Page 51 of Mutual Obsession (Rivals of Blackthorn #2)

I pull back at an agonisingly slow pace, letting him feel all of me, and I don’t stop until only the tip remains inside. I fix my gaze on his, letting him see my devilish smile for a second before I thrust back in, much quicker than before.

I don’t stop until I bottom out, grunting at the feel of him tightly wrapped around me as he cries out, his dick twitching when my tip slides over his prostate once more.

I repeat this several times, getting faster and faster with each thrust, and it’s not long before Jake is matching my movements. He presses his arse against me each time I slam into him, while his whimpers and cries of pleasure are like music to my ears.

I’m torn over where to look, as there’s so much I want to see.

I want to keep seeing the look on Jake’s face as he’s pushed beyond that pain barrier into pleasure.

I want to watch as he strokes his cock, mimicking the speed I’m using on his arse.

I want to keep my eyes fixed on where his hole is being stretched wide for me, swallowing my cock in the most beautiful way.

Then I see Indie out of the corner of my eye, her expression dark as she watches us. Her mouth has fallen open and her eyes roll every so often as the flush on her cheeks worsens.

She’s pinching one of her nipples with her hand, while the other rubs furiously against her clit. She’s chasing her own passion as she watches me pound into Jake, and it’s so fucking hot that my balls tense as my release draws near.

Honestly, it’s a fucking miracle I’ve lasted this long, but there’s no way I’m finishing before Jake, so I need to get him there quicker.

Each time I thrust into him, I slide over his prostate when I’m deep inside, loving the way he whimpers when I hit the spot just right. I then place my hand over the top of the one he has wrapped around his cock, and I force him to speed up as he strokes himself into a frenzy.

“Fuck, Miles. I’m so close. Every time you go deep, I feel like I could come without even touching myself,” he cries.

A wicked grin spreads across my face, and I file that away to try another day. I’d love to see if I could get him to come hands free.

“I want you to come for me, Pretty Boy. Then I’m going to fill your arse with my cum. Do you want that?” I ask, my voice deep and breathy as I keep up my relentless pace.

Jake is gasping for air, crying out and whimpering with each thrust as I force his hand to keep stroking himself, even though he’s reaching the edge. His body is tensing beneath mine, and his free hand is clawing at my arm, leaving red marks where he’s dragged his nails over my flesh.

“Yes! Yes, please. Please, can I come? Please, Miles… I mean, Sir.”

As much as I love hearing him call me Sir , submitting to me fully, it’s the way he cries out my name that pushes me over the edge. My balls tighten as that familiar tingle starts to spread all over as the pressure builds, pushing me towards my release.

“Come! Now!” I cry as my orgasm hits.

His arse tightens around my cock, pulsating each time he sprays his release all over our hands and his chest. The feel of his tight heat clamping around me drives me insane, and I roar loudly as I shoot my load deep inside him.

My hand on his hip turns into an almost bruising grip, and I can’t wait to see my finger marks on him in the morning. I use my hold to keep him close, ensuring my cock stays buried deep inside him as I ride out my orgasm.

Jake’s cries of pleasure turn into him gasping for air as I slowly draw out the last few ropes of cum before letting go of his spent cock. His whole body sags as the last of his release leaves him, and I do the same as my dick grows limp.

I lean over and rest my head on his chest, pressing soft kisses over his pounding heart, as I try to catch my breath, letting the euphoria flood my body and relax me.

“Please, Sir,” Indie cries out, pulling our attention over to her. “Can I come?”

Both Jake and I look over at our girl, who looks to be on the edge of her own orgasm. Her eyes are blown wide with lust as she slams her fingers into her dripping cunt. Her thumb flicks over her clit with each thrust, and she rocks her hips against her own hand.

I shuffle backwards, slipping out of Jake’s sore, gaping arse. I let out a groan as Jake hisses, and we both look down in time to see my cum trickling out of his abused hole. My exhausted cock twitches, but it’s far too sensitive for me to touch right now.

“Please, Sir?” Indie begs, sounding high-pitched and frantic.

I look over at Jake, a wicked thought crossing my mind when I see Indie’s fingers covered in Jake’s cum from earlier when she pulls them out of her cunt before pushing back in.

