Page 31 of Edge of Control

When the door was shut, I kissed him again.

Fuck. I couldn’t tell what I liked more. His lips against mine or his cock against mine.

Then again, why would I have to choose?

I kissed him for what felt like hours. I pushed him back against the wall, my hands roaming every inch of his body. I thrust against him. Precum leaked from both of us. I broke the kiss and sucked on his neck, his hands moving behind me to spread my ass, rubbing my hole.

This was pure fucking heaven. Ironic, considering we were in a dark room that would have lit up like Times Square if someone had brought in a black light. Nothing about this should feel as good or as addictive as it was. Bathhouses were about pumping and dumping. About sharing an experience with someone you’ll never see or think about again a day in your life.

Not with Jace, though. Nothing was typical about this man or about what we were doing. It was raw and dirty and passionate and sexy and shocking.

“God, Jace, you’re special,” I said without really thinking about it. I kissed him before he could respond. I didn’t want him to respond. Didn’t want any more reason to fall deeper into the grave I was digging myself.

We stumbled back toward the bed. Our cocks jut together, stiff and throbbing. Two men with full balls needing to unload. But more than that, two souls crashing together with zero chance of surviving the clash.

“I’ve been wanting this ever since the first time,” Jace said. “I’ve been dreaming of it. How fucking weird is that?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. If only he knew.

“Not weird at all.”

“You sure?”

“Very.”

“Good. Because I have a feeling the dreams aren’t going to stop.”

“Even after you get another taste tonight?” I asked him, slowly stroking our stiff lengths together.

“I have a feeling it’s going to be even worse.”

I sat back on the bed. Jace followed me onto it. I leaned against the wall, my legs open, my body ready for him, ready to take that thick cock inside me. I wanted to lose all control. Wanted to be one with the man who could literally end my life as I knew it. A simple confession in this moment would shatter it like glass.

All I had to whisper against his lips was: Nevermore.

“Never,” I said. “I don’t think it’ll ever be worse.”

“Not with you around.” Jace got on his fours, kissing my chest. His hands rubbed up and down the side of my body. “I’m going to need a tattoo tour, eventually.”

“Eventually.” I smirked down at him. “For now, suck my cock.”

“All you had to do was ask.”

He got to work. Slow at first, teasing the tip with his tongue, circling the head. I sighed with pleasure and shut my eyes. I let him do the work, stars crossing my vision. My toes curled. He knew how to give me exactly what I wanted.

It wasn’t long before I wanted more, though.

I pulled him off my cock, saliva breaking from his lips and rolling down my shaft. I leaned over and grabbed some lube. I handed it to him. “Fuck me, but go slow. I want to edge you with my hole. Whenever you get close, I want you to stop.”

“That’s so fucking hot.”

I chuckled. “I know.”

Jace got between my legs. He squirt the lube onto his palm and spread it up and down his cock before bringing his slick fingers to my hole. He watched as he pushed inside me. I let out a deep moan.

“Look at that pretty pink hole. Fuck. It takes my fingers so easy.”

“That thick cock’s going to need a little more time than your fingers.”

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