Page 50 of Mutual Obsession (Rivals of Blackthorn #2)

Jake groans as he feels me press all the way in, but his noise is swallowed by Indie. Her gaze is fixed on me, letting me know I should carry on, though she never breaks their kiss.

I move slowly at first, helping him to get used to the feel of having something in his arse, but when I’m sure he can handle it, I quickly add another finger beside the first.

It slips in easier, and the guttural sound coming from Jake’s lips lets me know it’s tipping closer to pleasure than pain. I make sure to stretch him out as best I can with my agonisingly slow strokes, preparing him to take all of me.

It’s not long before Jake is enjoying the sensation of having my fingers in his arse, and I reward him by speeding up. I press into him deeper, making sure the tips of my fingers sweep over his prostate, and the little whimpers that escape him are like music to my fucking ears.

“Does that feel good, Pretty Boy? Do you like having my fingers in your arse?” I growl, squeezing his arsecheek with my free hand.

He grunts, but doesn’t break away from kissing Indie to respond. I know he’s enjoying himself as he’s rocking back against me, fucking himself on my fingers when I don’t thrust into him fast or deep enough. But that’s not good enough for me.

Using the hand that’s caressing him, I quickly bring my palm down hard against his arse cheek, while thrusting my fingers hard and deep inside him. “Use your words, Jacob,” I snap.

Jake cries out when my hand makes contact, but it quickly turns into a cry of pleasure when my fingers hit that sweet spot. He pulls away from Indie, who is smirking like she knows exactly what he’s feeling right now.

Jake’s eyes are wide as he turns his head over his shoulder to look at me. His lips are swollen from kissing, and there’s a flush to his cheeks that makes him look even more pretty than usual. But it’s the desperate longing in his eyes that makes my cock twitch.

“I’m sorry, Sir. It feels amazing. Please, can I have more?” he whimpers, trying not to rock against my hand as I continue to thrust my fingers into him.

I love seeing this dangerous mafia leader, who doesn’t answer to anyone, submit to me and only me. I want to use him, mark him, and make him mine.

“What more do you want?” I ask slyly. I want to hear him fucking beg me.

“You. Your cock,” he mutters, his gaze dropping, so he doesn’t meet my eyes as he says it.

I slap his arse hard again, opting for the opposite cheek this time, and as he yelps loudly, I take a moment to admire the matching red handprints on each side.

“Keep your eyes on me when you beg for my cock,” I tell him sternly, and he quickly nods his head.

“Sorry, Sir,” he replies, his dark gaze now fixed on mine, letting me see how much he wants this. “Please, can I have your cock?”

The corner of my lip lifts into a smirk as I slow my fingers down, scissoring them as much as I can as I pull back, getting him ready for me.

When I pull my fingers out, he lets out a hiss that turns into a moan, as I gently rub my finger around his red rim. If my fingers stretched him this much, he’s going to be pushed to his limit by my cock, and I can’t fucking wait.

He looks at me with desperation in his eyes, whimpering at the loss of my fingers. Before he can say anything, I grab hold of his hips and flip him over, sitting him on the sofa with his arse at the edge. I push his body backwards, before lifting and parting his legs.

“Hold them open wide for me,” I tell him, motioning for him to wrap his hands around his knees to pull them back. As he does, it spreads his arse wide, presenting himself to me.

His dick is already hard again, resting against his lower stomach, with beads of pre-cum leaking from his swollen, angry-looking tip. The vein running along the underside of his shaft is prominent, and I can almost see it throbbing with desire.

Jake rests his chin on his chest, giving him a better view of where I’m standing between his legs. The sofa isn’t the ideal height for this position, but there’s no fucking way I’m moving us now, and I meant what I said before, I want to see the look on his face when I take his anal virginity.

He looks nervous, apprehensive, but very turned on as he draws in short, panting breaths. He’s watching my every movement, as I reach over and grab the lube again, gasping when I pour a generous amount over his puckered hole.

His chocolate eyes turn almost black as he watches me fist my cock, spreading the lube all over my length, getting it ready for him. I then gently massage the lube into his rim, sliding the tip of my finger in a few times, pushing as much as I can inside him.

When I pull back and shuffle into place, crouching down until my dick lines up with his hole, I pause for a moment to make sure this is still what he wants. I meant what I said before, nothing happens unless he’s sure.

