Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 287

I reach back and wrap my hand around his cock the second he frees it. It's hot and heavy in my palm as I guide him to my opening. “You said you’d give it to me hard,” I remind him, glancing at him in the mirror. “Hope you weren’t bluffing, because that’s exactly how I want it.”

He chuckles, the kind that hits me straight in the gut. Then he gestures towards the door and says....“Listen.”

I frown, confused, but I focus. And then I hear muffled footsteps and voices.....I swear one of them says my name. A sharp wave of panic slams into me. Jax’s hands clamp around my waist, holding me still.

“Something tells me we’re about to have company,”he casually says. My eyes snap to the open door in the reflection.

My heart kicks into a sprint. “Jax—”

“What?” he asks, too damn calm. “You wanna tell me more about buying yourself some little plastic excuse of a cock? Cause I don't need to hear it again.”

“Jax,” I hiss again, “...lock the fucking door.”

He doesn't.

Instead, he slams into me.

A sharp, brutal thrust that knocks a shout out of me....a sound I barely manage to choke down tears out of me before I can stop it. He pulls out and slams back in. Harder. No warning, no chance to breathe. I bite down on my tongue just to stay quiet. My entire body trembles with the effort. And I can hear Layla and Addy loudly calling out, asking “Where the hell are they?”

Jax hears it and he grins. He reaches down between my legs and cups my balls, the sudden pressure making my knees nearly buckle. Then his hand wraps around my cock, stroking me in long, devastating pulls.

A needy sound breaks out of me. It's desperate and humiliatingly loud. Which is exactly what hv wants.

“Well, well,” he murmurs, picking up the pace, thrusts sharp and unrelenting. “What happened, Xander? You were all smug a minute ago.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing it’s useless.....even if I stay quiet, even if I somehow manage to swallow every noise, the sound of him slamming into me, skin on skin, echoes through the damn room. Through the open space outside. Through everything.

And he knows it, he’s loving it.

“I thought you said you were selfish,” I manage, voice breaking around the air I can’t quite pull in. “That you didn’t want people seeing what’s yours,”

He laughs under his breath, it's a wicked sound. His fingers tighten on my hips like he’s reminding me exactly whose hands I fit into.

“No one’s gonna see you,” his breath is fire on my skin. “But they'll sure as hell hear you.”

My stomach plummets and my pulse trips. Jax’s mouth brushes my ear like he enjoys how I shake. “They’ll hear you screaming for me from halfway down the damn hall,” he growls, voice deep enough to drag something helpless out of me. “And they’ll know exactly what’s happening.”

His hand slides lower, ruining what’s left of my composure.

“That you’re being used exactly how you act...” he pauses, savoring it, “....like an impatient, antagonizing little fuck toy who can't stop provoking me until I tear you apart.”

My knees nearly give out. My breath stutters into a moan I can’t swallow. Jax smiles against my jaw like he owns every sound I make.

“You’re a fucking jerk,” I spit out between breaths, the words trembling more than I want them to.

“A jerk?” he echoes, tilting my chin up with his thumb, making me watch him in the mirror. “But baby, you brought this on yourself.”

I glare

“You push,” he murmurs, pulling out and slamming back in “and push....and push.... then act shocked when I finally push back.”

His thumb drags over my lower lip, and I swear he feels the way I shudder.

“You provoked me,” he adds, voice dipping, dark and satisfied. “So now you get me exactly like this.”

He smirks, slow and hungry.

“And you fucking love it, Xander....”

His gaze digs into me. “Look at you....still straining, still leaking for me. If you actually gave a shit about getting caught, you wouldn’t be this hard, this desperate.”

He drags me upward by my wrists, guiding my hands until they're flat against the cold mirror. Spreading my fingers like he wants to see every tremble he pulls out of me. His reflection behind me looks wild. Fixed entirely on me like he’s locked onto prey. He nudges me to spread my legs and hold myself open for him.

“Tell me exactly how bad you want it.”

His voice is a taunting rasp, baiting. “Say it,” he pushes, leaning in. “Tell me how hard you want me, Xander. How deep. Tell me how tight you’re clinging to me right now.”

The way he says it makes heat slam through me so fast I’m dizzy. The sight of us in the mirror, combined with the knowledge that voices were literally in the hallway seconds ago, that we could be caught like this....that they definitely know....God, something in me just breaks.

I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping the mirror harder, trying to breathe through the sudden, overwhelming rush of want. Jax moves against me again and everything inside me twists tight. There’s no fighting this. No thinking around it. He tilts my hips just the way he likes, forcing me into the perfect angle that always shoves me right over the edge of self-preservation.

His hands clamp down hard on my hips, fingers digging in like he’s staking a claim he has no plans to give back. It’s bruising, possessive and grounding all at once. I feel every drag of his breath, every quiet curse that slips out between his teeth, the tension in his body telling me exactly how close he is.

“You feel that?” he asks, rough and breathless at my ear. “Every damn second you’re taking me?”

He keeps targeting that spot that has my legs shake so badly I nearly drop forward, forehead almost hitting the glass. He hears it in my breathing, hears how far gone I am.

“This what you were begging for earlier?” he taunts, his voice louder now. “All that attitude just to fall apart on me the second I get my hands on you?”

My thoughts scatter. I can’t think straight, everything is just sensation and heat and Jax’s voice wrecking me from the inside out. His grip tightens around my waist, dragging me back into him in a way that knocks the breath out of me. I gasp, fingers slipping on the mirror for a second before I catch myself again. My chest is heaving....my vision goes spotty at the edges.

I don’t know what I say...maybe his name, maybe a plea....but whatever sound I make, it snaps something in him.

“You like having me this deep, don't you? You like giving yourself to me like this?”

It’s not even a question, it’s a fact. One that shreds me. I can’t hold back. Not when he’s talking like that. Not when his breath is hot at my jaw and his fingers are digging into my hips like he’s trying to brand the shape of his hands on me. Intense heat coils hard and fast inside me...too fast.

Jax hears the change in my breathing and lifts his head to look at me in the mirror.

“Already?” he asks, breathless and disbelieving in a way that’s more turned on than mocking. ”

"Jax! Please– too much.... I'm gonna....”

My climax hits like a blow, ripping a shout out of me I can’t bite down fast enough.

“That’s it,” he urges against my shoulder, voice shaking with how close he is. “Good. Let it hit. Let it take you.”

My vision whites out, breath breaking in ragged bursts as I grip the mirror like it’s the only thing keeping me upright.

Jax keeps talking, voice frantic, like my undoing is dragging him right over the cliff with me. “Give it to me Xander, let me hear you fall apart on me....” he urges, one hand gripping my waist like he’s holding me in place through the force of it.

His breath stutters, a low groan torn straight out of his chest as he follows me over the edge. And all I can do is brace against the mirror, shaking, feeling him come down behind me with the same savage intensity he dragged me up with.