Page 33 of Edge of Control

His mouth took the shape of an O. I could tell he was already close without him needing to say anything. I didn’t move, holding him there. I smiled down at him. I could practically feel every inch of him. The slight curve to his cock pushed at my walls. I had to stop myself from rocking back on him. I wanted his load so fucking bad, but I wanted to play this game for a little longer.

“Tell me something else about yourself,” Jace said, hands on my hips as I started to rise and fall. “Something no one else knows.”

Ah, so he wanted to play, too.

“Hmm,” I said, putting a finger to my chin and looking up. I wondered if any other of the famous philosophers ever had an epiphany while riding cock like this. “Something no one knows? That I’m scared of elephants.”

I could have maybe gone with the fact that I’d killed three people but decided to keep that little secret to myself.

Jace laughed at that. The sound practically vibratedthrough me. There was a profound intimacy to making this man laugh while he was balls-deep inside my ass.

Not good. Not good at all.

“Really? Where’d that come from?”

“Not entirely sure.”

“So then why do you have a tattoo of one?” Jace asked. He grabbed my arm and traced the line drawing of an elephant I had tattooed on my forearm.

“To remind myself to overcome my fears. And besides, just because I’m scared of something doesn’t mean I can’t admire it.” I rolled my hips. He gasped. I smiled. “It’s one of my favorite tattoos, actually.”

“Which is your second favorite?”

“This one,” I said, pointing at the anchor on my chest. “Reminds me of the time I went shark diving with my sister in Hawaii.”

This was becoming too intimate. I hadn’t meant to share that.

He thrust upward, burying himself deep. His fingers squeezed into my hips and held me still. “It’s beautiful,” he said.

“Thank you. Are you close?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good. Don’t come yet.”

“Don’t move, then.”

“I won’t,” I said. My own dick was rock hard and ready to blow. I kept my hands off it.

“Which is your least favorite tattoo?” Jace asked.

“Interesting question.”

“You’re an interesting guy.”

I thought about it for a moment. “Maybe this one,” I said, pointing at a crudely done heart near my ribs. “Got it from a friend in college. Still love it. But if I had to choose.”

“It’s nice. I like it. I like all of them.”

I rocked my hips again, leaned down to taste him. His tongue swirled around mine. “Would you ever get a tattoo?”

“Oh, fuuuuck, I’m close.”

I froze. He shut his eyes. Opened them again. “Maybe,” he said, answering my question, his lips slightly parted. I knew that if I moved even an inch, it’d be over. Something about having that control over him drove me feral. I put my hand around his throat, rubbed his bottom lip with my thumb. I wanted to tattoo his skin with my name. Wanted to brand him the way he’d done me.

I pushed back. Pulled up. Sat back. Rocked on his cock. It was over. I wanted him. Wanted his cum.

“Give it to me, Jace. Fill me with your load.”

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