Page 9 of Edge of Control

“Touch yourself,” Jace ordered.

I wrapped a hand around my own cock, stroking in time with Jace’s movements. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and I knew I was already close.

Fuck. I wanted this to last all night. All day. All week.

But my balls were already set to explode.

“Jace,” I gasped. “I’m gonna?—”

“Do it,” Jace urged, driving into me even harder.

My climax hit me with the force of a comet, my body tensing as I spilled over my hand and onto the cushions beneath. The pulsing of my release triggered Jace’s own, and he thrust deep one final time before shuddering to a halt, filling me up with his load.

We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and slick skin. For a few moments, the only sounds were our raggedbreaths and the distant thrum of the bass from the main hall.

Jace pulled out gently, settling beside me. “That was intense,” he admitted, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

I turned my head to look at him. “You could say that.”

We lay there in comfortable silence. I felt an unfamiliar tug at my chest— I pushed it away. Sex was sex was sex. It didn’t matter how hot or intense it was. I didn’t deal with connections or intimacy. I dealt with pleasure and control.

And death.

“You’re different,” Jace said quietly.

“Am I?” I replied, masking my unease with a casual tone.

“Yeah. Can’t quite put my finger on it.”

“Maybe it’s better that way.”

Jace propped himself up on one elbow. “You always this mysterious?”

“Only when it suits me.”

Jace chuckled. “Fair enough.”

I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “I should go.” The game was over. Time to unwrap myself from this sticky situation before things became more complicated than they needed to be.

“Already?” There was a hint of disappointment in Jace’s voice. “I’m up for round two.”

And he clearly was. His cock was still hard, leaking. It made mine throb. But my post-nut clarity was giving me second thoughts about being here.

“Places to be,” I said, standing and retrieving my towel.

Jace watched me, a contemplative expression on his face. “Will I see you around?”

“Maybe,” I said. “Take care of yourself, Jace. And look both ways before you cross the street.”

Jace chuckled at that. “You too.”

I hesitated for the briefest moment before heading to the door. I paused, my hand on the handle. Without turning around, I said, “Sometimes a distraction is just what we need.”

“Agreed,” Jace replied softly.

I left the room, the door closing with a quiet click behind me. As I walked through the corridors, I felt the weight of my double life settling back onto my shoulders. The encounter had been a departure from my usual control—a risk I couldn’t afford to take lightly.

I couldn’t do this again.

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