Page 9 of Edging Obsession

“Fuck, Jules. Your mouth…” I lose thought. My head falls as my dick touches the back of her throat, which tightens around it. I look down at the woman who is controlling me. Tears run from the corners of her eyes. Saliva drips from her mouth. My balls tighten and I shoot cum down her throat. I lose my hold on her, and she pulls away as I slip from her mouth. Jules coughs, wipes her eyes and mouth, and gazes at me. I fall sideways onto the couch, taking her with me.

She’s sweaty, sticky, and dripping with my cum. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I want to see how much control she’s willing to give over, yet I forget how much she has control over me in this short amount of time. One day to be exact.

I take her face in my hands. “Incredible, Jules.”

She lets out a laugh, still wiping away the tears and grime. “I bet you say that to all the women.”

In a deep voice, I say, “Only you.”

Jules loosens while in my lap. The heavy draw we experienced in the beginning seems to grow in strength. My face presses into her hair, taking a huge inhale before carrying her into the shower where I take my time cleaning her. She watches me while I suds her hair and body, rinsing and drying her off. Once finished, I give her a greedy kiss. We return to the lounge area, and I turn on the television, with Jules snuggling up next to me.

5

There are four days left of my travels with the band, and up until now, most of it is occupied by Miles. Sex is our language. Sensual and tender, scattered into the normal of dark and brutal. He’s introduced me to new heights, compelled me in ways I’ve never deemed possible. All of it freeing. Miles motivates by pushing my limits. Sometimes I fight against him to show I’m not a pushover, but I give in to satisfy our needs, and Miles knows exactly how to do just that. This quick pace relationship is nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. When Miles looks, touches, or kisses me, I get tunnel vision and can’t think straight, only about the incomprehensible need for him. It’s insane because I don’t know him, only in the carnal sense, intense and surreal. No one’s ever fucked me hard like Miles. There’s pain, but as he watches me it puts everything at ease and pleasure takes over. This unbelievable link we have is mind-blowing and terrifying. I feel as if I can’t breathe while at the same time, I’m breathing for the first time. The way he stares, the things he says, lures me in and sticks to me like flypaper. His demanding voice and personality make my head fuzzy. Not in a bad way…it’s just I’m reckless in his presence, and the wildness has me desperate for more.

The band has played in Boston and New York, and is taking a few days off. Today is one of them. After a full night of sexual fulfillment, Miles and I go to the band’s suite to see how things are going. Callan opens the door, a pillow covering his front. Without acknowledging us, he turns and stumbles to the couch, his bare ass visible. Miles breathes out awhat the fuckwhile our eyes browse the room. Empty alcohol and beer bottles litter the floor. Cocaine and other drug paraphernalia are spread across the table. Naked and half-naked women are passed out on the floor and furniture.

From the floor, Ace grumbles, “Where’s the cat?”

Miles’ face turns to disgust as he asks, “What cat?”

“The one that shit in my mouth.”

Miles throws a pillow at him. All of the guys are exposed so he ushers me out of the room.

He jabs his thumb over his shoulder as we walk away. “This is why I don’t share a room.”

My hand slips into his and his scowl softens. “Isn’t this the life of a rockstar?”

“Not my life.”

I let out a little laugh. “My aching body disagrees.”

Miles gives my hand a slight squeeze. “Sex, yes. Getting wasted and drugs, no.”

It’s the last free day before I head home, and the band continues the rest of their tour. For once, Miles and I decide to leave the room and explore New York. He wears a NY baseball cap and sunglasses. I laugh at his disguise. While walking down the street, holding hands, I get a strange feeling someone is following us, and I periodically turn around to see. A huge guy, bigger than Miles, is always a few steps behind us. Glancing around, I recognize another guy I’ve seen several times when Miles is coming and going from the hotel or even ordering room service.

I tug on his arm and whisper, “There are a couple of guys trailing us.”

Miles doesn’t show any concern when he says, “They’re my bodyguards.”

Another glance behind, and I find myself advancing closer to Miles, hand gripping his. We do the touristy things in New York: Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building, and a walk in Central Park. He blackmails me into going up in the Empire State Building by saying he’ll make my evening painful if I don’t. Even though the idea of Miles inflicting pain on me is somewhat arousing, I am not sure how much pain, so I give in. Of course, my eyes remain closed, and the bodyguards stand close, blocking the side views. Miles holds me against his front, and walks closer to the edge, causing me to squeal.

“Jules, you’re bringing attention to us. To me.”

My heels dig into the ground. “Then let me go.”

“No! You have to get over your fears.”

I shake my head vigorously. “And you think this is the way? You’re crazy.”

A rumble comes from his chest as he refrains from laughing out loud. “It’s in preparation for what’s to come.”

My body twists to face him. “What’s to come?”

His gaze drifts lower to meet mine. “More experimental fucking.”

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