Page 63 of Mutual Obsession (Rivals of Blackthorn #2)

“Dead men can’t talk. There’s no better way to send a message than for people to see it with their own eyes. Now everyone knows how I deal with traitors and thieves,” I explain.

Indie continues to look horrified, but she gives me a tight smile, like she’s trying to understand. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever truly comprehend the lifestyle you two live, but I’m sure you only do what’s best for everyone involved.”

I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. I keep my eyes locked on hers, searching for any sign that she views me differently after my confession. “Does it upset you to hear this stuff? Does it scare you in any way?”

I hold my breath as she thinks over her answer.

My heart is racing, and I’ve never feared a response more than I do right now.

This is a part of who I am, and although I can shelter her from some aspects of our life, and I can deliberately not discuss work in front of her, it doesn’t change who I am or what I do.

Indie shakes her head before turning to look over her shoulder at Miles, and then back to me. “I could never fear either of you. I might not like the work you do, but I never want you to have to hide who you are from me.”

I see the smirk on Miles’ face turn to a smile as he locks his gaze on me. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes, and when he begins rocking his hips, I can see why.

Indie’s eyes roll at the unexpected movement, a loud whimper ripping from her lips as she clutches her hands on her thighs, her nails digging into her flesh, as she tries desperately not to move or respond to his sudden activity.

As Miles continues to rock his hips, with his cock buried deep in Indie’s pussy, driving her wild, the pent up energy from the last few days comes flooding back.

My dick throbs painfully and I waste no time popping the button on my trousers before sliding the zip down.

I lift my arse a little, so I’m able to shimmy my trousers and boxers down just enough to get the access I need.

My cock springs free, and I wrap my hand around the base, squeezing just enough to ease the ache. I can’t stop looking at Indie’s bouncing tits as she tries desperately not to move, her head thrown back in bliss as moans of pleasure slip out.

“Stop!” Miles snaps, and both mine and Indie’s gaze flick straight over to him, to see who he’s talking to.

Miles is glaring at me, watching intently as my hand strokes up and down my hard length, forcing beads of pre-cum to gather at the tip. His harsh stare is enough to halt my movements, but the firm authoritative tone leaves no room for arguments.

I quickly let go of my dick, hissing as blood rushes to the tip, throbbing painfully as it aches to be touched again. I let Miles see the plea in my gaze, but he simply ignores it.

“Strip completely, then sit there and just watch. Do not touch yourself without my permission,” he states firmly, and without even thinking, I follow his command.

Indie watches me intently as I remove all of my clothes, before sitting back in the chair with my painfully hard erection resting against my stomach. Once Miles is satisfied I won’t break his rules, he turns his attention back to Indie.

He moves his hands to her hips, gripping her tightly as he thrusts in and out of her.

His lips are pressed against her neck as he finally gives her permission to move.

“Fuck me, Gorgeous Girl. I want Jacob to watch as you come all over my cock. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and come like a whore?”

Indie whimpers as her body responds to his instructions. She’s no longer sitting there, taking whatever he gives her as she tries hard not to move. Now, Indie is matching each of his thrusts, bouncing up and down on his lap with fervour, as she takes every inch he gives her.

“Oh, fuck,” she cries, throwing her head back as she slams down onto Miles’ lap at the same time he thrusts upwards. “You’re so fucking deep.”

Miles’ grip on Indie’s hips is so tight, there’s no doubt he’s going to leave marks, but she doesn’t seem to care. She’s just as rough as he is, slamming down onto him hard, forcing him to hit that spot deep inside that makes her throw her head back in ecstasy.

Soon the room is filled with the sound of their skin slapping together, mixed with Indie’s whimpers and Miles’ deep grunts, as they both edge closer to their impending release.

I can see, even from this painful distance, they’re both close to finishing. Their rhythm has become uncoordinated, and Miles’ thrusts have become frantic, as he uses his grip on her hips to get as deep as he can.

Indie’s no longer trying to match his thrusts. She’s submitted her body over to him in every way, as she allows him to manipulate her in whichever way he chooses, confident in the knowledge that her pleasure is his priority.

“Ohhh, Miles—Sir—I’m so close. You’re so deep…and it feels…amazing.” Each part of the sentence is punctuated by her pulling in gasps of air, making her sound breathy and wanton as she pants and moans for the man beneath her.

