Page 81 of Control Freak

A whimper escaped me. An actualwhimper. Showing a man like Holden Cross how to please me? Fuck yes, sign me up.

“Squeeze me tighter if you can,” I rasped, wanting him to have an active role.

There was a pause. Maybe I’d asked for too much.

“Never mi—ah!”

Holden’s hand tightened around mine, squeezing my dick in a vise, and my hips bucked up, tunneling through our fists.

“Like that?” he said, humor leaking into his voice.

“Fuck yes. What, uh—” Holden moved my hand up, stroking the length of me, then back down again. I groaned, eyes slipping closed.

“What were you saying?” he asked.

“Um.”

He guided my hand down, then up, then down. Then up…and squeezed tighter around my cockhead, sending a hot wash of sensation through me.

“Feels so good,” I murmured. “You’re making me feel good.”

“Yeah?” The first vulnerable note crept into his tone. “I’m trying.”

He picked up the pace, stroking faster.

“Ah, fuck.” I remembered suddenly my question from before. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Dick,” I gasped between pulses of pleasure, unable to form a full sentence. “See it?”

Holden paused to push down his black boxer briefs, his thick, ruddy cock springing out fully hard. Damn. I had to bite my tongue to resist begging him to fuck my mouth.

I licked my lips, just thinking about the size and weight and taste of him. The smell was nearly as good. There was the musk of a man mixed with fresh soap, the scent of his arousal sharp in the space between us.

I lay on my back while Holden knelt over me, careful not to touch anywhere but our hands. He fumbled for his dick with his left hand, stroking clumsily.

Our gaze met and held as the pleasure crested higher and higher.

“What else do you want?” he asked.

“This is good.”

“But if I could?”

“Your dick in my mouth,” I said immediately. “Or my ass. God. To be fucked by you, to feel that thick dick stretching me open and filling me up?—”

He swore quietly, his hand moving a little faster on his dick. “You love bottoming?”

“Fuck yes. I’ve got a greedy hole.”

He snorted a laugh and abruptly stopped my hand from stroking, pulling it up and away from me.

“Wha—”

He guided it down. “Show me.”

I bit my lower lip, another wave of desire hitting as Holden shifted away from me, off the foot of the bed, to kneel between my legs. He had to release my hand, and I mourned the loss of his touch, even as my hole throbbed eagerly at the idea of penetration.