Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 72

I grip his hair and turn him just enough to press my lips against his, capturing him in a kiss that’s raw, deep, unrelenting. He melts against me, and the taste of him, the scent, the heat... I'm lost in it. My cock strains, my body wants more, but I keep it controlled just enough to let him feel it, tease him.

When I finally pull back...I drop to my knees, letting my fingers trail over the slick length of his body, tracing him, tasting the heat radiating off him. Every movement deliberate, slow, teasing...but there’s fire in it, a promise that I’m about to take control in ways he’s been aching for.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, low groans rattling out as he catches sight of me lowering to the floor.

His skin glistening under the spray, and I catch the way his gaze narrows as he tilts his head away from me. Heat coils tighter in my gut. His palms press against the glass wall, pressing, gripping, leaving smudges in the steam.

I press my hands against the curve of his ass, playfully biting one side before my fingers sink into his skin, spreading him carefully but with deliberate force.

“Jax?…” he mutters, hesitant, almost like he’s testing the waters of how far I’ll go. My name tastes like sin on his lips, and it makes the ache in my cock sharper, more demanding.

I feel his tension, the way he’s already trying not to give himself over completely. But there's also the guarded hesitation I feel him stiffen, the little hitch in his breath, the way his fingers press harder against the glass.

“Relax, don't tense up." I let the words curl around us like smoke. He glances down, our gazes lock and his darkens. I love him like this...all desperate and vulnerable.

“We both know how eager you are for my mouth, Xander.”

I spread him a little wider, and damn...he’s obscene like this. The kind of view that makes me forget how to breathe. “Fuck, Xander… your ass is perfect,” I growl, voice gone hoarse. “Made to be used… made for me to claim.” I lean in until my mouth is close enough that he can feel the heat of my breath ghosting over him.

He groans, and I can feel the way he’s already responding, body twitching under me.

“You like that, don’t you? Feel how eager you are for me… how needy this gets you?” My voice is dark, a promise and a warning all in one.

“I’m gonna make you scream against that glass. Gonna eat you out until your legs are shaking, until you can’t even beg anymore.” My thumb strokes lazily over his little hole, teasing, promising more than he can probably take. “You’re gonna fall apart for me, Xander. Right here, right now.”

“Fuck…” he curses. His breath hitches, hips shifting, a little whine slipping past his lips, and I can feel it...the sweet, sharp pull of control and surrender, all coiled into one fire between us.

My thumbs brush, tease, and I can feel him tremble under my touch, every pulse, every tiny shiver sending fire straight to my cock.

I let my tongue trace the crease, slow, careful at first, tasting, teasing, letting him get used to the attention he’s been craving.

His hips jerk slightly, almost betraying him, and I tighten my grip, I hear him catch his breath, sharp, uneven, and I smirk, letting the words spill.

“You don’t get to hide from me," Without giving him a chance to think.... I bury my mouth against him, tongue licking then pushing in deep and relentless. The sound he makes is broken, muffled against the glass as his forehead presses harder.

I groan into him. My hands grip his hips tight, holding him still when his knees threaten to give out.

His body trembles, every noise punched out of him sharp and desperate. I work him harder, faster, obscene sounds from him filling the air. I imagine it's my cock and not my tongue and almost lose it, he'd suck me in so good...

I can feel every shudder in his tight little hole. His fist is working his length so hard I can hear the slick drag of skin over cock, and it makes my mouth water. I pull back.

“Don’t you fucking dare come without me saying so.” I warn, then I jerk my chin. “Turn around.”

He does....beautiful, reckless tempting thing that he is...and his cock is heavy, leaking. Before I can even issue the next command, he taps it against my lips. Impatient, demanding, like he owns me. Like he knows I’ll take it.

I glare up at him but open up anyway, and he slides in, thick and hot, making me groan around him. He doesn’t ease in... he feeds it to me, deeper, deeper, until my throat flexes to take the stretch.

The taste of him coats my tongue, salt and sin, and I grip his ass hard enough to bruise while he drives in. My lungs burn but fuck if I care. I let him choke me, let him use me, and the smug bastard moans like he’s already won.

I want to rip that sound from him again and again....make him fall apart for me, make him remember who the fuck he belongs to when I’m done.

My lips are stretched around him, throat burning, spit sliding down my chin, and he’s looking down at me like I’m nothing but a hole for him to use.

“I like you like this,” he breathes, low and sharp, one hand buried in my hair, holding me in place while his cock grinds deep against the back of my throat. “ You're all attitude until you’ve got my dick down your throat. Now you can’t even talk back.”

He smiles, cruel and sexy, thrusting harder just to prove his point. My eyes water, and he wipes my cheek with his thumb.

“You like choking on me, don’t you?” He pulls back just far enough for me to gasp, I go to say something, put him in his place, but then pushes back in before I can get a word out, smirking. “Don’t bother. I can feel it. Your throat’s tighter every time I say it.”

He presses his hips flush to my face, holding me there, cock heavy on my tongue. His voice drops lower, rougher. “You sure you’re in control, Jax? Cause you're looking mighty obedient right now. Makes me wonder how long I can keep you on your knees.” His hips slam in deep, making my breath hitch, and he chuckles low and cruel...

And fuck...the way his voice cuts sharp, the way his hand forces me to take every inch, it’s got me burning up. I never thought I’d enjoy being handled like this, but he has a way of getting me all hard and desperate.