Page 64 of Mutual Obsession (Rivals of Blackthorn #2)

As soon as I taste them both on my tongue, my taste buds exploding from the mixture of salty and sweet, I groan loudly before diving in for more. I love the taste of them mixed together, and I don’t want to waste a drop.

I run my tongue along her slit, scooping it deep into her hole to claim every last drop that Indie isn’t keeping for herself. I swallow it all as Indie rubs against my face.

It doesn’t take long before I’ve gathered as much of Miles’ cum as I can, and now most of what I can taste is all Indie. She continues rocking against me, her hand sliding through my hair as she uses her hold to keep me in place, manipulating my tongue to exactly where she wants it.

Miles’ cock is growing hard again underneath her arse, and my own is twitching fucking painfully. All I can think about is the reward Miles promised me.

“I’m going to come. Please, can I, Sir?” Indie groans, her words cutting off on a loud moan.

“Come on his tongue like a good little slut,” Miles replies.

I swipe my tongue along her slit, circle around her clit, before flicking the tip of my tongue over it as Indie cries out. I suck her hard nub into my mouth, nibbling gently with my teeth before soothing it with my lips.

Not long after getting his permission, Indie comes hard on my face, her juices flooding my mouth as she loses control. She cries out, shouting my name loudly, like I’m the deity she prays to, and I reward her by lapping at her cunt.

Her body shivers beneath me as Miles holds her down, kissing and reassuring her as she tries to claw back some semblance of control following her second orgasm. Her juices are coating my face, and I happily lick my lips clean as I sit back, looking at her pretty swollen pussy.

“Good girl,” Miles croons into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine as she soaks up his praise.

Miles then turns to me, a wicked smirk on his face as he drops his gaze to stare at my throbbing, painfully hard cock.

“I’m guessing you want your reward now?” Miles asks, and I quickly nod.

“Yes, please.” I hate how fucking eager I sound, and the way his cocky smirk grows when he hears it.

“Have you been good enough for me to let you choose your own reward?” Miles muses, more to himself than me. He then turns to Indie. “What do you think, Dee? Should Jacob be allowed to choose his own reward?”

She pauses for a second, contemplating her answer, before finally nodding with a smile.

“He’s been so patient the last few days, and I know it’s bothered him that he’s been missing out.

I would really like to see more of the two of you together, if I get a say in his reward,” she replies cheekily, heat flooding her face at her confession.

Miles nods his head slowly, as if contemplating her response. He then turns to me, his heated gaze almost black as his lip tips into a wicked smirk. “If I let you choose, what would you want?”

I mean, this is like handing a child the golden ticket to a chocolate factory and then asking them which sweet treat they want to try first. Of course, they want to try anything and everything, so choosing just one is torture.

It’s the same for me right now, so instead of getting caught in my head, I follow my heart.

“I’d like to fuck your arse,” I admit, my cheeks flushing with my admission as I drop my gaze, not daring to look at him afterwards.

Miles lets out a dark, rumbling chuckle that captures my attention. “I should’ve known you’d choose that.”

I quickly rush to provide other options, just in case he doesn’t like the sound of my, quite frankly, fucking awesome suggestion. “If you’re not into it, we can do literally anything else. I just want to come.”

This time when Miles laughs, his face lights up, making him appear even more handsome. His gaze drops to my cock, taking in how painfully hard I am, before looking over at Indie.

“What do you think, Gorgeous Girl, should I let him fuck my arse?” Miles asks, and I hold my breath, waiting for Indie to respond.

Luckily, almost instantly, she’s nodding her head with an eager expression on her face. “Yes. Definitely.”

Miles turns to face me with a wicked glint in his eyes, and I hold my breath as I wait for him to speak. “You better get the lube.”

My heart seems to skip a beat, and I wonder for a brief second if I heard him correctly. As he lifts Indie off his lap and places her on the sofa beside him, my brain plays catch up and I let out the breath I was holding.

Miles wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it slowly, as he wags his brows at me suggestively. I can hear the unspoken question in them, wondering why the hell I’m not moving when he just handed me everything I’ve ever wanted on a silver fucking platter.

When my brain catches up, I jump up and run over to the chest of drawers beside the sofa, almost tripping over my own feet with anticipation and excitement. I grab the lube and slam the drawer closed, wincing when it bangs louder than I intended.

