Page 128 of Mutual Obsession

I feel the telltale tingling in my balls, my stomach tightening as it ripples up my spine, letting me know I’m edging closer to what feels like a fucking mind-blowing finish. But I have rules too, and after this, I won’t have the energy to be punished, so I do what Miles expects of me.

“Sir, I’m close too. Please, please can I come when Indie does?” I beg between pulling in frantic gasps of air.

Miles lets out a low groan as his thrusts become faster and more uncoordinated. I have had to slow my movements a little, but I still push myself as deep as I can, loving the way Indie becomes frantic between us.

I press soft kisses along her spine before nibbling on her neck, both of us anxiously waiting for Miles to give us the permission we both crave. Indie’s begging has become so desperate and high-pitched, I can barely make out the words between whimpers, and I know she won’t be able to hold back for much longer—neither will I.

“Come, both of you. Now!” Miles shouts desperately, slamming his cock deep into Indie’s dripping cunt as I thrust deep into her arse.

With us both buried deep, stretching her as wide as we can, Indie falls apart, her orgasm hitting her as she screams out with pleasure. Her whole body tenses, before shivers ripple through her, forcing her body to tremble between us.

Her arse clamps down hard around my cock, and I can feel her pussy walls fluttering as her orgasm rips through her. The way she squeezes my length, combined with the sternness of Miles’ words, is all it takes for me to lose the last thread of control I’d been desperately clutching onto.

With a loud roar, I bite down on Indie’s shoulder, rutting into her arse one final time, as I blow my load deep inside her. It feels like I spurt forever, coating her insides with my cum, claiming her in the most primal way.

At the same time, Miles grunts out his release, and I can feel his cock pulsing through the thin wall that separates us as he fills her cunt with his cum. We hold her tight as we allow her tight holes to milk every last drop from us.

I press soft kisses over the bite mark on her shoulder, while Miles captures her lips with his, both of us tenderly showing her how much we care as she slowly comes down from her release. Her body stops trembling, her muscles relaxing as she seems to sag between us, all the energy floating from her body.

As my cock softens, Miles’ has done the same, yet neither of us is quite ready to leave the warm tightness of Indie’s holes. She lets out a soft hum as soon as Miles releases her lips, resting her cheek on his chest as exhaustion hits.

He’s wearing a fucking smug smile as he reaches over and snakes his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down until he can press his lips to mine. We kiss slowly and lazily, each of us tasting and savouring the feel of the other in a passionate, claiming way.

When we finally pull apart, Indie is struggling to keep her eyes open, and Miles’ smugness has been replaced by the genuinely happy smile he seems to reserve just for us.

“How was that for you, Indie?” he asks. I raise a brow at him in question, since the answer seems fucking obvious, but he just rolls his eyes at me. “It’s called aftercare. When you do something new and experimental, it’s important to check how the other person is doing, to see if there was anything they didn’t like, or that they’d prefer done differently another time.”

My mouth falls open in understanding. “Oh, sorry.”

Miles just smiles, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “You didn’t know.”

Indie chuckles, though her eyelids continue to flutter like she might fall asleep at any minute. “I loved it. It was intense, and I felt fuller and more stretched out than ever, but wouldn’t change a thing.”

I don’t need to see the look on her face to know she means every word. She’d tell us if we pushed her too far, but I trust thatMiles knows her well enough sexually to only ever push within her limits.

He then turns his gaze to me, waiting patiently for me to answer the same question. I can’t help the shit-eating grin that spreads across my face. “No complaints from me…Sir.”

Miles rolls his eyes, trying to remain serious despite the sarcastic way I call him sir. He cracks much quicker than I expected, a laugh bursting free.

“I think we should go to bed,” Miles states when Indie’s eyes close and her mouth opens with a yawn.

“I don’t want to pull my cock out,” I grumble, pouting.

“Well, it’s not staying in my arse all night,” Indie retorts, opening her eyes long enough to glare at me.

Miles chuckles, trying to find a compromise. “How about we leave our cum in her all night instead?”

Indie lets out a groan that sounds suspiciously like a moan as I quickly agree with Miles. We all hiss as we pull out, and I make sure to keep my eyes fixed on Indie the whole time, watching as both Miles and my cum drips from her gaping, used holes.

“So fucking beautiful,” I say, watching our cum mix together as it drips down her milky flesh.

“I’m a very lucky girl,” Indie says, as Miles gathers her into his arms, lifting her off the sofa, so he can carry her to bed.

There’s no sarcasm in her voice, and it’s more than clear she means it, but I shake my head all the same. “No, Baby, we’re the lucky ones.”

The next couple of days seem to fly by in what can only be described as naked bliss. Miles, Jake, and I spend the time at home, thoroughly engrossed in each other as we learn every inch of our bodies.

As soon as we learnt that Chloe and Marcus knew the truth, we knew it was only a matter of time before the delicate bubble we’ve been living in bursts, and we’d have to face the world. So, like the cowards we are, we put that off for a few more days, by cancelling our plans and staying holed up in the flat.

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