Page 32 of Edge of Control

“I promise to be gentle.”

“Don’t,” I assured him.

He pulled out and replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. His eyes filled with a passionate fire as he pushed in. The burn was instant and so fucking worth it. I gripped the dark black sheets in fisted hands. He inched deeperand deeper inside me.

“God, that feels so good,” I said, my head falling back on the thin pillow as the entire world melted away, leaving nothing but the union of our two sweaty bodies.

How the hell could this moment be so goddamn romantic?

Everything is romantic with this man. Fuck.

He rocked his hips into me, burying himself balls-deep. I shouted for more, giving myself to him. I leaked precum from his thrusts. Used that as lube. Jerked myself off while his cock stretched me open.

Pure.

Fucking.

Magic.

“I’m already close, goddamn.”

“Then slow down,” I said. “I want to keep you on the edge.”

Jace stilled inside me. “Tell me about yourself,” I said, deciding to have some fun with this. Why not get to know the man I was supposed to be running from? What harm could that possibly do?

Jace’s half-lidded eyes locked on mine. “I’m from Jersey. I’m half Puerto Rican. I like my coffee without any cream, and I hate apples unless they’re green. Where are you from?” He started to thrust again, slow.

“I’m from a lot of places,” I said, wincing slightly as the delicious sting from the stretch began to disappear. “My family was in the military. We moved a lot.”

“Where was your favorite place to live?”

I smiled. How odd. Being flooded with memoriesof my childhood while being fucked. It was only the good memories, though, which was even odder. Those were so few and far between. I had much worse memories that still haunted me to this very day, but none of those clawed to the surface. Just the good ones. “Hawaii,” I answered, my hands grabbing onto Jace’s arms. He caged me, his body encompassing me while mine did the same to him. “I love the beach. Love the people. Palm trees. Views. Has it all.”

“Never been.”

“Going to need to go one day.”

“I’ll need a tour guide.”

“I can find you one,” I said, smiling, a flush entering my chest. A warmth that wasn’t attributed to the heat that flared in my core. This wasn’t because of the orgasm that teetered on the edge. The flush came from something else. A connection, a flutter.

Jace stilled again. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to step back from his climax. Likely envisioning his grandmother or something. I grinned, trying not to fall too deep into this moment.

“Pull out of me. I want to ride you.”

Jace slowly did as I said. His cock pulsed in the air. His balls were so tight they were practically nonexistent. I loved how close he was. I’d have to be careful to not push him over the edge.

He lay down as I stood up. I took a moment to admire his flushed body. My hole was sore but aching for him to be back inside me.

Dangerous. So fucking dangerous.

I straddled his lap. Rubbed myself against him. Leaneddown and pressed my lips against his, held the moment. Locking us in amber. Why did life have to get so messy? Why couldn’t I have met him sooner? Why couldn’t I have made different decisions? Why couldn’t my life take a different course? One where Jace and I were doing this on a beach in Maldive, not in a dark bathhouse in New York?

Why, why, why?

There’d be no answer. No recourse. Only the present. And I planned on taking advantage of it, no matter how badly the past wanted to ruin me.

“Tell me when you’re getting close again,” I said as I reached behind me and guided him back inside.

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