Page 161

Story: Mutual Obsession

“Fuck, your arse is so tight. I’m going to fill you with my cum,” he growls against my ear.

“Yes,” I sigh, the word dragging out as it turns into a moan. “Please, fill me up. Can I come too?”

“You want to come with my cock in your arse? Can you come without me even touching your dick?” Miles asks, his voice raspy as he gasps for air, not slowing his relentless pace.

“I-I think I can. Y-you hit this spot, and it’s like I-I can’t control it.”

Miles let out a deep moan, like that the hottest thing he’s ever heard, before he bites down on my neck, making me cry out once more. “Come like a good little slut while I fill your arse.”

Miles thrusts into me several more times, going as deep as he can to ensure he hits my prostate each time. My cries of pleasure turn frantic, as I feel the sensation of my release beginning to build. It’s such a weird experience to know I’m about to come without even touching my cock, but I have no control over it.

Miles lets out a deep moan, and I feel his cock pulsating as he shoots his load deep into my arse, and that’s all I need to comemyself. Ropes of cum shoot from my dick, plastering the wall and my stomach as Miles paints my inside with his.

Miles holds onto me as he gently rocks into my arse, drawing out the last of his orgasm, so he doesn’t waste any of his cum. He presses kisses against my neck and back, in between him panting for air, and if it weren’t for the tight hold he has on my hips, I’d have fallen to the floor by now.

“I can’t believe you came without me touching you. That was really fucking hot,” he whispers into my ear, making me shudder.

“It was such a weird feeling, but in a fucking great way,” I tell him, and he chuckles. I fix him with a pointed stare. “Maybe I’ll show you some day.”

His smile turns wicked as his eyes darken, and I can feel his spent cock twitching in my arse. “I’ll look forward to it.” The deep, husky tone of his voice makes my stomach flip.

He turns my face as much as he can and captures his lips with mine, kissing me passionately as he pulls his dick out, leaving my throbbing arsehole gaping. I hiss into his mouth as my rim stings. Though the pain is quickly soothed when I feel his cum dribble over my stretched hole.

Miles takes a step back, so he can watch his cum seeping from me, and the possessive heat in his eyes sets my body on fire. I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting this fucking gorgeous man.

I watch in amazement as Miles reaches down and scoops up some of the cum that’s dripping from my arse, before gently pushing it back inside. I hiss and whimper as his finger pushes past my abused, sensitive rim.

“I want to drive home knowing your arse is full of my cum,” he growls possessively, and I can’t help but smile.

“So we’re not showering like we said?” I joke, and Miles shakes his head.

“We can change, but I think we should save our shower for when we’re home with Indie,” he tells me, his eyes darkening at the mention of our girl.

He pulls his fingers out once more, making me hiss, then moan, before taking a step back. I drag my gaze over his body, taking in the blood that’s dried on his forearms and face, which I’m sure I will have on me too. Our clothes took most of the spray, but we still have some blood splatter on our exposed flesh.

“We should wash off the blood, though. I don’t think Indie will find it as hot as we do,” I admit, and Miles chuckles again.

“She’s not as sick and twisted as we are,” he says, kissing my lips once more.

“No, she’s way too pure.”

“There’s still plenty of time for us to corrupt her,” Miles replies with that cocky smirk of his.

I shake my head. “No, we need to keep her pure. She balances us out that way.”

He pauses for a second, thinking it over. “She will always be the good one in the relationship, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still ruin you both in the best possible way. I want to own you both, to claim you as mine, in every way I can.”

“You have us both, and you always will,” I tell him, letting him see how much I mean every single word. “Now, let’s go home to our girl.”

We rush around getting dressed, after cleaning up the blood, before wetting out hair so it at least looks like showered, instead of fucking each other stupid.

Though when we meet back up with Marcus and the Doughtys, it’s clear by the looks on their faces that we did a piss-poor job of hiding what we were up to. I hold Miles’ hand proudly, not caring if they know.

“What happens now?” I ask.

Bree takes a step froward, and I notice she also has a just fucked look about her, as does her husband. “We will do what we can to find The Count. Once we’ve interrogated him, and we’re sure we have all the information we can get out of him, we will call you. You can take care of his death too, for Indie.”

“Thank you,” Miles tells her, sounding very grateful.