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Story: Mutual Obsession

His lips tip up into that signature smirk of his, and his blue eyes darken with heat as he stares at me hungrily. My heart races, and if I were wearing knickers, they’d be ruined right about now.

When Miles speaks this time, it’s deep and gravelly, dripping with sex. “Good, now that’s sorted, Indie, stand up and get over here.”

Before I’ve even gotten to my feet, Miles reaches out and grabs me, lifting me onto his lap with ease. With a knee on each side of his thighs, I straddle him, shuffling until I can feel his hard length beneath me.

He grabs hold of one of my hips, using his bruising grip to pull my body against his, while his other hand snakes around to the back of my neck. With a firm grip on my head, he pulls me down and slams our lips together in a passionate, all-consuming kiss.

He pulls back far too soon, and I whimper desperately, not wanting him to stop kissing me. Miles chuckles as he asks, “Do you remember your safeword, Gorgeous Girl?”

I nod, repeating it effortlessly. “Pineapple.”

“Why the hell is pineapple your safeword?” Jake’s voice is closer than I was expecting, and I turn to find he’s shuffled over to our side of the couch, sitting close enough to touch me, too.

My nose wrinkles as I remember the answer to his question. “The idea of pineapple on a pizza disgusts me so much, it’s the perfect word if I want to stop sex.”

Jake shakes his head as he smiles, looking at me like I’m his sun. “You are so fucking cute.”

“What’s your safeword going to be, Pretty Boy?” Miles asks, the sexy rasp to his voice makes me shiver.

I turn to see Miles staring at Jake in challenge, heat flaring between them in the sexiest way. Jake’s eyes widen almost comically, like he’d never considered that he might need one.

“I need a safeword?” he asks, sounding almost shy, something I’m not used to with Jake.

Miles nods reassuringly as he takes his hand from my hip and rests it on Jake’s thigh, no doubt giving him the comfort he needs as he shuffles awkwardly beside us.

“Some of what we do will be things you’ve not done before. You have to be able to tell us if you’re not into it. You need to know that we’ll stop if ever it gets too much,” Miles explains.

Jake pauses, tilting his head like he’s trying to solve a complex math question rather than come up with an easy-to-remember safeword. With each second that passes, I can tell Miles is growing more impatient, but he gives Jake the time he needs.

After much longer than necessary, Jake finally says, “Avocado.”

Miles shakes his head despondently as I burst out laughing. “Why avocado?” Miles asks through gritted teeth, and even before Jake answers, I can tell Miles regrets asking.

“I’ve never really got the point of an avocado. It’s this weird posh person veg that Mum insists on having on toast, and it’s fucking awful. I mean?—”

Before Jake can finish what I’m sure is going to be a long rant, Miles leans over and kisses him into silence. I feel Miles’ cock twitch beneath me, and I rock against it, loving the way he groans into Jake’s mouth when he feels me.

Miles pulls back, his pupils blown wide with lust, his lips swollen from kissing us both. He looks between us, a stern ‘I’m in control’ expression on his face that makes my knees weak and my pussy wet.

“Are you both going to be good and do as I say?” he asks, his voice dripping with sex.

I nod instantly, bobbing my head more times than is necessary, but I’m really fucking eager. “Yes, Sir.”

His lips tip into a smirk. “Good girl.” My insides melt from the praise as he turns to face Jake. “What about you, Pretty Boy?”

Jake pauses for a moment, as if considering what to do, but it doesn’t take him long to come to the right decision. With a shy smile on his face, he says, “I’ll do as I’m told…Sir.”

As soon as he addsSirat the end, Miles loses the last of his control, and with a growl, he kisses him eagerly with bruising passion.

Submitting to Miles is surprisingly easy, given my blood has drained away from my brain down to my cock, making me lose all good sense.

Instead of thinking logically, I let my body do the talking, and as soon as he kisses me, claiming me with his lips in the exact way I’d just seen him do with Indie, I have no fucking regrets.

“Both of you, stand up,” Miles says, his tone leaving now room for arguments.

With his hands on Indie’s hips, he helps her off his lap, and my eyes are drawn to the tent in his sweats. Miles catches me staring, licking my lips, and that sexy smirk of his grows as his eyebrows raise in challenge.

I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, but just like the last time we fooled around together, I let him lead the way, whilst doing what feels good.