Page 46 of Mutual Obsession (Rivals of Blackthorn #2)

S ubmitting 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.

“I want you to remove each other’s clothes. Put on a show for me.” Even though his voice sounds unaffected, I know he is.

I see the way his eyes darken with passion as he watches us, and how he balls his hands into fists to prevent him from touching us. He’s holding onto his control—barely.

I’m pulled away from staring at Miles when Indie’s soft hands press against my hips, dragging me closer to her.

When my gaze meets hers, I’m not surprised to see she looks almost drunk with passion, staring at me intently, as she slides her hand underneath my T-shirt, her nails grazing over my heated flesh.

Before I know it, I’m lifting my arms in the air so she can pull off my T-shirt. She lets out a content sigh when she places her hands on my chest, dragging her fingers over the hard ridges of my abs as she sways her hips to the sound of a silent song only she can hear.

I’m aware I’m supposed to be removing her clothes too, but I’m so caught up in the moment, letting this gorgeous woman do whatever she wants to me, I daren’t move in case it bursts our perfect bubble.

Swinging her hips, Indie circles my body, trailing her fingers over every inch of exposed skin, lighting me on fire with her featherlight touch.

When she reaches my back, her hands cup my arse, making me jolt unexpectedly when she squeezes, a laugh slipping from her lips at my surprise.

When she makes it back around to my front, there’s a mischievous smile on her face, and I watch in anticipation as she rests a hand on my shoulder, while the other travels down my body.

I shiver as a ripple of excitement shoots down my spine when her fingers reach the waistband of my sweatpants.

She then glides her hand around the inside, slipping it low enough on my hips that the top of my boxers become visible.

Once she gets them over my hips, the sweats fall to the floor, collecting around my ankles.

I step out of my sweatpants and kick them to the side, and when I lift my gaze back to Indie, she’s staring at the tent in my tight black boxers, her eyes alight with anticipation. She reaches out to touch me, but this time I have enough control to pull back.

Instead, I grab hold of her wrist and spin her around, pulling her until her back is against my chest, my boxer-covered cock pressing against her stupidly short shorts.

“It’s time we even the playing field a little, Baby,” I whisper in her ear as she lets her head drop back, until it’s resting on my shoulder.

She arches her back, pressing her fucking gorgeous arse into my erection, goading me without even saying a word. A chuckle from in front of us reminds us we’re not the only ones in the room, and I can’t help looking smug when I see Miles watching us, enjoying the way Indie is challenging me.

I keep one hand on her stomach to hold her in place, whilst I reach up with my other and start palming her breasts through the thin cotton that’s barely covering her. As I run my thumb over her hard nipples, Indie lets out a soft whimper, her eyes fluttering closed as she arches into my hand.

“Such a needy little slut,” Miles groans, saying the words I’d been thinking.

Indie doesn’t acknowledge him, she just continues to rock against me, letting out soft moans when I touch her in just the right way.

Her whimpers become high-pitched and needy when I remove my hand from her nipple. I move quickly, grabbing hold of the hem of her vest before pulling it over her head, discarding it with the rest of our clothes.

Her tits are fucking perfect, and I wrap my hand around one, squeezing as I rub my thumb over her peaked nipple, drawing a delicious mewl from her lips. I make sure to swap between them, enhancing their sensitivity with each touch.

My hand around her waist glides lower at a maddeningly slow pace, and I lift my gaze to meet Miles’. He’s watching us intently, his own hand resting over the top of his tented sweats, no doubt squeezing every so often to ease some of the pulsing pressure that must be building in him.

Miles’ heated gaze spurs me on, and I drop my fingers beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts, inching closer to her core. My finger easily slides through her slit, and I have to bite my lip to stop any noise from slipping out when I feel how wet Indie is.

“Take them off, Pretty Boy. I want to see,” Miles states firmly, his gaze fixed on where my hand meets Indie’s pussy.

Before I can remove my hand, Indie grabs her waistband and pushes the shorts down as she wiggles her hips, helping the fabric over her curves, until they fall to the floor.

