Page 29 of Edge of Control

I leaned back in my chair. I matched my friend’s smile. “Possibly. Still trying to figure that out.”

“Really? Where are you guys going?”

“Chained,” I said, not shy about bringing up the bathhouse. There was a camaraderie amongst gay men when it came to things like that. Some may have judged, sure, but most understood the carnal urge to fuck and get fucked, and what easier place to do it than a watering hole made for exactly that?

“Hot,” Benji said. “Clearly, he’s a romantic, huh?”

That got a belly laugh out of me. “Obviously. If hedoesn’t have a bouquet of roses with him, then I’m going to be pretty upset.”

“More like a bouquet of poppers.”

“That too.”

Benji chuckled. “Well, have fun tonight, then. We can all get together some other time.”

“Thanks, Benji. Maybe this weekend.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Benji knocked on the doorframe and gave a wave over his shoulder as he left my office. The door shut behind him.

Only had a couple more hours left to kill before tonight. Shouldn’t be too hard.

I looked down at the growing bulge between my legs. Thinking about Theo was enough to get me going.

Spoke too soon.

Steam filled the hot air, creating a curtain of thick mist that obstructed most of the view. Someone was getting railed to the left of me. The sound of their moans, of skin slapping against skin, echoed around the space. I walked over the warm, wet wood. It creaked under my sandals. The steam appeared to part for me as I moved through the room. Men were sitting on the benches, most of them jerking off, some giving a helping hand to their neighbors. A few were on their knees, groaning around mouthfuls of cock.

It didn’t take me long to find my target through the fog.

Theo Glass sat with his legs apart, his arms resting behind him on the wooden bench. His head was cocked, his lips turned upward into a hungry grin. A man sat nextto him, a hand massaging Theo’s tattooed thigh, as if he were petting the snake that wrapped around his muscular leg.

I wasn’t the jealous type. I was in a fucking bathhouse, after all. But seeing this man so close to Theo’s stiffening cock unlocked a possessiveness in me that I hadn’t realized I had.

Theo brushed the man’s hand away as I moved toward them. I licked my lips. Didn’t even say hello before I leaned in and sealed my mouth against his. My hand went to the back of his neck. I swirled my tongue around his. He tasted like sex and wine. The flimsy towel around my waist fell to the ground. My cock was exposed, growing and pointing at Theo like a compass.

“Why didn’t you greet me like this in the coffee shop?” Theo said when we broke for air.

“Trust me. I wanted to.”

“Do it next time. I want to cause a scene with you.”

“I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

“Good,” Theo said with a wicked grin. “Then drop to your knees and suck my cock.”

There was an edge of command in his tone that drove me fucking wild. My knees hit the hot, wet wood. The seats in the sauna were tiered, so I was at the perfect level to lean in and tongue Theo’s cock. He was still soft but quickly swelling and already a mouthful.

I loved feeling him get hard in my mouth. It was the reward I craved after a long day of work and stress. I placed my hands on his knees and slowly sucked on him. He dropped his head back against the wall. A look of purepleasure washed over him. The man next to us began to jerk himself off.

I pulled back, kissed Theo’s thigh, moved down to his balls. I took one in my mouth and sucked, moved to the other. His cock throbbed against my face. He grabbed the base and gave my cheek a few slaps. I smiled up at him.

Christ, this man was hotter than sin. All sense of inhibition sizzled away with the heat of lust that consumed me.

“That’s it,” Theo said as I took him back into my mouth. “That’s a good boy. Please me. Take me down to the back of your throat.”

Again, I did as I was asked. I pushed down, opening my jaw, his taste filling me as his cock pressed against my tonsils. I gagged. He held my head down. Saliva filled my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his cock, the moans rising up from him only spurring me on. I could barely breathe. I didn’t care. His pubes were against my nose, the scent of his musk making my head spin with desire.

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