bucking his hips underneath me.
From my peripheral I see a few people close by look over at us, but I’m not paying attention to them. Leaning down, I kiss him, and I feel Hunter take his position behind me. One of them must have procured lube, because I feel cool liquid drip down my back and a warm thumb against my back entrance.
Ledger moves me up and down his shaft with his hands, coating it with my arousal. I drop my mouth open, groaning. His hands move back and his fingers dig into my ass as I roll my hips, giving him the friction he craves.
“You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”
His words make me smile, giving me the confidence to ride him harder. His nails work my ass on top of him, moving me roughly up and down his cock. His depraved grunts are going to make me explode soon.
Hunter comes behind me, his hand running up my back to the front of my neck. “You want this?” he asks, his grip tightening. “You like my hand here, around your pretty little neck?”
I groan and nod. He chokes me as the head of his cock teases my ass.
A second later, he penetrates the tight ring there.
I cry out, full of both men at the same time.
This was my favorite position back in the day, and it appears that my body still loves it.
I can feel my pussy flutter around Ledger’s shaft, while Hunter breathes heavily behind me.
“Come here,” I beg, my voice hoarse and uneven as I look at Samson and Ash. “I want to watch you fuck,” I state.
They drop into position quickly. Ash goes to his knees as Samson unsheathes himself. He knows I love his cock ring. I see his shaft bob in front of Ash’s mouth, and Ash takes him deep as he hisses.
It’s moments like this that make me realize how tight we really are—how close, how connected.
Samson moans as he fucks Ash’s mouth. I whimper as Hunter’s hand tightens around my throat.
Ledger reaches down to my clit, rubbing two fingers in circles.
It feels like too much all at once—the pressure from both filling me and watching Samson’s mouth drop open as Ash takes him into the back of his throat.
I love them, and I love this—the carnal, ruthless desire we all share.
I’m so glad we’ve still got it. So glad we can still have moments like this.
Suddenly, a lightning-quick orgasm tears through me.
I feel my pussy contract around Ledger’s cock. I whimper as I say their names—all four of them. My body is pulsating, and my toes curl underneath me as I throw my head back. His fingers are still working my clit, and Hunter pounds into me from behind, making one orgasm roll seamlessly into another.
“Choke me harder,” I beg my stepbrother.
Those are three words I never thought I’d utter again after having a baby, but here we are.
I spray Ledger as my pussy tightens around him, my second climax stronger than the first. I arch my back as he slaps my clit, and I’m shaking, trembling, completely and totally at their mercy as Hunter tightens his grip on my neck.
I can feel him throb inside of my ass, filling it as Ledger roars, his body wet with my come.
Jesus.
Hunter pulls out and I finish riding Ledger. He moves me hard on his cock, and we both watch as he slows his tempo, his head knocking back onto the dais as ropes of come hit my cervix. His cock pulses inside of me, and I smile down at him as he closes his eyes.
“Fuck,” he says, rubbing his mouth.
Samson pulls out of Ash’s mouth. “My turn,” he says, his gaze dark and heady.
Ledger pulls out of me, his seed spilling out and down my thighs.
Instead of taking me there in the center of the dais, Samson pulls me up and hoists me around him so he’s carrying me. I wrap my legs around his waist, grinning as my arms curl around his neck.
“Be a good girl and let us come inside of you now,” he murmurs, and I gasp as he thrusts into me at the same time as Ash—who takes my ass.
“Oh God,” I whimper as Ash’s hands come around to Samson’s. Together, they hold me up—supporting me, lifting me, and pounding into me. I twist my neck to kiss Ash, and then I kiss Samson as Ash kisses the back of my neck. I feel so full, so stretched, so fulfilled.
“We need to do this more often,” Ash grumbles from behind me.
“We sure do,” Samson agrees.
I move my hips in response, and they both go still as I buck up and down their thick lengths.
“Fuck, Briar,” Samson says, pulling his lower lip into his mouth as he watches me fuck him. “This is so hot.”
“Come for us, little lamb,” Ash commands from behind me. “Ride our cocks until this floor is soaking with your come.”
I undulate my hips, somehow moving up and down enough to give them both friction.
I feel Ash’s cock stiffen in my ass and then he grabs my hips as he comes.
It sends a climax skittering down my spine, and I cry out as wave after wave of pulsing pleasure flash through me.
I can hear how wet I am, and it only spurs Samson on.
He roars as he fills me, as his shaft hardens even more and he empties inside of me.
