Page 82 of The Intimacy of Control

I wanted to drink from them.

Slowly, I pulled my shirt off above him, watching as his eyes trailed over every part of me. His tongue poked out, swiping along his lower lip. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

I had to get off the bed to pull the rest of my clothes off, so I took that moment to grab the lube from the nightstand. We’d taken it out for this exact reason, having already thought ahead.

Jack looked fucking beautiful all laid out for me. His cock was already hard and glistening for me, and all I desperately wanted to do was be inside of him. I ran a hand up his leg, stopping on his upper thigh right beside his cock. “I need to get you ready, baby. Do you want to get on your hands and knees for me? Show me that pretty ass of yours?”

He gave me a wide grin, wiggling a little bit. “I’m already ready for you.”

“You prepped in the shower?”

“Mhm. I was really hoping you’d ask for my address, Mr. Castillo.”

I settled between his legs, bending down until our noses were barely an inch away. “Is that so? My gorgeous little slut.” I moved his legs, making him bend them for me. “So needy for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “Needy for you.”

I kissed him, taking the rest of his breath away. I didn’t need my hands to do it. Not when I knew something that simple made him damn near melt beneath me.

We’d done this song and dance dozens of times already, but never here. Never somewhere as special as the beginning of our lives together. Our own little sanctuary. No more back and forth and asking about whose place we wanted to stay the night at.

I kissed down the side of his neck, taking his skin between my teeth. Jack gasped and moaned above me, wiggling his body against me. His body was so eager. He was so eager. He was everything. I marked his skin just as he’d somehow marked my heart, rutting my cock against his ass with matching need.

“Forrest, please.” It was a whine. A plea that I could feel vibrating from his chest.

“What do you need, Jackson?”

“You know what I need. You always know what I need.”

Always. I always knew what Jack needed, and I’d always give it to him. I looked down between us and grabbed the lube. When I experimentally pressed a finger against his hole, he was still slick, and his ass was already trying to take me greedily.

Yeah, he was ready alright.

Holding the base of my cock, I lined myself up and slowly started to push. That first tight, warm squeeze sent fucking shivers up my spine. It didn’t feel like anything I’d ever felt before. It felt right on a goddamn cosmic level. Like…

Like magic.

Sparks of magic raced through our joined bodies with every inch I gave him. Pieces of our pasts faded into the distance; all the fear and uncertainty and memories of constantly being the last choice disappeared the moment my hips met his ass. Every soft whine and moan Jack gave me replaced it all.

I leaned down, covering his body with mine. I held myself up with one hand and used the other to place over his mouth. I didn’t cover his nostrils. Not yet. I stared into his eyes, giving him slow, leisurely thrusts. “I’m going to take your breath away, and then I’m going to give it back. I’m going to breathe for you. Do you understand?”

He was nodding before I’d even finished, and then he took a deep breath through his nose.

I covered his nostrils, pulled halfway out of him, and slammed right back into him. His entire body jerked as he let out a long, muffled moan. His eyes fell shut. He gave me all of him, just as I’d wanted.

We were one. I was his lungs, taking his breath, pounding into him until he couldn’t take it anymore, then gave it back. I controlled him. All of him.

He reached between us, jerking his cock fiercely, getting himself closer and closer by the second. Every thrust had his ass clenching harder around me. So much. So fucking much. Not enough, yet so much.

I took my hand away entirely, simply rocking into him with our gazes locked onto each other. He was so goddamn vocal, and I loved it. Loved hearing what I did to him. Loved knowing that this was what I’d hear for the rest of our lives.

“I love you,” I gritted out between moans.

“I love you, Forrest. Fuck, I love you.”

It was better than any sex we could ever have. Better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.

When I came inside him, it was with my forehead pressed into his shoulder, and my lips pressed into his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat. Jack’s nails dug into my back as he rocked with me, riding the aftershocks together.