Page 47 of Mutual Obsession (Rivals of Blackthorn #2)
Miles’ eyes flutter closed as Indie works him into a frenzy. She pulls most of his length into her mouth, sucking him down her throat, as she wraps her hand around the base. She pumps the bottom of his shaft with her hand, working him from both ends.
After a short time of Indie doing this, the last of Miles’ self-control seems to snap like a taut elastic, and he responds almost frantically.
His hips buck upwards, pressing himself further down Indie’s throat until she gags, whilst he slides his hand into her hair, using his grip to control her pace.
Indie lets go of his cock, her hands resting against Miles’ thighs as he dominates her, setting a brutal pace as his hips buck quickly, forcing his length down her throat. Indie adapts well, holding her mouth open for him, swallowing at just the right moment to make him groan for her.
My dick throbs painfully as I watch Indie gag on Miles’ length. Tears run down her face as he fucks her throat, his brutal hold on her hair setting the pace. Yet she never shies away from him.
Each time he pulls back a little, she draws in a ragged breath and then holds her mouth open wide, allowing him the access he craves.
The room is filled with the sound of Indie gagging on his dick, and Miles’ deep, guttural moans.
Even though there’s a brutalness to the blowjob, there’s also something highly erotic in the way Indie willingly takes whatever Miles gives her, submitting to his every whim, because that’s what brings her pleasure.
I’m so caught up watching them, I’m not even sure when I wrapped my palm around my cock, but as I stroke my length, a desperate whimper slips past my lips. The pulsating pleasure that’s built up in me is almost too much, and it’s a welcome relief that I’m able to ease the uncomfortable ache.
The noise captures Miles’ attention, and his gaze flick over to where I’m stroking my cock. His expression darkens as he scowls at me.
He abruptly pulls Indie off his cock, the movement so unexpected she rocks backwards, and had he not reached out and grabbed hold of her shoulder, she might have fallen on her arse.
Once Indie is kneeling solidly again, Miles turns his glare back to me. Indie looked almost wounded that he’d stopped the blowjob, her sad eyes pleading with him, but he’s too busy glowering at me.
Indie follows the direction of his glare straight to me, where I’m still slowly stroking my cock. I know I should have stopped, given all the attention on me, but it really is helping with the painful ache, and I can’t bring myself to let go.
“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” Miles growls, his dark eyes making him look more dangerous than ever before.
I open my mouth a few times, not really sure what to say. It’s not a particularly hard question to answer, but I have a feeling no good will come from my response.
“No,” I mutter.
It takes all of my willpower not to drop my gaze, but I’m unable to look away from his dangerous persona. “Stop. Now,” he snaps, and I drop my dick straight away, barely managing to hold back my groan of frustration.
“Sorry.” I’m not really sure what I’m apologising for, but it seems like the right thing to say.
“Get over here,” Miles says, pointing to the space between his legs that’s currently occupied by Indie. I move to stand, but he stops me. “Crawl.”
My eyes widen in shock, but there’s no doubt he’s serious, so I follow Indie’s lead and crawl to Miles on my hands and knees. I can feel my cheeks heating, but I try to push any embarrassment away. I trust both Miles and Indie.
Indie shuffles to the other side of Miles’ knee, making room for me where she was sitting just moments before. His hard cock, coated in Indie’s spit, sits right in front of my eyeline, and a desperate urge overtakes me. I lick my lips as desire courses through my veins.
Miles looks over to Indie, like they’re having a silent conversation, and with an almost imperceivable nod of his head, Indie reaches over and grabs the base of his cock. Her small hand makes his dick seem even more impressive.
Instead of stroking him the way I expect her to, she tilts it so the head is pointing towards my lips. My gaze flicks between the drops of pre-cum on the tip, to Indie’s smiling face, up to Miles’ hungry stare.
“Do you want to taste me?” Miles asks, his voice deep and raspy.
I nod without hesitation. “Yes, please.”
“Do you think I should punish you for touching yourself without my permission?”
I pause, not entirely sure how to answer this. I’m sure he’s looking for me to say he should punish me, and although that intrigues me, I decide to go with honesty instead.
“If you want to punish me, you should, but I didn’t know I was breaking a rule,” I tell him, hoping he can see the honesty written on my face.
