Page 94 of Mutual Obsession (Rivals of Blackthorn #2)

I slide my hands around his neck, pulling on the hair at the nape until it draws a deep moan from him, making my dick throb painfully. I rock my hips against him to help ease some of the pressure, and as I feel his hard length rubbing against mine, I whimper into his mouth.

Miles pulls his lips away, and as I’m drawing in some much needed air, he spins me around and presses my chest against the wall. His hands on my hips pull my arse towards him, forcing me to arch my back as my cheek presses against the cool tiles.

I turn to look over my shoulder, and seeing the heat in Miles’ bright-blue eyes makes me come undone. He takes one hand off my hip and grabs hold of my hair, pulling at the strands until I hiss from the sting on my scalp.

“Is this what you want, Pretty Boy?” he growls, grinding his trouser-covered cock against my arse.

“Yes,” I moan, sounding breathy and desperate.

Miles chuckles, that smug smirk of his growing as he reaches around the front of my trousers, groping until he wraps his hand around my hard length. We both moan as he gently squeezes me through the fabric, and I can’t help but rock back against him.

“Torturing that arsehole turned you on, didn’t it?”

I try to nod, forgetting about the grip he has on my hair, and the movement makes my scalp sting even more, which only seems to add to the headiness of the whole scenario.

“You were so hot,” I tell him, not ashamed of how much he turned me on.

I’ve never gotten turned on by torture before, but this was a fairly specific set of circumstances. Not only was I doing it with Miles, we were doing it to protect Indie. Everything we did to that jizzbucket was in revenge for what he put her through, and even then, it will never be enough.

I’ve always been protective of the people I love, but I’ve since learnt that there’s a big difference in my brain between the people I love and the people I’m in love with.

I would do anything for Chloe and Marcus, because I love them, but I would burn the world down for Miles and Indie, because I can’t live without them.

They bring out a jealous, possessive side I didn’t know I had, and at first, it scared me a little. I know I have an addictive personality, and I was worried I was just transferring my obsessive tendencies onto something else until Miles showed me how wrong I was.

He made me see I could live without them, as I’ve done it for the last few years, I just don’t want to. I’m fighting for a better world with them in it, because I’ve seen what my life is like without them, and I never want to go back there.

If I have to be protective, possessive, and obsessive to keep them safe, then that’s what I’ll do, and I know Miles would do the same for us. I even think Indie would fight, despite not wanting to, if there was a chance she could lose us. We’re better off together than we are apart.

Miles squeezes my cock once more, pulling me out of my thoughts, as he presses his lips along the curve of my neck, licking and sucking as he goes. I rock between his hand and his dick, trying desperately to show him I want more.

He pulls my earlobe between his teeth, nibbling on it lightly, before pulling back just enough that he’s able to whisper in my ear. “I love seeing you coated in the blood of our enemies. It makes me want to devour you.”

I moan softly as his breath flutters across my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. Before I even know what’s happening, Miles spins me around again, slamming my back against the wall. My head is spinning, and it’s not just from the abrupt movements.

I’m about to say something when Miles drops to his knees in front of me, silencing me in an instant. I watch with rapt awe as he kneels before me, reaching up to unfasten my trousers. He pops the button and pulls the zip down with one hand, whilst using his other to palm himself.

As he frees my throbbing cock from my boxers, I let out a soft sigh, loving the feel of his hand wrapped around my silky skin. I reach to slide my fingers into his hair, but the hard stare Miles throws my way forces me to stop.

“Did I say you could touch me?” he growls.

I shake my head. “No, Sir.”

“So that you’re not tempted, put your hands on the wall above your head. If you move them, I will stop. Do you understand, Pretty Boy?”

My eyes widen as my mouth falls open at his demanding tone—which I have to admit I quite enjoy. “I won’t be able to keep them up,” I tell him, sounding much more whiny than I intended.

“Then you will lose the privilege of having my mouth on your dick. It’s your choice,” he retorts casually, shrugging his shoulders like he doesn’t care, despite still having a firm grip on my cock.

He stares up at me, not moving his hand until I make my decision—not that there’s really one to make. I quickly raise my hands above my head, my breathing accelerating as anticipation hums through me.

