Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 105

I circle him slow, the way a predator does when he’s got his prey cornered. When I'm standing behind him, I press the thick head of my cock right between the crease of his ass. I rub it up, down, dragging over that tight cleft, watching the way his shoulders stiffen even though he doesn’t move. Doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t say no.

“The bed was for your comfort,” I say, letting my free hand climb the hard line of his spine, slow enough to make him shiver. “But if you’d rather...” I roll my hips just enough to let him feel exactly what I’m working with, my cock sliding against him, heavy and aching, “...I’ll bend you over right here in the middle of the fucking room. Give it to you so hard your legs won’t hold you. You’ll fall to your knees, and I won’t mind, Xander… you’re already good at a lot of things on your knees.” The words come out rough, and my hand snakes higher until it’s wrapping firm around his neck from behind, my thumb pressing just under his jaw.

“Or…” I murmur, tightening my grip until I feel him swallow, and then I spin him around, watching that stubborn look in his eyes war with the heat burning right beneath it. I make him take a step back, my chest crowding his until there’s nowhere left for him to go. “...You can get on the damn bed,” I finish, shoving him down onto the mattress.

And fuck...just seeing him there, sprawled with his cock flushed and leaking, eyes still daring me even as his chest heaves, I feel it in my bones. That pull. That need to break him down and put him back together until he knows exactly who he belongs to.

I yank open the drawer of my bedside table, hand closing around the bottle of lube and a condom. My pulse is pounding, hot and erratic when I toss them onto the bed right beside him. The sound makes him turn his head, and I watch every flicker of expression cross his face. The realization lands, this isn’t a tease. No more circling, no more power games. It’s real, it’s happening.

I stay standing at the edge of the bed, staring down at him sprawled across it like some obscene vision, with his cock flushed and his chest rising fast. A sight to fucking behold. My voice comes out rough when I gesture to the lube. “Bought that after you kissed me at that concert. After you bit me.” My eyes narrow a fraction as I recall what exactly that had felt like. “Knew I’d get you like this eventually. On your back....”

I reach down, grip the insides of his knees, and shove them up before guiding them apart. Wide. Exposed. Vulnerable and defiant all at once. My cock throbs painfully at the view. “...Spread open for me,” I add, my voice is thick with hunger. “Show me that tight little hole. Let me see where I’m gonna put it.”

And fuck, there it is. I’ve seen him naked before, yeah, but not like this. Not raw and stretched out beneath me, pupils blown wide, skin flushed, chest tight with every breath. This isn’t casual, this isn’t playful. This is carnal and so damn primitive it threatens to drive me mad.

My tongue drags across my bottom lip as my control fractures. There’s no foreplay in me tonight, no patience. My cock aches, leaking, and I can already taste the way it’s gonna feel to finally be buried inside him. “Fuck,” I growl, the word ripped from somewhere deep. “Xander…” His name scrapes raw from my throat. “I need to be in you. Right fucking now.”

“Jax…” The way he says my name isn’t sharp, isn’t challenging...it’s softer, almost shaky, and it punches right through the haze of lust clouding my head. My gaze snaps to his face, and there it is...something unguarded that cracks at my chest. Concern seeps into me before I even think.

“You good?” I ask, voice low but steady, my hand reaching out to cradle his face, my thumb brushing along his cheekbone.

He nods and it's almost hesitant. Then his eyes lift to mine. “Kiss me,” he whispers. It’s not an order, not a tease. It’s something resembling a plea. And fuck if that doesn’t undo me.

I lean down immediately, cup his cheek firmer, and press my mouth to his. His hand curls around the back of my neck, tugging me closer, holding me there, and I feel it. The way he doesn’t want heat, doesn’t want a fight in this moment. He wants soft, so I give him that. My lips move slow over his, tasting him, savoring him. And it breaks something inside me, because I can feel how much he needs it, how much I oddly do as well. Protective desperation claws up my chest. When I finally pull back, we just stare at each other, breathing the same air, eyes locked like letting go might break the fragile thread tying us together.

His voice comes again, quieter this time, hesitant, like he’s bracing for something. “You’ll stay, right? Once we’ve....I mean, you won’t just switch on me? Get distant?”

My brows furrow, my gaze narrowing as my thumb repeatedly strokes across his skin. “Where’s that coming from?”

The room smells like him now, and it does something to me, grounds me and makes me ache all at once. His eyes dart across my face, unsettled, then land on mine again. And he says it like a confession. “Before, when I bottomed, guys would just get what they wanted and then completely ice me out after. That’s why I don’t…” He cuts himself off, swallows, but I don’t need him to finish. I already get it. And it makes my blood boil. All I want in that moment is to assure him, and then track down every asshole who ever made him feel disposable and break my fists on their faces.

“You told me the other night you really like me,” I say, holding his gaze like I’m daring him to deny it. “That you can’t stop thinking about me.” My hand tightens on his cheek, like I’m anchoring him to me. “Well, that feeling’s mutual. If I was still after just sex, I would’ve completely dipped the first time you said you like me."

“You did,” he counters and I give a small nod....“But I came crawling back, didn't I? Pretty sure I'll always come crawling back Xander, you've got me wrapped around your finger...and clearly, your cock.”

His throat works, his eyes searching mine, and I lean down, kiss his forehead slow, sealing the words into his skin. “You good?” I ask again, murmuring against him.

He nods, small but certain this time.

“Good,” I breathe, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. My lips curve into a sharp, hungry grin. “So can I fuck you now?”

He scoffs, shaking his head, but I catch the ghost of amusement tugging at his mouth. And fuck, the sound, the look...just like that, I’m wrecked all over again.