Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 283

I see it happen, the exact second Jax’s restraint snaps. His eyes go dark and hungry, like every last thread he’s been holding onto just burns up between us.

“How bad do you want it, Xander?” his voice is low enough to vibrate through me.

“Bad,” I breathe, shaking my head because it’s not enough. “I’m so fucking desperate for you it hurts....want me to beg? Cause I’m willing to do just about anything.”

That’s all it takes.

His hand fists in the front of my shirt and he yanks hard, dragging me with him until his back slams against the empty metal rack. The clang echoes around us. I barely get my breath back before he’s on me, leaning in, mouth finding my neck with zero hesitation.

The bite is brutal, the suck is worse. My knees damn near buckle as he drags his teeth down my skin and pins me there with nothing but his body and his hunger.

His mouth moves to my ear, his breath hot, wrecking me.

“Then why are you still standing here like you’re thinking about it?”

The second the words leave his mouth, I’m already moving. Knees hitting the floor without a shred of hesitation. His spine goes rigid, his breath stutters, and his hands fly behind him like he needs the rack to stay upright. When I look up, his eyes are dark and locked on mine.

The door’s unlocked, anyone could walk in. But I don’t care. I yank his jeans and boxers down in one rough, impatient pull, and the sight of him makes my chest tighten, my stomach drop. He’s thick, flushed, hard, every vein standing out like it’s pulsing just for me. My mouth waters and I can’t help the shiver that runs down me. The way he’s straining, the heat radiating off him, it’s like he’s daring me to take him, to lose myself in him the way I’ve craved for weeks.

I lean in closer, inhaling that intoxicating scent of him, heat and pure need. It sends an electric jolt straight through me. Every muscle in his body is tight, strung with want and restraint, and it’s beautiful and dangerous all at once.

“I have a feeling your mouth's gone rusty, might not even remember how to take me anymore.” He tilts his hips forward, just enough to make my breath hitch. “Let’s see if you can still make me lose my mind.” His voice is wrecked and taunting.

I grip the base of him like I’m claiming something that already belongs to me.... because it does. Then I lean in, pressing my face close and just breathing him in first. His hand drops into my hair for just a second, fingers curling like he wants to yank. But then he lets go, like he doesn't trust himself not to pull too hard, not to lose control entirely.

I drag my hands up the backs of his thighs, relearning the way his muscles tense under my palms. He’s warm, already vibrating with something wild and barely held together. And God, I didn’t know how much I missed this until my hands were on him again. Until he was trembling for me again. He tries to breathe, to steady himself. Fails spectacularly.

“Xander....” he whispers down at me, but it’s not really a word, it’s a plea wrapped in a warning. I look up at him, and the moment our eyes meet, I take him into my mouth.

There's a shock that goes through him like I’ve plugged him straight into an outlet. His head drops back against the rack with a dull thud, and his breath punches out of him in a ragged, uncontrollable sound.

“Holy fuck! ”

Hearing him like that does something dangerous to me. I ease him deeper, hollowing my cheeks around him, and his hips jerk... it's sharp and involuntary....but he stops himself from thrusting, muscles shaking with the effort.

“God...You–” His voice cracks, breaks and shatters.

A flush of possessive satisfaction floods through me. I tighten my grip on his hips, pull him closer and take more of him, let my tongue slide in a way I know will destroy whatever sentence he was trying to form.

He swears again, his voice dropping into that tone he only ever uses when I’m undoing him.

His hand finds my hair again, fingers sliding through with a desperation that betrays him. He holds me there, not forcing yet, but anchoring me like he needs the contact to stay grounded.

He pulls my head back just enough to force my eyes to his. His pupils are blown wide, dark swallowing the color. There’s a tremor in his arm where he’s holding himself back, but not enough to hide how badly he wants to snap.

He fills my mouth in a way that knocks the breath out of me, not just the physical fullness of him, but the way my whole body reacts like it’s been starved for this exact feeling. It’s overwhelming in the best way.

He looks down at himself, then at me, and the way his breath stutters at the sight of my lips, wet and swollen from him, almost destroys me.

“You have no idea how sexy you look right now,” he manages to say.

My pulse jumps and heat pools low and fast.

“Look at me,” his tone drops into something dangerous and intimate.

I do.

And the intensity there....

“Yeah,” he says, voice roughening further. “Just like that.”

His thumb brushes my lower lip, dragging slow across it, “I swear you’re gonna kill me.”

I lick along the hot length of him, my hand gripping the base tight. His hand closes over mine, then he shifts, lifting himself just enough, heavy and thick in both our grips. I take in the sight of him, his balls taught and exposed, his cock straining. His other hand snakes around the back of my head, guiding me forward. I take his balls into my mouth, tasting him fully, and I feel the shiver run up him....his head falls back.

The feel of him in my mouth makes me focus, using everything I know to drive him wild. I swirl, suck and roll my tongue....every little motion meant to make him lose it.

He groans and then suddenly grabs me by the shoulders, pulling me back. His chest heaves, voice rough. “Stop, or I’m gonna come before you get even a taste of what you really want,” he warns, a heat and edge in his tone that makes me shiver. I look at him and know he’s barely holding himself back.

He’s slick, leaking, and his dark eyes lock on mine. “Go ahead,” he instructs. “Take what you want.”

I start slow, licking along the tip first, tasting him, and the sound that rumbles from my chest when I get that first taste is deep and satisfied, but it’s not enough. I lap at him, my mouth hot, teasing, until I can’t resist sliding down again, lips wrapping fully around him. I get to work, milking him, savoring every pulse, every shiver and every groan.

I feel the tension coil in him. He’s so fucking loud....urging me, commanding me, telling me to choke on him, and I obey. Sucking and giving him everything I have. My own sounds mingle with his. I feel him go taught, his body coiling over mine, and I clamp down on his balls just right, and that seems to push him past the edge. He shouts my name, a deep growl tearing from him, and he comes, hard and unrestrained, shivering against me, utterly lost in the release. I swallow him eagerly, greedy for every drop, hand digging into his thigh for balance as he twitches and throbs in my mouth until he’s finally spent.

I pull back with a wet pop, breath ragged, lips slick. He’s heaving, barely upright, head flicking toward the door and then back to me. His dark eyes still heavy with lust and satisfaction. I smirk up at him, and he reacts by grabbing my hair and pulling me up against him, arm wrapping around my waist as he kisses me, deep and consuming.

I’m still hard, every line of me aching for more, but for now, I’ve gotten what I wanted...and damn, it was worth it.