Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 107

“Say it,” I murmur, hand braced on his thigh, holding him open for me. “Say you want it. Beg me to give it to you.”

He shakes his head stubbornly, biting down on his lip until it goes white. His pride’s still hanging on by a thread.

I thrust just enough for him to feel every vein, every stretch, then pull back to the edge. Again. And again. His body’s screaming for more, but I keep it there, torturing him, dragging him right up to the brink but refusing to let him fall.

“Jax...Don't be a jerk!” he gasps, the fight faltering, desperation leaking into his voice. His head thrashes side to side, his breath ragged.

I stay perfectly still, my cock throbbing against him, waiting. My eyes bore into his. “Say it, Xander.”

He finally caves, voice wrecked, broken down to raw want. “Please...just, fucking move! I need it...I need you.”

Every ounce of restraint I had burns away. My grip tightens on his thigh as I slam forward, finally burying myself in him to the hilt. He cries out, and I swear I see stars.

“You feel that? That’s me,” I snarl against his throat. “Exactly where I’m meant to be.”

The second I bottom out, my vision whites out for a beat. He’s so goddamn tight it feels like my cock’s being strangled in velvet heat, every inch of me gripped hard. I grind in, forcing myself deeper, wringing a choked sound out of him that makes my stomach twist and my balls tighten.

“Fuck,” I rasp, forehead pressing to his temple as I brace myself. “You’re so tight I can barely breathe. Like you were made to squeeze my cock and nothing else.”

He groans, back arching, but I don’t give him time to adjust. I draw back halfway and slam back in, the crack of my hips meeting his echoing in the room. His cry punches through me, pure need.

I grab his wrists, pinning them to the mattress above his head, my body caging his. “This what you wanted, huh? To take me deep enough I ruin you for anyone else?”

He’s muttering incoherently, his legs shaking as I thrust harder, brutal and relentless, hips snapping like I’ve got something to prove. Each stroke is raw, feral, angled to hit every nerve inside him until he’s unraveling under me.

“Look at you,” I sneer, watching his face twist, watching his body bow up into me. “Taking every goddamn inch like it’s all you're good for.”

"Narcissistic prick!" He mutters.

His cock’s leaking between us, his abs tight, and I can feel him trembling around me. I slam in again, harder, grinding against his prostate until he yells my name, desperate and broken.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I pant, my hips brutal, my chest crushing his. “Scream for me. Let the whole fucking world know who owns this tight little hole.”

And Christ, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it. He’s gripping me like a vice, every thrust dragging me closer to the edge.

“Tell me no one’s ever fucked you this deep. This hard.” My voice is a growl in his ear, sweat dripping off my jaw onto his skin. His chest heaves, his lips dragging air like he can’t get enough, and then the bastard breathes, “I’ve had better.”

It’s barely a whisper, but it’s enough to snap something in me. I wrap my hand around his throat, pinning him to the mattress with just enough pressure to remind him who the fuck he’s playing with. My cock throbs inside him, furious...and then I pull out. Every inch of me dragging slow and punishing, leaving him empty.

He makes a strangled sound, his whole body jerking up like he can chase it back inside him.

I fist my cock, jerking it slow and rough above him, watching his eyes widen, watching him twitch. “Maybe I should just finish myself off,” I rasp, letting the head of my cock hover over his stomach. “Cover you in my cum and leave you aching. See if that teaches you to keep your smart little mouth shut.”

He’s shifting under me now, desperate, hips arching like he can’t stand the loss. His fingers dig into my skin, his chest rising in frantic bursts.

“Fuck, Jax!” he grits out, head thrown back, throat working. I tighten my hand on his neck, lean down close. “What was that? You’ll have to be louder. I don’t think I heard you.”

His eyes burn into mine, glassy, defiant, but his voice cracks as he forces the words out. “Get back in me.” It's half plea, half command.

“Begging looks good on you,” I taunt, sliding the head of my cock along his slit, making him twitch. “But since you asked so fucking nicely...I’ll give it to you.”

I grab his knee, shove it up and out, spreading him wide open beneath me. The angle’s perfect, cruel even. I line myself up, and with one savage thrust I slam back inside.

He cries out, his whole body jolting, back arching hard. I groan deep in my chest, grinding down to the hilt.

“Yeah,” I growl, pounding into him, my hand still locked on his throat. “Take every inch. Tell me again if you’ve ever had better.”

He doesn’t. He can’t. All that comes out is my name, broken and frantic, over and over, until he’s lost in me. He’s trembling, every sound spilling out of him like he can’t hold it back anymore. I drive into him, deep and relentless, the slap of skin sharp and obscene in the thick heat of the room. My hand’s still locked on his throat, the other digging into the back of his knee, holding him open.

I watch his eyes roll back as I pound into him again and again. Every thrust has him desperate, his cock flushed dark and leaking across his stomach. I wrap my fist around him without slowing down, jerking him hard and rough, perfectly timed with my thrusts.

“Gonna come for me?” I ask, pumping into him, fisting his cock. “Gonna spill all over yourself while I fuck you raw?”

His whole body bows, his throat straining against my hand, his voice breaking into a hoarse, “Jax, I'm gonna..too close...”

“Do it,” I order, stroking him faster, slamming harder, sweat dripping from my brow onto his chest. “Come for me.”

The command rips through him. He lets out a guttural cry, his body seizing as his cock pulses in my hand. Hot, thick ropes of cum shoot across his stomach, up his chest, splattering his skin. He’s shaking, moaning, his body convulsing around me, walls clamping down so hard I see stars.

“Jesus..fuck—” I groan, the sight of him dragging me to the edge. I pound through his climax, chasing mine, my vision blurring, every nerve lit up with fire. His cum slick body, the sound of him falling apart under me, it’s too damn much. I slam into the base one last time, grinding, and then I’m gone.

I spill hard, teeth bared, my cock jerking as I empty into him. My whole body shudders with it, guttural sounds tearing from my throat as I ride it out, buried to the hilt.

For a second, the world goes silent except for our ragged breaths. He’s ruined beneath me, chest heaving, skin glistening with sweat and cum. And I’m still inside him like I can’t bring myself to pull away.