Once we’re done, we stay locked together for a minute, breathing heavily. Finally, they place me back down on my feet, and I wobble a bit. Hunter is there to catch me immediately, holding me so that we can catch our breaths.
I’m completely soaked with sweat, come, and who knows what else. My hair is sticking to the back of my neck. We’re all quiet, all coming down from the high. I look around, remembering where we are. God, did we just do that in a room full of people?
I’d forgotten there were other people in the room.
The guys are so good at making me feel like the only girl here.
“Well, that was fun,” Hunter says, reaching over and using a disposable wipe to clean me up.
“Where the hell did that wipe come from?” I ask, looking around.
Ledger smirks, fully clothed again. “They’re handing them out. Like on an airplane, except instead of your face, it’s for your?—”
“Yeah, got it,” I say on a laugh. Hunter finishes, helping me up and back into my bra. “You ruined my underwear,” I tell Ledger accusingly.
“Worth. It,” he says, grinning.
When everyone is dressed, we walk back upstairs to the bar.
“Should we get another drink and then go to dinner?” I ask, looking at Ledger. It is his birthday, after all. The four of them just stare at me. “What?”
Hunter smirks, handing me a glass of wine. “Oh, little lamb. We’re just getting started.”
Hunter
I feel thoroughly satiated by the time the club closes. Satiated and completely emptied out. I smile as I drive us home, I look over at Briar, who is sleeping in the back between Ledger and Ash. Samson is in the passenger seat, staring out of the window.
“I miss Easton,” he says, huffing a laugh.
I grin. “I couldn’t wait to get away for a night, but now all I want is to snuggle up with him.”
“Funny how that works, huh?”
I nod. “Yep. Now that he’s like a little kid, it’s so much easier. Remember how hard it was when he was a baby?”
“So much poop.” We both laugh, and Samson is quiet for a few seconds. “Do you ever want another one?” he asks, his voice unsure.
I look back in the rear-view mirror as I pull off the highway, nearly to Greythorn.
“Sometimes. I think of the love we have with Easton, and how awesome it would be to bring another kid into the world.” Shrugging, I look at Samson as I pull up to a red light. “But it’s not up to us, is it?”
Samson shakes his head. “I know. I’ll support her, no matter what.”
I smile when I look at Briar in the rear-view mirror again.
The idea of another child has come up a few times since Easton was born.
I know how hard pregnancy was for her, and especially the postpartum period.
She wasn’t herself for a couple of years after he was born.
I know she loves being a mom, but I wouldn’t fault her for stopping at one.
After all, she has all of us, too. It’s not like we’re lacking in the large family department.
At the end of the day, it’s her choice, and we’ll all support her, no matter what.
We pick Easton up from my dad and Aubrey’s house.
He hardly moves when we bring him up to his bedroom and tuck him into his toddler bed.
When I shut the door, I see Briar looking at me from the doorway of our bedroom across the hallway.
I hear the other guys getting ready for bed in the bathroom, laughing about something.
If there’s one thing our house lacks, it’s silence.
Walking over to her, I pull her into me, brushing her hair out of her face. She’s in her favorite flannel pajamas, and has toothpaste on her lower lip. Her hair is pulled up into a ponytail, and her face is free of makeup.
“What?” she asks, tilting her face to look up at me.
I kiss her nose before trailing down to her lips, pulling away and smiling.
“As amazing as you looked tonight, I prefer this version of you,” I murmur.
I swear I see the hint of a blush bloom on her cheeks. “Really? But the whole reason I wanted to go out tonight was because?—”
I place a finger on her lips. “ This is our life, Briar. Tonight was great, and a hell of a lot of fun,” I say smoothly. “But I prefer our real life. The messy, crazy, rushed life we have here together with Easton.”
Her eyes twinkle. “You’re right,” she says slowly. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t go back.”
I smirk. “Or make more of an effort to make you come four times in a row.”
Her smile widens. “Or that.”
I reach down and pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder as she squeals.
“Starting tonight.”
Thank you so much for reading! If you’ve read Ruthless Crown and Ruthless Queen, I hope this extended epilogue was satisfying! If you haven’t read either of the Ruthless Royals books, you can start Briar’s story in Ruthless Crown here !
Amanda Richardson writes from her chaotic dining room table in Yorkshire, England, often distracted by her husband and two adorable sons. When she's not writing contemporary and dark, twisted romance, she enjoys coffee (a little too much) and collecting house plants like they're going out of style.