Page 58 of Mutual Obsession (Rivals of Blackthorn #2)
Indie stares up at me from where she’s kneeling under the table, a shy, innocent expression on her flushed face. Her mouth is still wide open, and she holds her tongue out so I can see the pool of cum sitting on it. With exaggerated movements that are just for me, she closes her mouth and swallows.
I watch in fascination at the way her throat bobs when she swallows, taking all of the release I gave her. Once she’s swallowed, she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out, letting me see that it’s all gone.
She then leans over and licks along the base of my spent cock, making me shiver from how overly-sensitive it is. Once it’s clean, she places it back into my boxers, waiting for me to lift my arse, so she can fasten my jeans back up.
I’m so fucking exhausted and spent, I’m not sure I can even lift my arse right now. Instead, I reach under the table for her. “Get back up here,” I say lazily.
Indie slides out with ease, dropping into the seat beside me with a sexy smirk on her face. I lean over and press my lips against hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth, so I can taste myself on her tongue.
We both moan into each other’s mouths at the feel of each other, my nerve endings prickling with excitement as my cock twitches again. “You were such a good girl,” I tell her, loving the way her smile grows with the praise.
She shuffles on the seat as she grinds her thighs together, making it clear there’s an ache between her legs that she desperately needs relief from. “Does that mean I get my reward?” she asks, sounding hopeful.
I press a sweet kiss to her cheek as I nod. “Yes, but we have to eat first,” I tell her.
Before she even has the chance to come up with a response, Caramelina comes rushing over to the table, carrying our food.
She places it in front of us, looking proud when Indie tells her how amazing the food looks and smells.
She tells us to enjoy, before speeding away to take care of the large party.
After I’ve put my jeans back on properly, we settle into an easy conversation as we eat our food. Indie tells me about her time away, and all the different places she moved to. I told her about my time working for Marcus, and how things have been with Courtney.
We both skate around how different our lives might have been had Indie never left, and although I was devastated at the time, I can’t deny I’m pleased with the way things have turned out.
Without her leaving and then coming back, we might not be the triad we are now. I might never have gotten to be with Jake and her. How can I be mad about our past when it’s led to a future I’ve only ever dreamt of?
Once we’ve finished our meals, and Indie has paid Caramelina a lot of compliments, she asks us if we’d like any desserts.
Before Indie can reply, I answer for us both.
“Would it be okay if we just sit for a bit before deciding? There was so much food, but I think if we give it a chance to go down, we might be able to make room for one of your famous desserts.”
Indie looks like she wants to disagree, given the large portion of pasta she just ate, but I cut her off with a stern glare before she can even start talking.
Caramelina reaches over and pats my cheek before pinching it.
“Of course. You take all the time in the world. Can I get you anything else to drink in the meantime?”
I shake my head, pointing to the half full drinks we already have. “We’re all set, thanks.”
With a bright smile and a nod, she rushes away. For an older lady, she’s constantly on the move. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her walk at a normal pace. If she’s not rushing, she’s sat down.
Once Caramelina has left, Indie turns to me, wincing as she pouts. “I genuinely don’t think I could eat another thing. Why did you tell her we’d make room for dessert?” she whines, rubbing her perfectly flat belly.
I lean in closer, loving the way she shivers from my proximity. “Because I owe you a reward,” I whisper.
Her breath hitches as her eyes widen. “Here?”
I shake my head, but before she can say anything more, I cut her off. “You’ll see.”
Her bottom lip pops into a pout, and I can’t help but smirk. I tell her to be patient, and we settle back into our comfortable conversation as we finish our drinks.
When Indie isn’t looking, I pull my phone out of my pocket, keeping it hidden from her under the table. I view the screen underneath the tablecloth, and I can just about operate it using one hand. I scroll until I find Jake’s number, sending him a quick text.
MILES
Are you in an important meeting?
JAKE
No, it’s just my father now, why? Is everything okay?
MILES
Everything is fine. Indie has earned a reward, and I wanted you to be part of it. When she calls you, can you get away from the meeting for a few minutes?
JAKE
Of course. What do I need to do?
MILES
Just answer the phone when she calls, and be somewhere private. It’s a reward for her, not you.
JAKE
That doesn’t sound fair.
