Page 69 of The Intimacy of Control

I opened the door and damn near sprinted to my bag, thankful that I’d brought some stuff just in case. I was hopeful, even if I wasn’t certain. Determination did wonders. I looked down at the pack of condoms, smiling to myself as I left them right where they were.

The moment I was behind Jack again, I opened the bottle of lube, used one hand to spread his cheeks, and poured some directly onto his hole. He hissed a little at how cold it was but stayed completely still.

What a good boy.

Leaning forward, I ran my finger through the lube, gently pressing my fingertip against him. “Are you going to let me take you, Jackson?”

His head fell forward, and his hands gripped the railing tighter. “Yes.”

I slowly pushed my finger in. “Are you going to give your control to me?”

“Yes.” It was breathier. More like a moan than anything.

“Are you going to let me ruin you?”

“Please. Please do.”

“My beautiful slut.” A second finger. He could handle it. I knew he could.

He took it greedily, arching his back even more. “Oh, God. I’m yours, Forrest. I’m yours.”

“Yes, sweetie. You’re all mine.” I wrapped my other hand around his throat, putting the slightest bit of pressure there. “Every inch of you. Every part of your very existence. You’re mine, Jackson. All mine. Now, until forever. Right?”

“Forever. Forever. Oh, fuck, more, please. I need more.”

“More?” I tsked. “You’ve barely even had two fingers, sweetie. Don’t tell me you’re getting greedy already.”

“Yes, I’m greedy. Always greedy for you.”

I ran my hand back, sliding it up through his hair and gripping the strands there. I nudged his head forward, letting him take the lead on how far, so he wouldn’t get too unbalanced. “Look below us. Do you think anyone can see you? Do you think someone is looking up right now and thinking about how goddamn slutty you’re being?”

He moaned loudly, his hole clenching around me. I pulled my fingers out, gaining a pathetic whine from him. “Hold on, baby. I need to pull my pants down, too.” I made it quick, though. He wasn’t the only desperate one here.

I was so fucking hard. So unbelievably ready for him. I let my pants and boxers fall to my ankles as I held my cock, pouring lube all over myself. It dripped onto the balcony floor, surely making a mess before I could start to spread it out.

Once I was coated, I threw the bottle to the side, not caring where it went. I lined myself up with Jack’s hole, simply pressing the head of my cock against him. “Are you ready, Jackson? I’m not going to go easy on you just because I love you. I’m going to be rougher. Harder. I’m going to hurt you. Is that okay?”

He bent forward until he was nearly resting his upper body on the railing. “Yes. Fuck. Please. I want it to hurt. I need it. Please, just do it.”

“I’ve got you.” I put my hand on his shoulder for leverage, held my cock for stability, and thrust into him. I went further than I usually would for the first one, making it almost halfway in.

Fuck. He was so goddamn hot. So fucking tight. I wanted to push all the way in, but I didn’t want to hurt him. I knew that condoms felt different from bare, but I had no idea it was like this. I’d forgotten entirely how good it felt.

How close it felt.

Jack and I were close. Impossibly close. It wasn’t even enough, though I tried to tell myself it was as close as we could get.

His moans echoed into the air, catching on the wind and flowing into the night sky of the busy city below us. There were cars and taxis and the bustle of night shift workers or people getting off their day jobs. A few police sirens were blaring, zooming down the street.

But the loudest of it all were his whimpers. His moans. His begs for more.

So I gave him more. I gripped his hair, pulling him back a little as I rammed into him, not stopping until my hips met his ass. He yelled so loudly, it was almost a scream.

His voice cracked on my name. “Forrest! Oh, fuck. Oh. Oh, fuck, shit. You feel so good. So good.”

I threw my head back as I used his shoulder and hair as leverage, pulling almost all the way out, only to pound back into him. I’d promised him rough, and he was going to get rough. I’d promised to mark him, and he was going to be marked. He was going to get all of me. My heart, my mind, my body.

“Jerk yourself, Jackson. Make yourself come on my cock. I want to feel you.” I let his head fall forward as I let him go, instead grabbing his hips with a grip so tight I knew he’d wake up with bruises tomorrow. Bruises in the shape of my hands. No one else’s. Just mine.