Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 112

I tip my head back against the pillow, watch him like he’s a fire I’m about to throw myself into. My voice comes out blunt, no hesitation. “I’m thinking about how you’re gonna sound when I’ve got my cock buried down your throat, hitting the back of it while you choke around me. That what you were thinking, too?”

His laugh this time is darker. He lets go of my arms and shifts back, sitting up on his heels between my spread legs. I start to push up onto my elbows, but his voice cuts across the room, sharp and commanding.

“Stay.”

The word slices through me. And fuck if I don’t listen.

I drop back against the mattress, crossing my arms behind my head like I’m unbothered. Like this isn’t getting under my skin. It’s amusement now, the way he thinks he’s running this game. “Isn't that what you wanted me to do?....Stay?” he drawls. His smile could kill a man. It's dangerous and edged with too much heat. He knows what he's doing.

I arch a brow, play along even as my cock throbs harder. “Tell me, Xander. What is it you want, exactly?”

His gaze darkens, his hands sliding down the inside of my thighs. The muscle jumps under his touch, and my dick jerks, a bead of precum already forming at the tip. I fight like hell to keep my face neutral, to look like I’m the one in control, even though my body’s giving me away.

“You know what I want,” he murmurs, eyes locking on mine, voice dropping lower, heavier. His fingers press harder into the insides of my thighs, forcing them apart inch by inch. My lungs are a goddamn vice.

He doesn’t stop staring at me when he says it, doesn’t blink. “I’ve thought about it. Dreamt about it. Fantasized about it when I jerked off...how it’d feel. What it’d be like to have you.”

My mouth goes dry. Because this...this is new. Nobody’s ever put me on my back like this... obediently. Nobody’s ever made me picture giving that much up. I’ve never let anyone inside me, never even fucking wanted it. But Xander? With the way he’s looking at me now, like he’ll take me apart slow and savor every second....I swear I could drown in it.

I swallow hard, forcing the words out rough, daring, knowing he’ll take it as the challenge I mean it to be. “Come here.”

His smirk widens, sharp as glass. “Scared?” he taunts, voice silk wrapped around a knife.

But he leans down anyway.

My hand comes up fast, wrapping around his throat, dragging him into me. My mouth crashes into his. I kiss him like I need to bruise him, like I’m staking my claim even as he’s unraveling mine. Then I break away, trail my mouth up the sharp line of his jaw, to his ear. My teeth catch his lobe, biting down before I suck, and the sound he makes...low, raw and so damn needy, shoots straight through me.

My lips brush his ear when I whisper, voice hushed but steady, a confident blade cutting through both our restraint. “You wanna fuck me, Xander?”

I pull back just enough to see his eyes. His pupils blow wide, black swallowing the color, hunger written in every line of his face.

And that look? That fucking look tells me I’ve just lit a fuse I’ll never be able to put out. His eyes darken even further as they drag over me, hungry, feral almost. He tilts his head, voice curious in a way that makes it worse. Makes it better.

“Would you let me?”

My gut twists. He says it like he’s asking what I want for dinner, but there’s nothing casual in the way he’s looking at me.

His mouth curves slow and wicked. “Bury myself inside you. Feel how tight you’d be, choking my cock....bet you’d clench so hard I’d lose my fucking mind.... " My throat goes dry at his words. "...I’d go slow at first. Stretch you open. Watch your face while you fight it....while you realize you fucking love it.”

My dick throbs like it’s trying to answer for me. I grit my teeth, pretending I’m not seconds away from panting like I’m starved.

“Keep dreaming, pretty boy,” I rasp, but my voice cracks halfway, makes it sound like anything but conviction.

His chuckle is dark velvet, filthy, the kind that slides over my skin like sin.

“Dreaming? You’re hard as fuck just thinking about it. Don’t pretend you’re not picturing it...me behind you, driving you to your knees, forcing you open on all fours while I watch that tight ass take me deeper and deeper. My hands locked on your hips so you can’t run, can’t do a damn thing but take it. I’d make you feel every inch, make you curse me for how good it feels. Then I’d slam into you until you’re screaming my name and begging me not to stop. And I'd get off on knowing no one else gets to see you like that. No one else has or will ever get to fuck you like that.”

I swallow hard, my muscles tight as a wire, but the image slams into me so violently I almost groan. I shoot back before I can stop myself. “You think you could handle me on my knees for you? You think you’d last longer than a minute in that tight little fantasy of yours?”

“Long enough to spill inside you works for me. I'm simple like that.” His voice is molten, sure. He leans closer, eyes locked on me like he can read every filthy picture in my head.

I laugh under my breath, sharp, taunting, even as heat claws up my chest. “You sound so fucking desperate, Xander. Gonna beg me for it too? Want me to arch my back for you?”

His jaw flexes. “You wanted me on my back the first time.”

My chest jerks with a sharp inhale.

“So you could look at me while you fucked me,” he goes on, slow and merciless. His voice dips, pulling something from deep inside me I don’t want to admit exists. “But me? I’d want you on top of me. Riding my cock, dragging yourself down on me until you’re screaming. Until you can’t stand how good it feels.”

“Fuck,” I curse before I can bite it back. The picture rips through me, jagged and perfect, and my cock aches so hard I’m dizzy.

His smirk is pure sin. He knows he’s got me by the throat without even touching me.

“Would you let me, Jax?” he asks again, quieter this time, like a dare wrapped in a promise. I can’t answer, not with words. My hips twitch, betraying me, and he fucking sees it.

“You want it,” he taunts, voice smooth and cruel, “I can see it. You’re so fucking hard you can’t think straight. Your body already knows what it wants.”

Then he slides one finger between his lips, slicking it slow with spit, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. When his hand starts drifting down, I grab his wrist tight.

“And what exactly do you think you're doing?” My voice is a growl, but my pulse is screaming in my ears.

His grin is sharp, predatory. “Checking to see if you’d like the feel of someone inside you.”

The words burn through me, straight to the place I swore no one would ever touch. And fuck me...I can’t breathe, because I’m not sure I wouldn’t let him.