Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 156

Jax’s chest rises and falls steady beneath me, and for a while I just let myself get lost in the rhythm of it. Twenty minutes of silence, of replaying every word, every look, every truth he laid bare....and I need to cut it before it swallows us whole. So I break it with the simplest thing. “What do you think we should do today?”

His lips curve without him even opening his eyes. “Do we have to do anything?” His voice dips low, teasing and suggestive. “We could just stay here...be resourceful.”

I angle my head up, give him a look sharp enough to cut. He smirks like it only fuels him. I scoff, smiling as I glance away, ready to tell him we can’t spend the whole damn day in bed. But then last night comes back to me, the thing I never got to ask because he passed out so fucking fast.

I shift, forearms on his chest, staring at him. “Did you like it?” My voice comes out lower than I intend, heat tucked into the edges, a need too heavy to hide.

One of his eyes cracks open. “You’re gonna have to be more specific,” he drawls, that smug mouth of his begging to be kissed shut.

So I move closer, lean in until I’m looking straight down at him, elbow pressed into his chest for balance. “Did you like having my cock inside you? Did you like the way I fucked you?”

For a second, his expression shifts, then his lips twitch, and he says, “I’d rate it a solid six out of ten.”

I jerk back a little, heat flooding my face. “Asshole.”

He chuckles, that low, rough sound that curls around my spine, amused with himself. His eyes drag over me slow...predatory and hungry. “There are worse things I could’ve subjected myself to,” he murmurs, voice edged with dark amusement, every word a hook.

His gaze sharpens. “And I can practically see the way your head’s already working, already scheming how soon you can push me down and bury yourself in me again.”

Fuck, he’s not wrong. My body betrays me, hard and aching just at the thought.

I let a slow grin tug at my mouth, fingers dragging lazily over the hard line of his abs.

“Don’t need to push you down, you’re already where I want you....laid out and ready for me.”

He traces a hand lazily down my chest, pausing at my stomach before slipping lower, wrapping it around my cock like he owns it. My breath stutters out of me, a sharp hiss, my hips arching into his touch before I can stop myself.

“Don’t get too used to it,” he says, eyes locked on mine, stroking me slow. “I was feeling generous last night.”

A laugh catches in my throat, choked and dark. “Generous? You wanted it so bad you were grinding down on me like you couldn’t get enough.” My voice comes out edged with need. “Don’t rewrite history just because you’re trying to play tough now.”

His hand is merciless, heat winding sharp and fast through my body until I’m arching up into his fist, biting back curses. He leans down, lips brushing my ear.

“Six point five then,” he murmurs, cruel and smug. “Would’ve been a weak seven if you’d lasted longer than five minutes.”

I groan, the sound ripped from my throat, hips jerking helplessly against his grip. “It’s okay to admit you loved it,” I grit out, breathless. “Next time, I’ll bend you over and fuck you until you can’t stand straight.”

He chuckles, dark, like he’s savoring every inch of my undoing. He dips down close, hovering a hair from my lips. His eyes burn, heavy with heat, he leans down like he’s going to kiss me. I lean up, lips parting, aching for it.

But then he smirks, pulling back.

“Fuck you,” I snap breathlessly.

His grin deepens. “Patience, you’ll get there. Flat on your stomach, begging for me to give it to you right.”

His hand is steady, dragging me closer to the edge with every stroke. The covers are shoved aside now, nothing between us but heat and skin, my cock sliding through his fist. I can’t even keep my hips still.

He leans down again, close enough that his breath ghosts over my mouth. My heart stutters, ready for the kiss he keeps dangling in front of me. Instead, his tongue flicks out, tracing the seam of my lips, tasting me without giving me what I’m dying for.

I groan into it, trying to catch him, but he shifts just out of reach again. His mouth curves wickedly before he dips back in, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging... teasing.

It’s torture, the kind designed to make me ache for him even more. Then he releases my cock without warning, and the absence is brutal. It feels like being dropped from a height, denied right at the brink, the need clawing at me so deep my chest feels hollow. Every nerve screams for his touch again, but all I get is emptiness. I snap my gaze to him, glaring, but he’s fucking smug about it.

He shifts down the bed until he’s right between my legs. His hands clamp around my knees, firmly pushing them up until my thighs are tight to my chest. Then he parts me wider, forcing me open until I’m stretched out, folded over in half, completely exposed. There’s nothing I can hide like this, every part of me bared under his gaze.

Our eyes lock, and my frustration is naked in the stare I pin him with. But his is worse. Hungry, dark and primal. Like he wants to consume me whole.

He leans closer. “Don't get it twisted. I liked it...every inch of you shoving into me like you owned me.”

His honesty cuts me open in a way I didn’t see coming. He smirks, then adds....

“But I hope you don’t forget who had who first.”

“You’re so fucking petty,” I bite out, though my voice is wrecked and hoarse.

“I am,” he shrugs, shameless, like it’s a crown he wears proudly.

Then his gaze drops to the stretch of my opening. His tongue presses to the inside of his cheek as he watches, and when I instinctively try to shift, to stretch my legs out of the pose, he chuckles...a dark, knowing sound.

“Don’t worry,” he says, tone all teasing promise now, “You want another round? I'll give it to you. Let you back inside, see if you can make me fall apart twice....see if you can last longer next time.”

His hand ghosts over my thigh, almost brushing where I want him, but not close enough to give relief.

“But don’t fucking forget, Xander....fair doesn’t mean equal. You’ll play when I say, how I say. You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll beg when I make you.”

The challenge cracks something in me. I let out a shaky laugh to mask the wreckage he’s pulling out of me.

“Watch it, Jax,” I let the smirk drag across my face. “We both know how well you took it, opened up for me like you’d been waiting your whole damn life. And don’t think I missed how you passed out right after.... because I fucked you too good to keep your eyes open.”

He leans down until his face is hovering over mine. His breath skims my lips as he says, low and taunting, “You run that mouth like you’ve got nothing to lose, but we both know I’ve got the one thing that shuts you up real fucking fast.”

And then he proves it, driving into me so deep and fast my words burn out before they ever leave my throat.