When Miles sees me submit to him, the wicked smile he throws my way does dangerous things to my heart. My cock throbs painfully as he starts lazily stroking me. I let out a desperate whimper as I thrust into his hand.

“Good boy,” Miles says with a smile, before wrapping his lips around the head.

I don’t know if my moan is from his words or the feel of his hot, wet mouth enveloping my dick, but I sound needy and desperate as he slides my length into his mouth.

It takes all of my effort to keep my hands above my head, but as Miles bobs up and down on my shaft, I don’t want to risk him stopping. His threats are never empty, and I can’t bear to lose his mouth on me right now.

Although he starts slow, working in more of my length each time, when he finally hits the back of his throat, he speeds up. He pumps his hand at the base of my shaft while his mouth and tongue devour the head, both of the movements complimenting each other in a way that drives me fucking crazy.

Every time my cock hits the back of his throat, making him gag and splutter around me, I see stars. His throat contracts around me, squeezing in the most perfect way, and I can’t take my eyes off the gorgeous man on his knees for me.

He may be the one with all the control, taking whatever he wants, only giving me the pleasure he chooses to, but when he’s choking on my dick, I’ve never felt more powerful. I want nothing more than to lace my hands in his hair, to fuck into his throat, but this is equally as fucking hot.

Miles forces my length deeper with each thrust, until my eyes are rolling in the back of my head from the intensity of his mouth on me. He sucks and licks, drawing every ounce of pleasure from me, and I can feel myself barrelling closer to my release.

It’s not building slowly like it normally does. No, I’m sprinting towards it with full force. My stomach muscles are tightening, and my lower back is tingling, not to mention the throbbing ache deep in my balls, begging for release.

“Oh, fuck. Sir… Fuck, I’m so close. I’m… Please, Sir… Please, can I-I come?” I mutter, screwing my eyes shut to focus on my breathing, or I might blow before I get permission.

Miles pulls off my dick instantly, and I slam my eyes open as a long, loud groan leaves my lips. “Nooo. Why?—”

Before I can even finish what I’m about to say, Miles grips my cock hard, glaring at me. “You know the rules. Eyes on me the whole time.”

I nod my head rapidly, apologising quickly in the hope he’ll pick back up where he left off. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll keep my eyes open.”

Miles’ wicked grin returns, and I breathe a sigh of relief when he wraps his lips around my tip once more, before sliding along my shaft until I’m hitting the back of his throat again.

He quickly picks up the rhythm he was using, and it doesn’t take long for me to get back to where I was before he stopped.

“Miles, I’m going to come,” I tell him, letting him hear how desperate I sound.

“Was that a question?” he mumbles, my head still resting against his lips, as he looks up at me through hooded lashes.

I start to shake my head, before changing it to a nod when my brain catches up with his words. “Please, can I come?” I ask, my eyes wide and pleading.

He continues to suck me into his throat as his hand works the base of my shaft, his fist circling me as his tongue slides along the underside of my shaft. All the sensations are too much, and I know I won’t be able to last much longer.

Miles must be able to feel the way my cock is desperately throbbing, as he pulls off just enough to speak. “If I let you come, will you let me fuck your arse against this wall?”

“Yes,” I reply instantly, not even needing to think.

Miles chuckles, and the vibration ripples along my cock, making my balls tingle as I struggle to keep my orgasm at bay. With his lips stretched wide around my dick, Miles looks up at me. “Come, now.”

The sight of this gorgeous man on his knees for me, with his mouth stretched wide as he swallows my cock, whilst demanding I come, is more than I need. My orgasm hits, relief flooding my body as I cry out, spurting cum into Miles’ mouth.

My body trembles as he continues to work his hand and mouth along my shaft, pulling out every drop of cum as I rock against him, my arms burning from being held up for so long.

Miles starts to swallow, and when I see the smallest amount seeping from the corner of his stretched wide open mouth, I let out another groan. He’s never looked more fucking sexy.

As I come down from my orgasm, my legs feel like jelly, and I’m suddenly very grateful to have the wall behind me helping to hold me up. I look down as Miles pulls off my softening dick, watching in amazement as he lifts his head to meet my gaze.

He opens his mouth wide, letting me see my cum sitting on his tongue, and I let out a soft groan as he lifts his hand and spits it onto his fingers. His smirk grows as my gaze flicks between his face and the cum pooled in his hand.