Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 220

It’s late when the house finally quiets. Everyone decided to sleep over. It's the kind of silence that feels like it’s wrapping around you. Xander’s pressed against me, his breath brushing the back of my neck. I must’ve drifted off because the next thing I feel is movement, tracing along my skin.

A sound leaves me before I can stop it, rough and needy. I feel him shift, then wrap his hand around my cock and stroke in that torturous slow way he knows drives me mad. My body stirs before my mind catches up, caught somewhere between a dream and the pull of him. I force my eyes open, and the dim light from the lamp fills in the edges. He’s watching me, head propped on his hand, eyes dark and soft all at once.

Our gazes lock. The air between us feels like it might spark if I move too fast. I swallow, trying for composure I don't have.

There’s a look in his eyes....slow-burning, sure of itself, almost dangerous in its patience. His breathing is unhurried, but it’s not calm. I can feel the pulse of it between us, that low thrum of want that neither of us ever really escapes. He pushes the covers down, his grip on me tightening.

My back arches instinctively. I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. “You know,” I murmur, pleading with my own self-control, “I’m starting to think you only love me for my body.”

His mouth curves slightly, that lazy, knowing smile. “Why on earth would you think that?”

“Keep this up,” I go on, completely breathless now, “And I’ll have to start beating you off with a stick.”

His eyes glint. “What kind of stick are we talking about?”

“Not the one you're thinking,” I shoot back, fighting a smile. He leans in just enough for the space between us to hum, “Shame.”

That same sure look's in his eyes, like he knows exactly how far he can push before I cave. “Relax,” he says quietly. “Door’s locked.”

“How thoughtful of you,” I breathe, heart thudding a little harder than before. The room feels smaller somehow. He kisses me, and I pull him close, too close. I’m starving for him and he knows it. Normally I wouldn’t care who’s around, where we are....all I'd care about is how fast I can get in him...or him in me, but this time, I do care. Damien and Erin are just a couple doors away. Hell, his whole family's under this roof.

He moves, using that strength of his, guiding me until I’m above him. His hands slide up my arms, steadying me there, eyes locked on mine with that silent dare. Then he wraps his legs around me like he’s daring me to try and move.

I let out a shaky breath and mutter, “Fuck Xander, you have no idea what you're doing to me right now.”

His lips twitch, eyes flickering with that teasing kind of heat that always makes it harder to breathe. “I’ve got a pretty good idea,” he says. “You really gonna leave me high and dry like this?”

The words come out rough and with that dangerous grin that says he knows exactly how far he’s gotten under my skin.

I lean in, close enough to feel his breath graze my jaw, and press a slow kiss to his cheek. “This is killing me,” I whisper. “But I’m pretty sure you can tame your cock till tomorrow.”

The look he gives me says everything.... disappointment and something almost wounded under it. Then he scoffs, shoves me off, and literally shifts away to the edge of the bed. His voice comes quieter, flat in a way I'm guessing is meant to sting.

“Fine! be that way.”

He then pulls over his pillow and lies down, the covers tossed aside like he doesn’t care. I'm about to ask him if he's seriously throwing a tantrum over not getting to fuck me when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them off extremely slowly. Yanking his cock down with the fabric only for it to slap back up as it's freed, resting on his abdomen.

I know even that was intentional. He’s aware I’m watching, and that awareness twists everything inside me. It’s like he’s daring me, teasing me, and I can feel the pull like gravity. My whole body tightens instantly.

He wraps his hand around his length and starts stroking. My pulse spikes in a way that makes my head spin. His breath leaves him in rugged bursts as he grazes his thumb over the wet head where a bead of precum has already formed. Then he quickly begins sliding his cock through his fist.

I push myself up on an elbow. “The hell do you think you’re doing?” My voice comes out rougher than I mean it to. Desperate.

He doesn’t even flinch. Just turns his head slightly. “What does it look like?” his voice is low enough to scrape down my spine. “I’m getting myself off. Don’t mind me. Go back to sleep like you so desperately want to.”

He closes his eyes again, lashes dark against his skin, and lets out another soft, breathless sound. The kind that hits me square in the gut. My fingers curl into the sheets as I watch him, every muscle in me drawn tight.

My eyes can’t leave him.

The silver bracelet on his wrist catches the light just as his hand moves. Every flex of his fingers, every subtle twist of his wrist......

He's hard and thick, veins running up his length like the sight's made to pull me in deeper. He looks at me, eyes heavy-lidded and those tempting lips parted.

Then I hear it. My name.

Falling from his lips in a moan that sounds too real, too fucking wrecked.

“Jax....”

My breath catches. He tilts his head back slightly, voice strained. “It’d be so much better if it was your mouth taking me in deep,” he whispers. “But since I’m dating a selfish son of a bitch....”

He trails off, a sharp inhale filling the silence between us. I can’t breathe. I can’t look away. “You’re really gonna pretend you don’t miss how crazy this cock drives you?” His voice is dragging me closer even though I try to pull back in my head.

His words are like fire sliding straight down my spine. “Don’t pretend,” he murmurs, his strokes quickening, eyes daring me to argue. “I know exactly what you’re imagining.”

He’s dangerous, winding me up like this until I’m caught, pinned in place by the tension.

“You’re picturing it, aren’t you?” he presses, and the way he says it makes my blood feel electric. “How I'd spread you out, take you until you can’t breathe without me inside you....”

I’m moving before I even realize it. My body betrays me, muscles coiling, fingers twitching as if I could reach out without even touching. Then I’m on top of him, the heat between us is a current that crackles through the air.

He lets out this sharp breath, and fuck if it doesn’t go straight to my cock.

“Who’d have thought you’d be this needy,” I growl against his ear, letting my hand trail down his side before I replace his hand with mine and take over stroking him. “Can’t even go two days without turning into a horny little brat. Tell me, Xander...how bad do you want me? I’m just dying to hear how desperately you need this cock inside me.”