Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 71

I watch him finally lift his eyes from my cock and the undeniable proof of how he affects me. His gaze flickers, hesitant, something resembling fear, and I can feel the tension coiling tight around him. He doesn’t say a word.

I don’t need words.

I step closer, letting the heat from my body press into his, my cock grazing his thigh just enough to make him shift. “Fucking hell…” I murmur, low, rough, letting the words scrape against him. “Do you even know how fucking sexy you are?” The words linger between us, wet, heavy, dangerous.

He swallows, but doesn’t answer. His chest rises and falls, heart thudding under my palm as I step fully into the stall, cutting off any escape. I lean in close, my lips ghosting along the curve of his jaw before I suck on his earlobe, deep and demanding. His breath hitches, sharp, and I can feel him tremble.

My hand roams down his chest until I'm wrapping around him, cupping, gripping, claiming. He shivers against me, and I can feel the rapid thump of his pulse in the press of his chest against mine. I tilt my head, nipping at that spot behind his ear, letting the heat of my mouth drag across his skin, tasting him, marking him.

I reach for the knob and flick the water back on, letting the spray hit us both, hot and blinding. Steam curls around us, wrapping tight, making everything feel closer, more urgent.

My body still hurts from the hell I put it through, and the hot water doesn't exactly help...but that's the last thing I'm thinking about.

I tilt my head back slightly, letting him see the want written all over me. Then I take his hand and wrap it around my length. “You feel that?” I murmur, voice rough. “That’s just from being near you.” my voice is thick with heat. “I’ve been dreaming of tasting you, feeling you again. You know what you do to me?”

He exhales sharply, and there’s a shiver in the sound.

“I know exactly what I do,” he murmurs back, and there’s this wicked, almost playful edge in his tone. “ And I'm not much of a romantic, but I’d rather not have our first time together be in the damn shower. ”

I let those words sink in, slow, letting the weight hit me like a shot of something strong. He’s actually… giving in. Admitting it. Me. Getting to fuck him. Xander fucking Devereaux, the guy who repeatedly swore I’d never touch him like that.

A slow grin spreads across my face, dark, wicked. “Finally,” I murmur, letting the word slide low, tasting it. “Took you long enough. I was beginning to think you were gonna make me beg.”

He exhales, a low hum, almost reluctant, but it carries that admission. My pulse spikes, and I can feel my cock hardening even more in his hold.

My other hand snakes back, gripping the curve of his ass, fingers digging just enough to make him inhale sharply. I push him back until his shoulders hit the glass, trapping him perfectly against me. He lets go of me and his hands hover, unsure, wanting, and I make a low sound that’s all hunger and possession.

I feel him stiffen under my grip, but then slowly, he melts into me. His hands find my shoulders, fingers digging in just enough to claim me, not fight me.

“God, look at you,” I murmur, letting my fingers knead, stroke, tease. “All stiff and hot for me, and you’ve been pretending you’d never let me fuck you.”

He swallows, and I can hear it...the tight hitch in his chest, the breath that’s too short. “Jax…” he mutters, weak, trying to hide it, trying to stay in control.

“Oh, don’t,” I growl, pressing a little closer, letting my fingers slide over him in a way that makes him jerk. “You want this. You want me shoving my cock into you, taking you, fucking you stupid. Admit it. I want to hear how fucking hard you’ve been needing me.”

His jaw tightens, eyes dark, a storm I can see threatening to break. God, I can feel the tension in his muscles, the tremor in his breathing, and it makes my own body snap tighter against his.

I grin, leaning closer, letting the words roll off my tongue like a promise. “Bet if I made you beg…”

He cuts me off, dark and steady. “...I’d probably do it.." I arch a brow, surprised by the admission, " ....But don’t get it twisted, Jax. I’m not your little fucktoy. I’m not bending over just cause you ask.”

I freeze for half a second, pulse spiking, because of the sharp edge in his voice… and the filthy undertone that almost made me question who’s really running this show.

“You really think you’re in control here?” I murmur, low, letting my fingers ghost along the curve of his hip.

His hand hesitates just a second, then snakes down, wrapping around both of us, thumb brushing over me in that slow, teasing rhythm that makes my chest spike and my cock thrum like it’s alive. Heat explodes straight through me. I can feel him...feel his pulse, the slick friction, the deliberate press of his fingers, and it’s fire in my blood, scorching everything else out.

He starts slow...teasing. Then his movements get quicker, harder, and I lose every ounce of control I’d been trying to cling to. My head drops back, teeth clenching, breaths coming in ragged bursts. He intentionally keeps his heated gaze pinned on mine, and just when I think it can't get more intense, he cups my balls, his fingers squeeze and stroke in ways that make me groan. I’m drowning in it, and it’s all I want...him, everywhere, taking over like he knows exactly how to do it.

But right before I hit the edge, I twist, turn him around, pressing my chest flush against his back, capturing his wrists in my hands.

“Cheater,” he hisses into the glass, voice rough and low, and it’s enough to make me grin against his skin.

I chuckle harshly, a smirk hiding in the rasp of my voice.

“You’re dangerous.” I murmur, letting the words slide over him like a caress, tasting the tension that hangs between us.

He growls low, sharp, his body rigid against mine, he tries to pull out of my hold and fails. “ Fucking let go and I'll show you just how dangerous I can be,” he orders, and there’s fire in the command, heat that makes my blood pulse harder.

I press into him just a little, my cock resting perfectly between his ass like it knows where it belongs. “Keep talking to me like that and I might just come right here. I’m into it.”

“What you are is filthy,” he spits back, and there’s a warning laced in his tone, but it’s desperate and raw.

I smirk against the curve of his shoulder, teeth grazing his skin. “Maybe I should give that mouth of yours something to occupy it. Shut you up.” I free his hands and I can feel him quiver in a way that makes me grin darker. “Lucky for you,” I murmur, “I’m creative… there’s something I’ve been dying to do.”