Page 39 of Control Freak

My breath gusted out of me.

I hadn’t exposed myself to anyone like this before. But it was Shiloh, and he’d bared every inch of himself to me, obeying every bossy order for months.

I tugged open my jeans and pulled out my cock before my thoughts could even solidify. I wanted it so damn badly my hand was shaking as it closed around my shaft. The pleasure that streaked through me was almost too much. My eyes clenched shut.

Then Shiloh gave a shuddering sound of pleasure, and they shot open again. I didn’t want to miss a moment of this. Theblush had crawled onto his face, and Shiloh was no longer looking at the camera, eyes fixed only on me.

I matched the speed of my strokes to Shiloh’s, a slow, decadent build when I was tempted to race to the finish.

He was good at drawing out pleasure. He slowed, teasing the head of his cock. Heat crashed over me in waves, making me light-headed. I went to my knees.

“Fuck,” Shiloh said, seeing me go down. His hand jerked faster, proving he wasn’t immune. “Wish I could see more of you. Would you?—?”

I forced my hand away from my throbbing dick to strip off my jacket and dress shirt. I was hyperaware of the scars marring my body, but they were mostly on my back. As long as we stayed in this position, he was unlikely to notice.

Shiloh’s gaze swept over my chest and stomach. I was a little self-conscious. I didn’t exactly manscape when no one was ever around to see me.

He licked his lips, looking hungry enough to make my insides quiver.

I normally took the lead in our interactions, but I was overwhelmed by this new step. I couldn’t find the words. I just stroked with him, on the edge of coming after only seconds.

“Wish I could taste you,” Shiloh said. “I’d suck you so good.”

He lifted that damn Ring Pop, running it over his bottom lip, teasing me before he pushed it into his mouth with a hungry groan. He licked and sucked, pushing it deeper, then pulling it out. It was eager and sloppy, and it had the exact effect he was going for.

“Fuck!” I cried. “I need to come.”

“Do it,” Shiloh said.

My body went tight, I gasped a startled breath, and then I was spilling over my fingers.

“Oh fuck,” Shiloh cried, stroking faster. “You make me so hot. I can’t stop.”

“Don’t stop,” I said. “Come for me. Only me.”

He arched, cock shooting cum in impressive streams that landed artfully across his torso. That had to be a learned skill, because not a single drop hit my bedding.

He fell back in a pile of loose limbs, chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths. I still knelt in front of the door, cum cooling on my fingers.

I grabbed my shirt and scrambled to my feet, then veered left into the bathroom so I could clean up. I washed my hands and tucked myself away. Shiloh stepped into the bathroom doorway, still naked, as I slipped my arms into my shirt and began to button it up.

“Are you okay?” he asked hesitantly.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

His gaze lingered on me. “I don’t know. You rushed out of there.”

“Didn’t want to interrupt your show any more than I already did.”

“I’m sorry about that,” Shiloh said. “I didn’t mean for you to see.”

I nodded. “I should have knocked. I wasn’t thinking…”

“I’m not sorry you walked in, though,” Shiloh said with a small smile. “It made it way better for me.”

That surprised me. “It did?”

“Performing like that is an act, you know? It’s work. But with you, it’s different.”