Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 199

Jax doesn’t show up right away.

I know what he’s doing. Drawing it out. Making me sit here with the weight of every second stretching between us. The air feels too warm, the sheets too thin against my skin. I could get up, walk out and tell him to quit the mind games....but I don’t.

Because this is his arena, and I always step into it willingly. Sex is where Jax owns every inch of himself.....and, somehow, every inch of me too. It’s his element, his language, the place he never fumbles or second-guesses. He doesn’t have to think....he just knows how to move, how to take. Every time, it feels like he’s steering something bigger than either of us, and I let him because he does it so damn effortlessly. It’s the one part of him that’s pure instinct, no walls, no masks.

The sound of his footsteps finally breaks the quiet. Every echo an intentional tease.

The door opens, and I can feel him before I see him. That heavy presence he carries like he’s already claimed the air. I keep my eyes forward on the headboard, forcing myself not to move, not to give him the satisfaction.

But then I glance back.

He’s standing at the doorway, gaze fixed on me, expression unreadable but burning all the same. The sight of him hits like impact. A sound escapes him, half a groan, half something darker.

The way he moves is predatory....slow enough to make my pulse stumble. The closer he gets, the smaller the world feels, until it’s just him and the heat rolling off both of us. By the time he’s standing at the edge of the bed, my chest is rising too fast.

“Spread wider,” he says, tone rough but quiet, the command more suggestion than order.

I meet his eyes, and manage a short dry laugh. “Not fucking happening.”

His smirk is the kind that always comes with trouble. “Why?” he asks, voice dipping lower. “Getting shy on me now?” His gaze drags down my body, unhurried. “There’s nothing here I haven’t already seen.... already memorized.”

The words land right where he intends them to. I feel my pulse everywhere.

“Just...” I swallow, trying to sound steady. “Just get it over with.”

He shakes his head, the movement slow. “Not a chance,” he says, stepping closer until he’s close enough that I can feel the heat from him. “That’d be too easy. And I told you, you don't deserve easy.”

There’s a pause. The air hums with it. He leans in until his breath ghosts across my cheek and every nerve in me lights up.

“ And here I thought we had a deal,” he adds with the kind of taunting voice that gets under my skin. “Guess you’re not that interested anymore. Maybe you’ll be too worn out to even attempt fucking me later.”

My pulse stumbles. I let out a slow breath, then mutter a curse and part my legs, just a little. His eyes catch the movement, and something sharp flashes there.

A sound slips from his throat. Then the mattress dips, and he's on his knees behind me. I can smell him, feel the charge coming off him, the kind that makes it impossible to think about anything except what happens next.

He fits between my legs like he owns the space, his knees firmly press into my thighs, nudging....first one, then the other...until I give in and let them fall open. His hands are on me the next second, catching my wrists and dragging them behind me. He crosses them at my back, and before I can curse or breathe, he forces me down. My face hits the mattress, breath catching against the sheets.

“There we go,” he sounds like he’s savoring every second. “Every time I think I've seen you at your most tempting...” His voice dips, smug and satisfied. “...you keep proving me wrong.”

I hear him move...shifting, then the scrape of his weight against the floor. The subtle sound of fabric sliding off. His soft footsteps until he’s at the side of the bed. Then a drawer clicks open and shut. Every tiny noise makes my skin itch.

I press the side of my face into the sheets, trying not to flinch, trying to keep control. Can’t remember the last time I felt this exposed.... stripped bare like this. But that last time was also with Jax. Only he could make me want to give this much, make me crave it..... enjoy it.

Our eyes lock. I feel him studying me hungrily. Heat pools low in my gut, spreading, twisting, and I can’t look away. His gaze traces over me like he’s memorizing every line, every muscle.

I let my eyes wander over him in return. The taut planes of his body, the curve of muscle under his skin, the way he moves with controlled power.... I’ve missed this, craved it, burned for it. Every inch of him pulls at something in me I thought I’d forgotten. My fingers twitch against my back, and I realize he owns this moment, owns me.

I feel the bed shift behind me before I even open my eyes. Jax’s weight presses against the back of my legs. His hands find my hips instantly, claiming. I arch back into him without thinking, and the tip of his cock nudges against me.

His hand drags down my spine and I can’t help the shiver that rips through me. It’s just a touch, just the slightest brush, and I’m already on edge. Then his hand reaches down between my legs and wraps around my cock, pulling it back toward him. I moan before I even know it, loud and unrestrained, and I hate how good it feels.

“You’re already leaking,” he murmurs, teeth brushing my ear, “...and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“J-Jax...” I manage, my voice cracking, my body betraying me.

He leans closer, thumb dragging over me slowly, stopping at my tip. “ Admit you’ve been starving for me. And I'll treat you nicely.”

Heat floods my chest, my throat tight, but I can’t help it. “In your dreams.”

He laughs then, deep and low, and it vibrates straight through me. My stomach clenches and my cock throbs in his hand. “Okay then,” he murmurs, thumb circling. I can’t think straight, and the moan that escapes me says it all.

He suddenly grips my ass firmly, and I bite back a strangled sound, tempted to yank my hands free from behind me and grip the sheets.

“How many rounds do you think I can go before I physically can’t anymore?”

I don’t answer, I can’t. I’m already losing control, every nerve ending on fire.

“Let’s find out,” he says, and the words hit me like a challenge. I feel the cool slick of lube tracing down my crease and my ragged breathing quickens. His fingers start working me open. Normally, he’d ease me in, give me time. Not today.

He drives the finger inside me and I groan loud and unrestrained, practically yelling. My whole body jerks, he doesn’t stop....he drives it in and out, relentless, making me see stars and lose every bit of control I thought I had left.

I’m already burning, already desperate, and I know it’s only going to get worse from here.