Page 54 of Mutual Obsession (Rivals of Blackthorn #2)

“I wanted you to kiss me the way you had the night before. I was still dripping wet from spending the night thinking about you.” I love the way his eyes darken when he hears my confession.

Miles’ breath hitches and he pauses his kisses, letting out a low groan, before tugging on the lobe of my ear with his teeth. “Did you go home after the bar and think about me?”

I can hear the underlying question he’s not asking aloud and my heart races as I squirm in my seat, my core heating just as it did all those years ago.

I nod, even with his lips suckling on my neck, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yes. I came like three times thinking about you, and each time I knew it wouldn’t compare to what you could do to me.”

Miles lets out another low groan that vibrates against my cheek as he presses a kiss to the edge of my mouth. He turns slightly, bringing his opposite hand up so he can curl it around my neck, capturing me with his grasp.

“The thought of you fingering your pretty pussy while thinking about me is getting me hard,” he admits, and I cast my eyes down to his tented jeans, proof he was telling the truth.

I shuffle in my seat, trying to alleviate some of the throbbing ache that’s building within me. “I’m so wet now. Probably even more than I was that night, and on our date.”

He lets out a hiss as he palms his cock over the top of his jeans, his grip on my throat tightening. “You were wet on our date?”

“Yes,” I say, sounding breathy and desperate. “I made myself come just before I met you, as I didn’t think I’d be able to manage the whole date if not.”

Miles lets out a low growl as he tightens his hand, squeezing my neck to the point it’s almost painful, using his hold to turn my head towards him. He presses his lips against mine in a forceful, passionate kiss, and I let him devour me.

He pulls back far too quickly, and I drag in some much needed air as my head spins from the pressure he’s putting on my neck. His thumb and fingers are in just the right position, pressing down enough to slow the blood supply to my brain, making me feel lightheaded and dizzy.

I reach up and rest one of my hands on his wrist, but I don’t pull him away just yet. I trust he knows my limits, but I keep my hand there just in case.

“Now I can’t stop picturing you with your fingers in your tight, wet cunt,” he growls, peppering kisses against my cheek and jaw.

My heart is racing as white spots flicker in my vision, the whole room spinning as the feel of his hand around my neck sets me on fire. Everything is so much more potent. Even the way his other thumb is stroking over the back of my hand feels intimate, and it’s leaving a tingle in its wake.

My hold around his wrist tightens as my vision flickers, my nails digging into the skin so much it must be painful for him. Yet, my knickers are becoming drenched from how much I’m enjoying his control over me.

Just when I’m not sure I can take much more, he loosens his grip around my throat; the blood rushing back to my brain in a way that makes me sway. “Ohh,” I moan, as he presses a kiss to my temple.

His hand doesn’t leave my neck, but he’s no longer squeezing. He’s simply using it to guide my head wherever he wants it, allowing him to press kisses wherever he chooses.

Once my head clears, my brain catches up with the conversation we were having before, the heat in my core returning. “Did you touch yourself, thinking of me?” I ask, my heart racing as I wait with bated breath for his answer.

Every girl wants to feel adored, but knowing a guy is so turned on by you, he can stroke himself to completion thinking of you…that’s power, and it’s the ego boost I really want right now.

Miles lets out a harsh laugh, and my heart sinks until I hear him say, “Dee, I have wanked to thoughts of you more times than I can fucking count.”

Well, if that’s not exactly what a girl wants to hear, I don’t know what fucking is.

Blush spreads across my cheeks as I tilt my head as much as I can in his hold and press my lips against his. As our kiss deepens, the film in the background just disappears, and we lose ourselves as the world fades away.

When we break apart, each pulling in as much air as we can, Miles lets go of my hand, placing his on my thigh instead. As he nips and sucks at the tender flesh along my neck and collarbone, his hand slides underneath my dress, gliding higher up my thigh.

My heart is pounding so loud, I’m surprised he can’t hear it, and I’m breathing erratically as fire floods through my veins, making my nerves prickle with excitement and anticipation.

As his fingers reach the hem of my lace thong, he lets out a deep, guttural groan against my neck, my core throbbing from the sound.

I feel the tip of his digits sweep along the outer side of the lace, and know exactly when Miles feels how turned on I am, as he lets out a huff and his hold on my neck tightens for just a second.