“Is this what you want?” I ask, pressing my tip against his rim, just enough to give him a little pressure.

With his gaze fixed on mine, he nods his head almost eagerly, but as he pulls his lip between his teeth, a shyness slips over him. His cheeks flush, like he’s embarrassed by what he’s about to say. “I want it, but please, be gentle. I don’t want it to hurt.”

I lean over his muscular, ripped body and press a deep, searing kiss to his lips. “It will hurt a little to start with, but I promise, if you ask me to stop, I will. Just try to relax and listen to my instructions,” I tell him, kissing him once more.

He looks over at Indie, who is still sitting beside him on the sofa, but she’s now gotten herself into an almost identical position to Jake. She’s leaning against the back of the sofa, with her feet resting flat against the cushion, her knees open wide, exposing her pretty pussy.

Some of Jake’s cum is oozing out of her well-fucked cunt, and she’s gathering up the liquid and using it as she slowly rubs circles around her clit. Despite the attention she’s giving herself, her gaze is firmly focused on what’s happening between us.

She watches with dark, hungry eyes as I slowly stroke the length of his shaft, spreading lube as I go, before gently nudging the head against Jake’s waiting hole, giving him just enough pressure to set him on edge.

“I want you, Miles. Please, fuck me.” As soon as the words leave Jake’s pretty pink lips, the last of my resolve cracks.

I’ve waited almost ten fucking years to hear those words, and I don’t want to wait a second longer to claim what I’ve always known is mine.

Jake’s eyes are locked on mine, and other than a brief glance to watch as I press into him, I give him the eye contact I demanded from him. I watch every emotion as it flickers across his face, drowning in the way he’s staring at me.

The tip of my dick spreads him wide, and Jake lets out a pain-filled hiss as his body tenses beneath me. I lean over and kiss him, letting my tongue soothe him, before pulling back to press my lips to his neck.

Once I reach his ear, I whisper praise, reassuring him. “That’s it, Pretty Boy. Take some deep breaths and push against my cock. I know it feels wrong, but it will help you take me so much easier. I want to see your pretty little hole swallowing my big dick.”

He shudders as my breath tickles his ear, but like the good boy he is, he does as I tell him. I feel the exact moment he pushes like I told him to, as the head of my cock slides into his hole with ease.

“Motherfucker,” I groan as Jake lets out a high-pitched moan, both of us lost in the sensations as I press my length into him.

Once the head goes in, the rest of my length slides in much easier, but I still take my time, edging in an inch at a time.

I move agonisingly slowly, giving him time to adjust to my size.

I have to focus on my breathing, as the feel of his tight, hot hole grasping my cock is driving me fucking crazy.

“You’re so big. You’re stretching me so fucking much,” Jake cries, his eyes dropping to where his hole is stretched wide as the smooth flesh of my shaft slides in.

There are tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, as the pain of my intrusion overwhelms him, but he hasn’t asked me to stop, so I continue, knowing it won’t be long until that pain turns to pleasure.

To help distract him, I reach over and wrap my palm around the base of his cock, squeezing just enough to pull a groan from his lips. As I slowly slide the rest of my length inside him, I glide my hand over his dick, feeling him throb beneath my touch.

When there’s only an inch remaining, I pull back slightly, before slamming into him harder than before, sinking all of my length into him.

Jake’s back arches off the couch as he lets out a startled yelp, followed quickly by a long, drawn out moan when my dick slides over his prostate at the same time my hand jerks his cock.

“Fuck,” he cries out. “You’re so deep.”

I remove my hand from his cock and reach up to wrap it around his neck. I tilt his head until he’s looking at where our bodies are joined. He’s taken all of me, and I’m so fucking proud.

“Look at your tight arse, taking all of my cock. You look so pretty stretched open for me,” I tell him before pressing a searing kiss to his lips.

Once Jake is taking full breaths again, and the tears have dried up, I see his cock starting to twitch and he rocks his hips just a little, letting me know the stinging pain is lessening.

It’s time to show him how good this can really feel.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you now?” I ask him.

He nods. “I think so.”

I give him a smile that I’m sure looks a lot more devious than I meant for it to, but thoughts of taking him are overwhelming me. I want to lose control, to take him hard and fast, until he’s screaming for me, but he’s not ready for that yet, so I start slow.