I walk over to Miles, apprehension seeping into my veins, as I stop in front of him, my arm outstretched with the lube in my hand. Miles stands from the sofa, forcing me to take a hesitant step back, as the unfamiliarity of the situation sends my nerves haywire.

Miles reaches out and places his hand on my cheek, and I lean into the warmth of his touch. He ignores the lube I’m offering, so I drop my arm, allowing him to step closer to me as he strokes his thumb over my cheek.

“I’m still going to top from the bottom a little, as that’s just my nature. I know you’ve done anal with girls before, so you just need to treat it the same as you would have done,” Miles explains, sounding softer than he usually is.

There’s a kindness that he reserves solely for me and Indie, and when he shows us how much he cares like this, my heart is done for. There’s not a doubt in my mind how I feel about this amazing man, and I’m full of regret that I missed out on ten years with him.

I push the dark thoughts away, as this is definitely not the time for them. “Do you want me to start gentle and prep you slowly?” I ask him.

Miles nods, suddenly looking shy and unsure of himself, which shifts my world on its axis as I’m not used to seeing it. “I’ve had a finger in my arse before, but that’s all. You’ll need to go slow at first, but don’t be afraid to push me.”

When I see the vulnerable expression on his face, it hits me how valuable this gift he’s giving me truly is. It’s not something he’s done with anyone else, nor has he considered it. Yet he cares so much about me and my need to experiment, that he’s willing to go above and beyond.

If that’s not love, I don’t know what is .

“What position would you feel most comfortable in?” I ask him.

He pauses, tilting his head as he contemplates his options. “On my back, on the sofa. I want to see everything.”

A ripple of excitement shivers down my spine, and I can picture his intense gaze as he watches his arse swallow my cock.

I’m suddenly a little worried I might not make it all the way into his arse before I blow my load.

This release has been building for a few days, and I’m on the fucking edge already.

Man the fuck up, Jacob. You need to make this good for Miles, as it might be the only time you get to do it, I remind myself, and it’s just what I needed to hear right now. If this is our only time doing this, I need to show him how fucking amazing it is.

“Get on your back on the sofa then,” I tell him, nodding towards the space in the middle of the couch, while Indie sits on the far end.

Miles’ brow raises in question at my instructions, and I quickly add, “Please.”

He fights to hold back a smile at the sheepish expression on my face, but he does lower himself onto the middle sofa cushion. Without needing to be prompted further, he bends his knees and places his feet on the edge of the sofa, spreading his legs apart to expose himself to me.

He watches my throat as I visibly gulp, my heart racing, as I take in the sight of this fucking gorgeous man spread open just for me, putting himself in a vulnerable position, just because I asked him to.

I step in between his legs, watching as his hungry gaze rakes over my body, leaving a trail of heat behind. With his hands wrapped around his knees, he pulls his legs open wider, and I’m able to kneel before him.

I open the lube and drizzle it over his arse, and as Miles’ loud hiss quickly turns into a groan, my heart flutters. I watch as it drips over his puckered hole, coating him as I squirt some into my hand.

Once my fingers are covered, I move my lubed hand to his arse, massaging the lube into his waiting hole. Initially, Miles is a little tense, but I take my time, getting him used to the feel of having his arse played with.

When I feel him relax, that’s when I slowly press the tip of my finger in, groaning at how tight he feels as his ring protests against me.

“Just breathe,” I tell him, repeating the instructions he gave me not too long ago. “Relax and push against me.”

He follows my command, and with a deep groan, his arse swallows all of my finger. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from coming just for the feel of him clamped around me.

Capitalising while he’s relaxed, I pull my finger out, stopping when just the tip remains inside, before pressing back in deep. I do this a few more times, letting him get used to the feeling, and when his body relaxes further, I add a second finger.

Miles hisses loudly as the two digits stretch him wider than he’s ever had before, and I continue my slow thrusts, pressing in as much lube as I can whilst I’m widening him in preparation.

When his grumbles of pain turn to moans of pleasure, that’s when I know he’s ready. I have to go deep with my fingers, but I can just about reach his prostate from the right angle, and that intense pleasurable sensation is more than enough to get him heated.