Page 70 of The Intimacy of Control

He used one hand to hold himself up on the railing, snaking his other below to stroke himself. He was so fucking gone, he wasn’t even forming words. Just noises. Sweet, incoherent, delicious noises.

I’d done that to him. I’d rendered him completely and utterly speechless. I’d taken something he was terrified of losing and made it something pleasurable for him.

I used his hips to force him onto my cock, pushing and pulling as he fell apart around me. I didn’t know how much longer I could possibly last as my stomach started to clench and warmth ran up my legs. So close. So fucking close.

Jack gave me a whimper—a very specific whimper. He was on the edge. He was right there, and I needed to push him over. I slid my hand up, feeling his skin beneath his shirt. Once I got to the middle of his back, I curved my fingers down, scraping my nails on the way back. Down, down, down… I thrust into him harder. Faster. So much so, the ashtray beside us fell right by my foot, clattering loudly.

But his moans were louder. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Forrest, please! Please. Please.”

“Come on, Jackson. Come on my cock so I can come inside of you. Mark you.” I scratched across his lower back. “Don’t you want me dripping out of you after?” I gripped his hip with my other hand even harder, pulling him against me and keeping him there. “When I pull out of you, I want to watch it. I want to see my cum leak from your hole. I want to see that I’ve ruined you.” A swivel of my hips as deep as I could go.

His hole pulsed around me, clenching tight as he let out a long, guttural moan straight from his chest. I pounded into him as he screamed—fucking screamed. Christ, I loved making him scream.

I grabbed his arm, pulling it behind his back, using it as nothing more than a tool. Using him the way he wanted to be used. I gripped his wrist, forcing him back onto my cock with each brutal thrust I could muster. I had to pull my shirt up and tuck it under my chin, looking down and watching how my cock disappeared into his ass.

My forehead was dripping with sweat, little drops falling onto his skin below me. He was like jelly, barely holding himself up as I panted through the first crushing wave of my orgasm.

Using his arm, I forced his ass onto me one last time, throwing my head back as I squeezed my eyes shut. I moaned into the air, the sound mixing with his soft pleas.

I filled him to the fucking brim. I marked him in the most literal way possible. With the red streaks across his skin, the palm-shaped bruises he’d have in the morning, and my cum deep inside of him.

Jack smelled like me like I smelled like him. He looked like mine. I loved him. He loved me.

My vision went blurry as I leaned down, wrapping my arms around his middle, my cock still inside of him. I sniffled as I started to go soft. “You chose me.”

He reached behind him, touching me wherever he could. Though he was out of breath, he gained just enough to tell me. “I think I already had in the beginning. But I was too scared to accept it.”

I rested my forehead on his shirt, rubbing my skin against the fabric. “Thank you for choosing me.”

“I always will.”

“Yeah. Me too.” I pressed a kiss against his covered shoulder blade. “I’ll always choose you, too.”

chapter twenty-four

I took my time pulling Jack’s clothes off. The shower was already running, just waiting for us to get in it. He held onto my shoulders as I dropped to my knees, pulling his pants with me. He raised his legs one by one, letting me pull them off and throw them to the side.

“Turn around for me, sweetie.” Slowly, he turned like I’d asked. The moment his ass was in front of my face, I pressed on his lower back, urging him to bend forward. I pulled his ass cheeks apart, taking in the gorgeous view of his sweet, used hole. There was still a shine around his rim, wet with my cum and the lube I’d used on him. “So beautiful. Full of my cum like you’re supposed to be.”

“I love it,” he whispered.

I moved forward, pressing a soft kiss to his hole, soaking in the shiver he gave me. I squeezed his ass cheek one last time before standing back up. “Come on. Let’s get in the shower.”

Jack looked so happy and content, bordering on sleepy, but we needed to clean up. I was more than happy to help him wash the day off. With his hand in mine, I walked us over to the clear glass shower door, pulling it open. It was spacious—big enough to fit both of us with plenty of room. There was a showerhead jutting out at the front and a detachable wand off to the side.

He went in first, letting me lead him toward the spray of the showerhead. I stepped in after him, watching how his eyes closed as he let out a content sigh. He looked up into the stream as the water pushed his hair back.

There was more gray in it than there had been when we first started seeing each other. He hadn’t grown his mustache back out, but I wondered if it would’ve had more gray in it too, or if it was the lack of dyeing it.

Either way, I couldn’t help but reach out for him, sliding my palm up his wet arm and shoulder. “Let me help you, sweetie.”

He let me, wordlessly, simply keeping his eyes closed as I grabbed the travel-size bottle of shampoo. I poured some onto my hand, lathering it between my palms before tugging him out of the spray of water. Turning him until his back was facing me, I gently scrubbed the shampoo into Jack’s hair, making sure to coat the roots. The way he leaned his head back toward me was enough to make me fall for him again.

Something so simple, yet full of trust. Jack trusted me with so much of himself, and I’d never take advantage of that.

“Rinse it out, sweetie.” I took that opportunity to grab the loofah and small bottle of body wash, pouring some of it onto the loofah.

Once Jack had the shampoo rinsed out of his hair, I wrapped an arm around his neck and shoulders, bringing his back against my chest. “Let me wash you,” I whispered into his ear.