Page 23 of The Intimacy of Control

Just his breath alone had me on edge until he tentatively wrapped his hand around me. He gave me a couple of strokes before looking up at me. “You’re so big.”

“Does that scare you?”

“Not one bit.” He smirked before leaning down and licking a stripe up my shaft.

I groaned, watching the way his mouth wrapped around me, his lips stretching beautifully for me. I could tell he had some reservations at first. He licked around the jewelry on the underside of my cock, getting used to the feeling on his tongue before taking me any further.

Fuck, his mouth. It was warm and tight, and his tongue was exploring every ridge and vein it could. I leaned my head back, sighing as I found my hand back in his hair. I didn’t push—yet. I wanted him to find a rhythm he was comfortable with first. The moment he started to take most of me consistently, I tested him.

I gripped his hair tighter and pushed. He looked up at me through his lashes and didn’t fight back. He let me, moaning around my cock as I took control and pushed his head down when I wanted it, only pulling it back up when I thought it was enough. Then I pushed him further. He started taking me deeper. Deeper. Deeper. His throat convulsed around my cock as he breathed through his nose, staving off a gag.

Holding his head up, I fucked up into his mouth instead. I started slowly, building and building, until tears streamed down his face. His hand was on my thigh, but he wasn’t tapping.

Finally, I pulled him off my cock, letting him gasp and sputter after wrecking him so thoroughly. He had tears falling down his cheeks, and they sparkled under my bedroom light. He was fucking gorgeous. “You did so well, sweetie. Fuck, look at you. Come here.” He crawled closer to me, getting right in front of my face. I held him by his chin, swiping a thumb over his spit-shined lips. “So gorgeous. So wrecked. You took my cock so well, didn’t you, my pretty little slut?”

“I did?”

Nodding, I swiped my thumb over his bottom lip again. His lips parted easily for me, letting me stick my thumb into his mouth and press on his tongue. “Yes, baby.” I grabbed him by the shoulder with my other hand, making sure I had a secure grip. “Is your ass gonna take me that well, too?”

With my finger in his mouth, he couldn’t really say anything. He whimpered and nodded, which turned into a yelp when I shoved him onto his back again. I stood over him long enough for him to see the pure fire in my eyes before kissing him. I didn’t only kiss him. No, I devoured him. I swallowed every moan and every instinctual buck of his hips and shift of his body as he tried to get more from me. More. He wanted more, and so did I.

I settled between his legs, lazily dragging my cock along his stomach as I kissed and sucked on his neck. At least for tonight, he was mine, and I was going to make it very obvious that he was. I left hickeys and bite marks down his neck and onto his chest. His hands were all over my back, scratching and grabbing and pulling and pushing, like he wasn’t sure what he wanted—he just wanted it. Needed it.

Needed me.

When I pulled away, he whined. “I need the lube, baby.” I grabbed it and a condom from my nightstand drawer. Once I was back between his legs, I pulled on his hips and pushed his legs back until his hole was perfectly on display for me, exactly the way I needed it.

He took the first finger like it was nothing. I watched his neck stretch as he leaned his head back, moaning and clenching around me. I made it slow. I made it torturous. I ran my other hand up and down his inner thighs, ghosting past his hard, leaking dick without ever fully touching it. His stomach muscles quivered as I gave him a second finger, spreading them inside of him to stretch his hole.

I knew it was killing him. Jack liked it hard. He liked it rough. He liked the stretch and the first few bites of pain to be matched with sharp, punctuated thrusts. But I didn’t want that. Not right now. I took my time stretching him open, watching as he slowly started to lose himself.

I leaned forward as much as I could, running a hand up his shaft, onto his stomach, and up to his chest. “Jerk yourself, Jackson.”

“Please, Forrest. Give me another. I can handle it. I need you.”

“No.”

He whimpered, biting his lip. “I’m not going to last.”

“Then don’t.”

He hesitated at first but finally took himself in his hand, stroking slowly. Leaning down, I wrapped my free hand around his throat and slowed my fingering to almost a complete stop. I didn’t apply any pressure. I held his throat in my hand and watched his reaction to it. His ass clenched around me, and his eyes squeezed shut. Was he remembering what I’d told him earlier?

I pushed a third finger into him, twisting them until I found what I needed. Jack yelped and bucked, pushing his throat against my hand. I pulled back a little so it wouldn’t add pressure and pumped my fingers in and out of him a lot quicker than before.

“Please. Please, please, please. I need it.” He wasn’t looking at me. He wasn’t looking at anything. He was too damn lost to know anything else existed.

He was ready.

I fumbled with the condom for a second, my hand slippery with lube. Once I had it open, I slid it on, positioned myself, and sank the first couple of inches into him.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Holy fucking shit, you’re so fucking big, holy fuck.” Jack was mumbling, his back arching off the bed with pleasure.

“I’ll make sure you don’t forget how big I am this time.” He was tight at first, and I was sure it was painful for a moment. I let a minute pass before inching in further, reveling in how his ass took me greedily. I had to bite my lip to keep from thrusting into him in one go, holding my composure as much as possible.

The moment my hips met his ass, I bent down, leaving only enough room between us for his hand. He’d stopped stroking himself. “Keep going, Jackson,” I whispered. “Put your other hand on my shoulder.” I waited until he did, his nails digging into my shoulder blade. “Remember how to safe word if you can’t speak?”

“Tap.”