“Jake, why don’t you make her come on your tongue?”

His eyes widen and Indie moans her approval, turning her gaze to him as she silently pleads with him, letting him see how desperate she is for release.

“But…my cum?” he stutters, pointing at her dripping cunt.

“You’ll be able to taste a mixture of her cum and yours,” I tell him, before adding, “Make sure you save some so I can taste it on your tongue afterwards.”

Jake’s eyes darken at my dirty words, and the thought of me tasting both of them afterwards. I’m tempted to drop to my knees and get it straight from the source, but this is about pushing them both to do as I tell them.

“You better be quick. Dee looks like she’s about to come, and if she does without permission, she will be punished, and so will you.” I give him a pointed stare, and that’s all it takes to get him moving.

He drops to his knees in front of Indie, and dives into her cunt like a starving man. I reach over and pull her fingers out, giving him better access. I then drag her fingers over to my mouth, wrapping my lips around them, so I can savour the taste.

I can taste both Jake and Indie on my tongue, and it makes me fucking feral. How the hell did I get this lucky?

I suck on her fingers until I’ve devoured every drop of their juices, only letting go when I’m sure they’re clean. I then drop my gaze to where Jake is using his tongue to ravage Indie, and I can just imagine how fucking amazing she tastes.

“Oh shit. Please, Sir. P-please, I can’t… I need… I’m going to… Please, can I come?” Indie begs, her sobs getting louder and more desperate as she grabs hold of the sofa, her knuckles turning white as she tries to hold back her orgasm.

“Good girl, you can come,” I tell her, and the relief that floods her face is instantaneous.

She cries out as her body trembles, her orgasm rushing through her as Jake continues to lap up her wetness. When his tongue becomes too much, and she’s too sensitive, she reaches down and grabs hold of his hair, pulling his head back just enough to let him know she can’t take any more.

Jake’s face is glistening with their combined juices, and I waste no time pulling him over to me. I press my lips to his and slide my tongue into his mouth, groaning against him as I taste them both.

When we break a part, all three of us have matching sated smiles, and we’re breathing hard.

I sit down on the sofa next to Indie, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her into my side, so her cheek is resting against my chest. I pull Jake down into the seat on the other side of me, and he curls into my side too.

We sit in comfortable silence for a bit, each of us just savouring the moment as we catch our breath, basking in the euphoric feeling of finally all being together.

I can’t even begin to describe how comfortable and happy I feel with the two people I care about tucked up beside me. I’m not sure I deserve it, but I want to hold on to this for as long as I can.

Although I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time, I can’t stop the nagging intrusive thoughts from making their way into my head, and I find myself wondering when Jake will realise that we went too far?

Is this the moment his fear hits, and he runs from me, just like he did all those years ago?

I try to rationalise that this time is different, but we jumped into this without really discussing how he feels. It’s a big expectation for him to tell the world he’s in a relationship with another man, particularly given the role his parents play, and their stance on homosexuality.

I want to believe him when he says he’s over all the fear, and that he will take on the world with me when the time comes, but that’s just words. I need to see it to believe it, and the only thing I remember is him walking away and breaking me.

So as much as I’d like to sit here in silence, just taking in the warm glow we’ve all created, I have to know what’s going on in his pretty little head, because if he’s about to run, I need to guard my heart as best I can—and Indie’s.

“Jacob, how do you feel after everything that just happened? I know it was a lot, so I don’t blame you if you’re feeling a little overwhelmed,” I tell him.

He shuffles beside me, moving so he can look at me when he speaks. “Honestly, I loved every fucking moment of being with both of you.”

I can’t stop the shit-eating grin from spreading across my face. “Really?” I ask, sounding a little shocked.

He nods, giving me a genuine smile. “Really.”

Jake pauses for a moment, his head tilting as his lips slowly turn into a thin line, looking as though he’s suddenly contemplating something. He appears to be warring over whether to speak what’s on his mind or not.

“You can say anything, Jake. Don’t hold back,” I tell him.

He reaches over and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together, the way Indie is doing on my other side. She’s giving him a reassuring smile, letting him know he’s safe to say anything to us.