MILES
Don’t sulk, Pretty Boy. If you enjoy her reward, maybe you’ll get one of your own.
JAKE
How did she earn a reward?
MILES
She took my punishment like a good girl.
JAKE
Fuck. I’m hard just thinking about you two now.
MILES
Enjoy your meeting, speak soon.
JAKE
Cocktease!
I have to bite my lower lip to stop from smiling, and when I look up, Indie is watching me intently. I slide the phone back into my pocket as she asks, “Everything okay?”
I nod, not giving anything away. “Fine.”
“Who were you talking to?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Nobody.”
Her eyes narrow as her brows pull together, obviously not happy with my vague response. “It was obviously somebody.”
I fix her with my sternest glare, holding myself up in a way that most people find intimidating. “I think you should go to the bathroom and wash up.”
She shrinks away from the harshness of my tone. “Sorry, I’m fine now.”
“It was not a suggestion,” I snap, her eyes widening.
She slides out of the booth, looking extremely confused as she makes her way over to the bathroom. I make sure that nobody is looking, and quickly follow behind her without Indie noticing.
As soon as she walks into the women’s bathroom and begins closing the door, I push it open with my hand and storm in behind her. She lets out a startled yelp and begins to protest, her words trailing off when she sees it’s me.
I make sure the bathroom door is locked before stalking towards Indie.
There are two stalls along the opposite wall, both of which have open doors, and are thankfully empty.
There’s a marble counter with two built in sinks on the wall adjacent to the door we just came in through, and a hand dryer on the side wall.
Caramelina makes sure the bathroom is always clean and well looked after, with not a spot of mess anywhere in sight. The silver taps are so clean, they fucking glisten.
I stalk towards Indie slowly, my devilish grin growing with each step backwards she takes. Although she’s not afraid of me, her instincts are telling her to back away, like prey being stalked by a predator, but there’s nowhere for her to go.
Her spine hits the wall behind her as she lets out a soft gasp, but I keep advancing. Only stopping once my body is flush against hers, I press my hands flat against the wall on either side of her head, caging her in.
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing on it nervously as she stares at me with fire in her eyes.
“Are you ready for your reward?” I ask, before pressing a kiss against her neck.
“Yes, please, Sir,” she breathes out as she tilts her hips, trying to rub against my hardening cock.
I grab hold of her chin, my palm resting against her throat, as I use my thumb and finger to move her head where I want it. I tilt it back so she’s looking up at me, then I lean down and bite her bottom lip, pulling it out from between her teeth.
“Nobody gets to bite this lip except me and Jake,” I tell her, nibbling lightly on her swollen flesh until she whimpers.
I take a step back, my only hold on her is my hand on her cheek, and her body seems to sag without me there to keep her upright.
“Take off your thong, bend over the counter with your dress up, and show me your arse.” My authoritative tone makes her gasp, but she moves quickly, doing as she’s told.
Once she’s slipped her thong off, she pauses for a moment, wondering what to do with it. I hold out my hand, waiting for her to give it to me. She takes just a little too long to hand it over, and I’m forced to narrow my eyes at her, leaving no room for debate.
She places it in my hand, and I let out a low groan when I feel how soaked the material is. She’s been dripping wet all day, the anticipation of this moment building, and now it’s time to give her what she needs.
I slide the thong into my pocket, before looking over to see Indie bent over the marble surface, with a giant mirror in front of her. She’s watching me through the reflection as I take in her beautiful, soft skin.
Her creamy arse is up in the air, and the way her back is arched exposes her pretty pink pussy to me. I can see it glistening, just begging for attention. Indie’s dress is bunched up around her waist, her covered tits and cheek pressing against the cool marble.
I step closer before kneeling down between her legs, my face right beside her dripping cunt. When I take in a deep breath, all I can smell is her intoxicating scent, and it makes my mouth water.
Her legs are trembling slightly as I grab hold of her hips, gripping tightly to keep her in place. With no hesitation, I dive into her pussy like a starved man finally being presented with food. I lick along the length of her slit, covering my tongue, lips, and face with her juices.
Indie rocks her hips against my tongue, moaning and whimpering as she chases the pleasure I’m giving her. I alternate between licking the length of her slit, pressing into her entrance as far as I can, and circling her clit before flicking the tip of my tongue over it.