Page 48 of Edge of Control

Fuck. The makeup I put on to cover up my cut must have come off somewhere. I nodded, his cocknow balls-deep inside my ass. How could I feel anxious when I was feeling complete? When I was feeling whole?

“I hit my head earlier this week,” I said. Simple. No need to embellish. No need for details. “I’m fine.”

I started to rock back and forth. His hands moved to my hips. The concern on his face quickly sizzled away, his eyes rolling back. He must have been satisfied with that answer.

Good. We could get on to business.

I started to ride him, bouncing up and down on his cum covered cock. Mine leaked onto his abs, slapping it with every bounce. We began to get louder, louder. Grunts echoed with the slaps that echoed with the curses that echoed with the moans. My toes curled. My body craved this. Didn’t want to be apart from him. I could keep him inside me all day, all night, and I’d be so fucking happy.

He played with my cock. His eyes were glued to it. He rubbed his thumb across the wet slit, taking it up to his lips, drinking me in.

His cock filled me, stretched me, made me cry out for more. More, more, please give me more.

“I’m gonna come,” I said, balls tight, body on the edge.

“Me too.”

I couldn’t hold it back even if I tried. I leaned forward as my orgasm crashed into me. Rope after rope shot out, covering Jace’s chest. My hole twitched and pulsed around his cock, milking him. His head tossed back, and he shouted. He emptied inside me, giving me exactly what I wanted.

I collapsed on top of him. “Holy shit,” I said, breathless.

“That was fucking amazing,” Jace said. “No one’s ever made me come back-to-back like that.”

“I’ve got special skills.”

“I think you’re just special in general.”

That made me chuckle. I kissed his neck, nuzzled into it. God, this man was pure perfection. He made me forget about everything that was wrong with this world. Made me feel like all the shattered pieces of my life were glued back together again.

“I, um, maybe now’s not the best time to ask, but do you want to stay the night?”

I kissed his neck again, smiling against him. “The answer’s yes.”

As if I’d ever answer no to that question.

Jace snored. That was a surprise to me. Something I couldn’t have known from watching him. It was a cute little snore. Not the honking, train-like sounds some people tended to do. That likely would have annoyed the living shit out of me. This was more like a little “woosh” of air every time he breathed out.

Cute.

Also useful.

Told me when he was asleep. After about thirty minutes of the endearing little snores, I figured it was safe to slowly get out of bed. I tested the waters with a single foot first, stepping onto the quiet carpet. Then another. He didn’t eventwitch.

He slept cute, too. Shirtless, on his back, hand under the pillow, the covers barely reaching his belly button.

I fought the urge to kiss him. Now, that would be weird.

The carpet helped keep my steps quiet as I tiptoed out of the bedroom and back into the living room. I went to the bathroom, opened the door, turned the fan on but kept the light off. There was my excuse if he did wake up and find my snooping.

His medicine cabinet was pretty standard. There were his antidepressants, allergy medication, pain relievers, a few skincare products that appeared untouched. The cabinets under the sink held some cleaning products and extra toilet paper. His douche was there, too. Maybe I should top him next time.

Back in the living room, I sat on his couch again, same spot he would sit to jerk off. I rubbed myself through my briefs, kicking my feet up on the coffee table. His apartment was much smaller than mine, and yet it felt like I sat in the center of a star-filled galaxy. So much possibility, so much to discover. I wanted to know every little thing about Jace Holloway. Wanted him like my lungs wanted oxygen.

His laptop sat untouched on a small desk near the window. No sounds came from his bedroom, the whirr of the bathroom fan providing ample white noise to cover any tiny sounds I might make. I went over and sat down at the table. I opened the laptop. I expected there to be a password screen and was surprised when there wasn’t.

Huh.

Well, this was going to be easier than I expected. Jace, Jace, Jace. Way too trusting. I’d have to talk to him about itone day. How not everyone in this world was as infatuated and invested in him as I was. I wanted to keep him safe. Wanted to keep him mine.

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