“Your cunt is as fucking tight as a glove, Gorgeous Girl. Do you like having my big dick stretching you out?” Miles grunts, snapping his hips into Indie.

“Yes, I… I need you… I’m so full,” she whimpers, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she screws her eyes shut, letting herself get lost in the emotions.

Without missing a beat, Miles quickly lifts one of his hands from her hip and slaps her arse hard enough for her to cry out. He grabs hold of her hip again, as her eyes snap open.

“Be a good little slut and let Jacob see you when you come. Don’t take your eyes off him. I want him to watch as you fall apart for me. I want him to see how much of a whore you are, just for us.”

Fuck, his dirty words have my cock leaking like a fucking broken tap, and I’m aching to touch myself.

As Indie fixes her gaze on me, letting me see how much his words are affecting her, for just a few seconds, I worry I might come without even being touched.

“You are so fucking gorgeous taking his dick like that, Baby,” I tell Indie, watching as her tits bounce almost hypnotically with each thrust.

She throws the biggest smile at me, reminding me how much my girl likes to be praised. Miles must be able to feel her response as he lets out a loud groan.

“She loves you praising her.” Miles confirms what I suspected. “Her cunt flutters and grabs my cock, showing me how much of a dirty little slut she is.”

Indie moans at the crude name, and I can’t help but ask, “Do you like when we call you a slut and a whore?”

She’s nodding her head before I’ve even finished the sentence. “I want to be a slut, just for you two.”

Fuck, it takes every bit of willpower I have—and that’s not a great deal—to not wrap my hand around my cock, to ease some of the now-painful ache.

Miles presses a kiss against her neck, sucking on the spot we both know she loves, before finally saying, “Show him how good of a slut you are by coming on my cock.”

Indie nods her head, but doesn’t say anything as she gets lost in Miles’ unrelenting pace.

“Are you close, Baby?” I ask her.

She nods. “So close.” She then turns to look over her shoulder at Miles. “Please, can I come, Sir.”

I expect him to drag it out, to torture her a little longer, like he usually does, but there’s a flicker of relief on his face when she asks, and he’s quick to give her permission. “Come. Now!”

As Miles’ jaw tightens, his teeth grinding together, the veins along his arms become more prominent, and it becomes clear his whole body is tense.

I recognise the look, and that’s when it occurs to me…

he’s been holding off his own orgasm, waiting for Indie to come first, and given how tense he is, he’s barely holding on.

Indie seems to have been waiting for his permission, and as soon as Miles says she can, her body stiffens for just a second before pleasure ripples over her, as she cries out.

She screams Miles’ name, mumbling her thanks as she allows the waves of her orgasm to consume her. Throughout it all, she never takes her eyes off mine, letting me see it all as she loses herself in him.

I see the moment Miles finally lets go. A loud grunt followed by a low moan signals his own release, and he keeps his cock buried inside her as he fills her with his cum.

He lets go of her hips and wraps his arms around her stomach, pulling until her back is resting against his chest, and they’re both relaxing against the sofa. Their chests are rising and falling almost in sync as they gasp for air together, his cock still buried deep in her pussy.

I watch in amazement as his cum seeps out of her red, swollen cunt, finally able to get free now that Miles’ cock has softened inside her. Droplets ooze down the inside of her thighs, edging closer to the sofa beneath, and I can’t stop myself from licking my lips at the sight.

Miles’ low, deep chuckle pulls my attention back to him, and my cheeks heat when I realise he’s been watching me the whole time I’ve been staring at his cum.

“Get on your knees,” he tells me. I’m so fucking excited to finally be involved, I fall between his legs in an instant.

He lifts Indie up just enough for his dick to slip out of her dripping pussy. He keeps her on his lap, his arms wrapped around her, as he presses sweet kisses to her neck, shoulders, and back.

“Lick her pussy clean, Pretty Boy. Do a good job and you’ll get your reward.” Miles’ voice is deep and husky, making me ache for him.

There was a time I would have hesitated over this, getting lost in my own head over what it means, but now, as I look at my boyfriend’s cum dripping from my girlfriend’s pussy, I want nothing more than to taste them both.

I dive in like a man who has been desperate to do this for days. I ignore the way Indie whimpers and hisses from the sensitivity, using my tongue just the way she loves to bring her pleasure.