Miles nods his head slowly, the corner of his lip lifting into a small smile.
“Good answer, Pretty Boy. We will have to make a point of going over the rules with you after this. Once you know them, if you break them, you will be punished. I’ll let this one go, since you didn’t know better. Sound fair?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, the name falling off my lips with ease.
I know now what Indie meant when she said it felt natural. We fall into the roles without much conscious thought, and our behaviour just feels so normal that it didn’t feel strange to call him Sir.
His eyes darken possessively when he hears it, and he reaches over to slide his hands through my hair, gripping tight enough on the strands that my scalp stings.
With a firm grip on my hair, he pulls me forward, until I’m almost touching his length, but just as I’m about to open for him, he tilts my head back and slams his lips against mine. It’s a hard, bruising kiss that tells me just how much he enjoyed hearing me submit to him.
When he pulls back, the smirk on his face makes him look mischievous, and so incredibly sexy. The fluttering in my stomach feels like a flock of birds taking flight and my dick pulses in anticipation.
“Why don’t you show Indie how much you love sucking my cock, Pretty Boy?” He inclines his head towards Indie, who is sitting beside me, watching with wide, eager eyes. She gives me a reassuring smile as she nods encouragingly.
I waste no time wrapping my lips around Miles’ cock, pulling him into my mouth like a starved man, desperate to taste him. The salty pre-cum settles onto my tongue, as I swirl it around, mimicking our movements from the other day as I remember what drove him wild.
I try to pull as much of his length into my throat, but I’m not as well-practised as Indie is, and I can’t take as much—but that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try.
“Relax your throat, Jake. You take me so fucking well,” Miles groans as he uses his hand on my head to guide me further.
My lips burn from how wide they’re stretched, and the feel of him hitting the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex, is a strange sensation, but I hear Indie giving me instructions that help.
“You’re doing so well, Jake. Relax your throat, breathe through your nose, and stick your tongue out as far as you can. Swallow him down. Well done.”
Her advice and motivation is helpful, but it’s Miles’ dirty mouth that spurs me on. “That’s it, Pretty Boy. Show me what a little slut you are for me. Look how fucking pretty you are with my cock stretching your mouth open. Fuck, take me a little deeper. I know you can do it.”
Miles presses forward in small thrusts, pulling back just enough for me to drag in a breath at just the right time. Tears stream down my face from the intensity, but fuck if this doesn’t feel amazing.
Miles may be the one giving the instructions, controlling when I breathe, but I’ve never felt more powerful. I’m the one making him lose control, pulling grunts of pleasure from his lips as I give him everything he asks for.
I’m only about an inch away from taking all of him in my throat, when Miles drags my head away, a frantic look in his eyes as he gasps for breath. I lean forward, trying to take him into my mouth again, desperate for more of him, but Miles stops me.
“If you keep going like that, Pretty Boy, I’m going to come down your throat, and that’s not how this ends,” he tells me with a growl, before stealing a kiss from me.
He lets go of my hair as he flicks his gaze between me and Indie, looking more turned on than I’ve ever seen him. “Indie, get on your hands and knees between my legs. You’re going to swallow my cock again, and if you do a good job, Jake will fuck you.”
Indie’s eyes widen as they darken, desire overtaking her as she motions for me to move so she can get into position.
I shuffle backwards, giving her enough room to kneel in between Miles’ legs, and I groan loudly when she arches her back, presenting her arse and pussy to me in the most fucking tempting way.
I reach out to touch her dripping wet cunt, but Miles growls at me. “Don’t touch until I tell you.”
I’m tempted to ignore him and touch her anyway, but the stern glare he gives me makes it clear I’ll be punished if I do. Going against every fibre of my being, I ball my hands into fists and watch as Indie begins sucking Miles’ cock again.
His willpower is fucking extraordinary, as I almost come without touching myself just from watching the two of them together. This is his third blowjob now, and the fact he’s still showing restraint is impressive.
A low, guttural moan falls from his lips as he makes eye contact with me. “Fuck her hard and deep.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I slide my finger through Indie’s slit, just to make sure she’s ready for me. She whimpers around Miles’ cock when I find her dripping wet.
Taking my throbbing length in hand, I get into position behind Indie. After sliding my tip along her slit, spreading as much of her juices over my shaft as I can, I hold myself at her entrance.