He moves his lips to my ear, and the low, dangerous tone he uses sends a shiver through me. “You are so fucking wet, I can feel it on the outside of your thong.”

I give him a slow nod, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. He sees the way I drop my gaze, too unsure of myself to look him in the eyes, and he releases my neck to grab my hand. He places it over his denim-covered cock, forcing me to wrap my palm around the straining bulge.

“Feel how much I fucking want you too,” he says, removing his hand from mine so he can wrap it around my neck again—my perfect necklace.

I don’t move my hand away. Instead, I squeeze just a little, loving the way he throbs beneath my touch, a low groan ripping from Miles’ throat at the same time.

His fingers press my thong into my slit, soaking them in my wetness. As I whimper lightly, he moves the fabric to the side, letting my juices soak his bare flesh.

“Is this all for me, Gorgeous Girl? Are you dripping wet because of me?” he asks, his finger running along my slit again, before slowly circling around my clit, stealing my breath.

“Yes, it’s all for you,” I tell him, rocking my hips a little to guide his fingers exactly where I need them the most.

As I feel him twitching beneath my hand, he slides a finger inside me, making me gasp and moan out loud. He moves his hand from around my neck and places it over my mouth, his lips by my ear as he whispers, “You need to keep quiet, Gorgeous Girl. I don’t want anyone else to hear you but me.”

That’s when I remember where we are…in the middle of a fucking cinema. Luckily, there’s nobody even close to us, but if any of the other four people get up to go to the toilet, or get more snacks, they’ll have to walk past us. We could be caught at any moment.

Yet, I still find myself sliding my legs open wider as I tilt my pelvis, giving him better access to slide his finger in deeper, which Miles does with ease. Adding a second finger, he stretches me as he begins thrusting into me even faster now.

Despite the loud screams coming from the horror movie on the screen, I can hear the way his fingers hit my flesh as he pushes in, along with the wet sounds my pussy makes as he draws me closer to bliss.

All of my nerve endings are on fire, and the way Miles kisses, nibbles, and sucks at any bit of exposed flesh he can find has me crackling like a livewire, desperate to explode.

I move to open his zipper, needing to feel him in my palm, but he lowers his hand from over my mouth and stops me. I groan from both frustration and pleasure, and he chuckles at my response.

“Please, Sir. I need to touch you,” I tell him, slipping easily into the roles we adopt during sex.

He places my hand over his denim-covered cock once more, showing me I can squeeze him, but nothing more. He then moves his hand back to my neck, tilting my head away from him, so he can suckle on the skin below my ear. No doubt giving me marks to match the other side.

“This is all for you, Gorgeous Girl, not me. You can make it up to me later if you’re a good girl,” he says, his voice deep and husky, dripping with sex.

The way he calls me a good girl makes my pussy flutter, and I know he feels it around his fingers as he groans, burying his mouth into my neck to quieten the noise.

“You still love being called a good girl, don’t you?”

I nod, my voice sounding desperate and breathy as I say, “Yes.”

He crooks his fingers in just the right way, pressing on my front wall, and a loud cry of pleasure slips out as he hits the perfect spot. He quickly slams his lips against mine, swallowing the last of my noise.

We both look around to see if anyone heard, but everyone is still facing forward. There was a particularly loud scene involving a chainsaw on the screen, and the noise from that must’ve drowned me out.

“I told you to be quiet,” Miles reminds me, but he doesn’t stop his relentless pace as he curves his fingers deep inside me.

“I-I… I can’t…help it,” I mutter, letting out soft moans and whimpers as I rock against his hand, desperately chasing the release I can feel building.

My whole body is on fire, my nerve endings feel like they’re crackling with desire, ready to implode at any moment. Each time he drags his fingers over that sweet spot, or sucks on my neck in the most perfect way, I get closer to the edge.

“Oh fuck,” I mumble. “I’m so close.”

“Good girl,” Miles whispers into my ear as he presses his thumb against my throbbing clit. “Your tight little cunt is fluttering around my fingers. Are you going to show me what a dirty girl you are and come for me?”

I capture his lips with mine, needing to taste him on my tongue as I nod. I pull back just far enough to speak. “Yes, please, can I come, Sir?”

A devilish smile crosses his lips, and his bright-blue eyes sparkle as he continues the relentless pace of his fingers, making sure his thumb gives my clit the attention it needs. “Are you sure you want to come right now? In the middle of the cinema, where anyone could see?”