Page 8 of Edge of Control

Intoxicating.

Jace let out a low groan, his fingers threading through my hair.

Taking him deeper, I set a steady rhythm, hollowing my cheeks. Jace’s hips bucked slightly, seeking more. It wasmade all the more delicious when mixed with the thought of who I was currently servicing.

The man responsible for hunting me down.

What a sick and dangerous game this was.

I fucking loved it.

“God, that feels good,” Jace muttered, his grip tightening in my hair. There was a soft pain to it, like he was pulling on my scalp.

I pulled back with a wicked grin. “We’re just getting started.”

I stood, and Jace seized the moment to reverse their positions, pushing me back against the wall. “My turn,” Jace said, his voice rough with need.

Jace’s mouth found my neck, kissing and biting a trail down to my collarbone. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me with confident, measured strokes. I let my head fall back against the wall, a low moan escaping my lips.

Jace kissed his way down my chest, pausing to flick his tongue over a hardened nipple before continuing lower, over the tattoo of a hammerhead shark curling around an anchor. Fireworks burst inside me. He traced the lines of my abs with his tongue, following the path down to where my cock throbbed with need.

Jace took me into his mouth, tilting his head so he could stare at me as he did it. The heat, the lips, the tongue—it was almost too much. I placed my hands on Jace’s head, eyes half-closed as I watched the detective work me over.

“You’re full of surprises yourself,” I managed to say between breaths.

Jace released me with a smirk. “Like I said, we’re both full of surprises.”

We moved to the bed, bodies entwined as we fell onto the soft surface. I kissed Jace deeply, our cocks pressing together, slick with precum. The friction was exquisite, each movement stoking the fire between us, making the room feel as though flames licked up the walls.

“I’m on PrEP, and I’ve been tested. Negative,” Jace said.

“Same here.”

“Do you have—” Jace began, and I reached over to the small table beside us, already knowing what his question would be. I opened the drawer, retrieving a bottle of lube.

Jace took the bottle, pushing me back against the cushions. “Do you like to take it?”

“I do,” I said against Jace’s lips, my hole already twitching.

“Turn over,” he instructed, a commanding edge to his voice.

I arched an eyebrow but complied, rolling onto my stomach and propping myself up on my elbows. I felt Jace’s hands on my ass, kneading the firm flesh before spreading me open. The cool slickness of the lube was followed by the gentle pressure of a finger circling my entrance.

“Relax,” Jace whispered.

I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the sensation as Jace prepared me with careful, deliberate movements. A second finger joined the first, stretching me, igniting nerves that sent sparks shooting through my body. I pushed back. My body craved this kind of pleasure.

Jace positioned himself behind me. “You ready?”

“Don’t keep me waiting,” I replied, a challenge in my tone.

Jace pushed forward slowly, breaching the tight ring of muscle. I bit back a moan as I adjusted to the intrusion, the burn giving way to a pleasurable fullness. Jace began to move, setting a steady pace that soon had both of us breathing hard.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Jace groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “So fucking tight.”

I pushed back to meet each thrust, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. “Harder,” I demanded. “Fuck me deeper.”

Jace obliged, increasing his tempo. The angle shifted, and I saw stars as Jace hit that perfect spot inside me. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, building with each thrust.

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