Page 39 of The Intimacy of Control

Slowly, I pulled my thumb away. “Go ahead. Don’t forget yourself, too. Try not to come, though, okay? It’s okay if you do, but try not to. Stop when you get close.”

This time, I leaned my head back against the couch and let him suck me off as greedily as he wanted to. I didn’t control the pace. He was already out of control, moving on pure instinct and want.

I thrust my hips into his mouth with each downward bob of his head and ran my hand through his hair, simply feeling him. Taking all the desperation he gave to me. I was so fucking close, it wasn’t going to take very long. He started to swallow me deeper on his own, testing his limits all by himself. It would’ve made me proud if I wasn’t about to explode.

“Jackson. Fuck. I’m going to pull you away. I want you to look up at me and stay where you are. Keep jerking off for me, okay?”

He gave me a small whimper in response. I lifted his head, taking over by stroking myself furiously. My muscles tightened everywhere as a thick, overwhelming warmth started spreading up from my ankles. I stared at his face, taking in every shimmer and gleam of spit and tears on his face mixed with how goddamn blissful he looked.

Fuck, his lips were swollen. So red and puffy and gorgeous from sucking my cock so fucking good. I held myself right over his face, squeezing the head of my cock gently.

Jack whimpered beneath me, his body leaning forward a little. “I need to come. Please. Please, Forrest.”

That did it. “Come, Jackson.” I barely bit the words out as I started to paint his face, panting and moaning through each spurt. I had to fight to keep my eyes open so I could see him. See how hard he came for me, whimpering and gasping and whining with each stroke.

He’d come all over his hand and the floor, but he stayed still through it all. My cum started to slowly slide down his face, some of it dangerously close to dripping off. “Open your eyes, honey.”

I always found myself entranced by the green in his eyes. There was a mix among different shades of brown, and I’d never seen anything like them before. I could stare at them forever and never get tired.

Caressing the side of his face, I leaned forward, staring down at him. “Look at you. Covered in my cum. So fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you.” It wasn’t much more than a breath.

I smeared my cum across his cheek, rubbing it into his skin. “Perfect. Fucking perfectly marked by me.”

His eyelids fluttered closed as he leaned into my touch. “Yours. I look like yours.”

“You are mine. Aren’t you?”

A soft whine. “Yes. Yes, I’m yours.”

Holding myself by the base, I slowly dragged my soft cock across his lips. “So fucking beautiful. All mine. Just mine.”

He stuck his tongue out, eagerly licking along my shaft. I jerked back a few times from how sensitive I was, but I let him. I let him take his fill. It was a beautiful sight to see him this desperate still, clinging onto my scent and my taste the way he was.

I pushed his head back a little and waited until he closed his mouth. With the hem of my tank top, I wiped the cum off his face, despite the soft, mewling cries of disappointment he gave me. “Don’t whine, baby. You’re still mine, and I need to take care of you, don’t I?”

His lips turned down in a pout, which was fucking adorable but unnecessary. There was a serenity in his gaze that I hadn’t seen in him before. I was so fucking glad to have given him that. It felt like a gift, and it was a gift I’d never forget receiving.

“Stand up, sweetie.”

He stood off the floor, and I stood with him before bending down and hooking my arms beneath the bend of his legs. The little squeak he gave me as I picked him up bridal-style was almost enough to make me laugh. He wrapped his arms around my neck and shoved his face into my shoulder as I took him to my bedroom and laid him right on my bed. A dreamy smile spread wide on his face, with a dot of cum right by his lips that I’d missed and even more cum on his stomach. I’d need to properly wash him up sooner rather than later, but that could wait.

For now, he needed me to keep him grounded while he floated his way through the haze. Jack had given so much of himself to me. He’d let go. He’d let himself be free and vulnerable. I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to be there with him for every moment of it.

So, I peeled off my dirty tank top and climbed into bed right beside him, kissed him on the cheek, and pulled him close to me. He was so warm. So happy. So fucking beautiful and so free.

I was never going to make it as just his fuck buddy. I was never going to make it because, at some point, I had already fallen for him.

Shit.

chapter fifteen

The gentle swipes of the washcloth over my body had almost lulled me to sleep. I was really close, swimming in a pool of desire, need, and…care. Forrest was taking care of me, and I didn’t seem to hate it as much as I thought I would. I’d fallen asleep so quickly the last couple of times that I hadn’t been able to enjoy this part.

“There you go,” he whispered. “You’re all clean. Can you open your eyes for me?”

I turned my head, opening my eyes and staring straight into his. A gorgeous ocean of everything I’d been scared of was right in them. Forrest made it less scary. He carried dominance, freedom, and life in his gaze that I’d never dared to cross the line of. I think I wanted to cross the line. Only a little.