Page 7 of Edge of Control

Let’s play.

I moved through the labyrinth of dimly lit corridors, chains brushing against my sides, eyes scanning the shadows. Men glanced appreciatively at me, some bold enough to reach out and touch me, but I paid them no mind. My focus was singular.

I enjoyed the male body, enjoyed seeing its form in all different kinds of ways. I appreciated soft dicks, hard cocks, big bellies, fat asses, strong thighs, sculpted abs, hairy, smooth, twinks, otters. All of it.

But I only wanted one body tonight.

I tended to have hyperfixation issues. That was undeniable. And tonight, my fixation settled on the detective who happened to be just as fixated on me—he simply didn’t realize it yet.

I found Jace leaning against a tiled wall in a secluded hallway, eyes closed as if trying to escape the world. I took a moment to appreciate the sight—the way the soft light accentuated the sharp lines of Jace’s cheekbones, the taut muscles of his chest rising and falling with each breath. He was leaner than me, slightly shorter. He had a scruffy dark beard and a buzzed haircut. His towel revealed that he was also packing down there, the bulge already making my mouth water.

“Didn’t think you’d be the type to frequent a place like this,” I drawled, my voice cutting through the muffled sounds of pleasure echoing around us. Someone in a room nearby shouted to be fucked harder.

Jace’s eyes snapped open, surprise flashing before he masked it with a smirk. “Theo, right? Guess we’re both full of surprises.”

I stepped closer, the heat between us as powerful as an open furnace. “Seems that way.”

Jace’s gaze drifted over my body, lingering on the tattoos across my chest. “Nice ink,” he commented, his eyes darkening with interest.

I chuckled softly. “Thanks.”

“Care to share what any of them mean?”

“Maybe another time.” I let my gaze roam over Jace’s form, taking in the broad shoulders, the slightly defined abs, the way his towel hung precariously onhis hips. He had a dark happy trail that led to a bush of pubic hair hardly concealed by the thin towel. “Feel like finding somewhere more quiet? I’ve got a private room.”

Jace held my gaze for a moment before nodding. “Lead the way. I still have to thank you for saving my life.”

Oh, you’ll be thanking me alright.

I guided him to a door at the end of the hallway, pushing it open to reveal a private room bathed in a soft, amber glow. The air was warm, scented with hints of sandalwood and something muskier. It was small, the walls dark. There was a bed with black sheets on it and a small nightstand slick with leftover lube. As the door closed behind us, the sounds of the outside world faded, leaving just the two of us enveloped in the grimy and yet intimate space.

Jace leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving mine. “So, what’s your game?”

“No games,” I replied, stepping closer until our chests nearly touched. “Just two men looking for a distraction.”

“Is that what this is?” Jace’s voice was low, challenging.

“Unless you’d prefer something else.”

Jace’s lips curved into a half-smile. “I think a distraction is exactly what I need after today.”

I reached out, my fingers tracing the line of Jace’s jaw before sliding to the back of his neck. I pulled him into a kiss—firm, unhurried. Jace responded immediately, his hands gripping my hips as he deepened the kiss. Our tongues danced, a seductive battle for control that neither of us was eager to win.

Not yet.

I let my towel slip to the floor. I pressed my naked body against Jace’s, skin to heated skin. Jace removed his towel. Our stiffening cocks rubbed together, and a powerful current of electricity sizzled through me.

Fuck, I loved this feeling. Having another person’s manhood pressing against my own. Feeling him getting hard against me. My body reacting in the same way. There was a primal heat to it that drove me absolutely fucking wild. I broke the kiss, my breath already ragged.

“You’re not shy, are you?” I murmured, my lips grazing the sensitive spot just below Jace’s ear.

“Never have been,” Jace replied. His hands roamed over my back, fingers tracing the black-and-white tattoo of a dagger just above my hip.

I dropped to my knees, running my hands along the hard planes of Jace’s thighs. I looked up, meeting Jace’s gaze. “Fuck, look at how hard you are.”

Jace’s eyes flashed with desire, dropping to the stiff cock that jutted from between my legs. “Could say the same to you.”

I wrapped my hand around the base of Jace’s cock, stroking slowly as I leaned in to tease the tip with my tongue. His salty taste burst across my senses. This close to him, I could smell the woodsy scent of man and sweat and skin.

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