The way she moves her hips forces my fingers to slide further into her slit, rubbing gently against her clit as she stands back up straight, a guttural moan ripping from her throat.

“So fucking beautiful,” Miles says, his eyes darkening with lust as he stares at us.

“She’s dripping wet,” I tell him, lifting my soaked fingers from her pussy so he can see just how much she wants this.

Miles moans as he rolls his head backwards to rest on the back of the sofa. “Such an eager little slut, aren’t you, Gorgeous Girl?”

Indie nods her head quickly. “Yes, Sir. I’m a needy slut, just for you.”

Fuck! My cock twitches so much, I almost come from how fucking hot that sounded. Miles’ smirk grows, letting Indie see he’s pleased with her response.

Miles’ normally bright-blue eyes, that are now almost black, meet mine, and I hold his gaze despite the intensity. Even though he’s staring at me, his words are directed at Indie.

“I wonder if Jacob is a needy little slut, too. What do you think, Dee?”

His smirk grows as his eyebrows raise in challenge, and before I’ve even registered what he was asking, Indie reaches back and slides my boxers down over my hips, letting them fall to the floor.

She then wraps her small hand around the base of my now very hard cock, squeezing tightly despite her fingers not quite being able to meet, thanks to my girth.

I groan loudly, as she tightens her grasp just a little more than is enjoyable, pushing over to the painful side of pleasurable, but I can’t say I dislike it.

“He’s rock hard, Sir. I think he’s just as much of a slut as me,” Indie says sweetly, not taking her eyes off Miles, despite the hold she has on my dick.

Miles chuckles as he watches the scene before him with amusement. “I’m a very lucky guy,” he jokes, before his tone quickly turns serious. “Both of you get on your knees.”

Indie lets go of my cock and falls to her knees before Miles has even finished his instruction.

She pulls her shoulders, so she’s sitting tall, and she arches her back in the perfect way, forcing her tits out.

She then moves her hands behind her back, circling a hand around the opposite wrist to keep them in position, as she drops her head, her gaze falling to the floor.

This is clearly Indie’s submissive pose, and I’ve never seen anything more sexy. Her body is presented in the most perfect way, showing her off, whilst also making it clear she’s under Miles’ control, just sitting there awaiting his instructions.

I’m not sure I can get into any kind of submissive position, as that doesn’t feel natural for me, but I lower myself to my knees all the same.

I hold my head high, pulling my shoulders back a little, almost as a challenge to show Miles I’m not willing to submit to Indie’s level, but I will get on my knees for him.

His gaze is fixed on me for a few silent minutes, and it takes all of my effort not to squirm under the intensity.

I’m not sure if he’s assessing me or challenging me, waiting to see if I’m going to break, but when I hold steady in my position, his neutral expression turns into a smile, and I finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Dee, crawl over to me,” he states gruffly as he pulls his T-shirt over his head and throws it to the side, letting us see his ripped abs in all their glory.

Indie falls down onto her hands and starts crawling over to Miles, her hips swaying, so her arse and pussy are on full display for me to see. My dick twitches and Miles smirks when he sees me staring at her.

She stops in between his legs, lifting herself until she’s kneeling before him again. The sweet smile on her lips is so contradictory to the naughty position she’s in.

Miles meets her gaze, and I watch in fascination as he slides his sweatpants off, takes out his cock, and begins stroking himself. He never once takes his eyes off Indie. He just watches her, as she stares at his dick, looking almost hypnotised as he runs his hand up and down his shaft.

“Is this what you want, Gorgeous Girl?”

She nods her head, her eyes wide as she pleads with him. “Yes, please, Sir.”

“Show me what a good girl you are. Suck my cock,” he says, using his hand to aim his dick towards her.

Indie doesn’t hesitate, she leans forward and wraps her mouth around the head, making sure to lick up the drops of pre-cum sitting on the tip before sucking him into her mouth. I’m sure she tries to say thank you, but it’s barely audible with her mouth full.