Page 82 of Control Freak

I sucked my fingers into my mouth, drooling over them to get them nice and wet, then lowered my hand between my legs. Gently, I circled my rim, hyperaware of Holden’s gaze. I pressed both fingers inside at once, because I was a damn pro and I was way too worked up to take it slow.

It burned, the saliva only able to do so much to smooth the way. I didn’t care. But a second later, cool, slippery fluid dripped onto my fingers.

Holden had grabbed the lube.

I pulled my fingers out, smoothed the lube around, then pushed them back in, adding a third, and moaned at the deep satisfaction of stuffing myself.

“Can you hold my other hand or something?” I asked, voice more fragile than I intended.

It occurred to me seconds after I said it that he might not be able to keep touching. It might be too much. Maybe he’d redirected us to this to give himself a break.

“Or not, if you can’t,” I added hurriedly. “Anything is good.”

Holden didn’t grasp my free hand, as I’d initially requested, but he gently slid his fingers around the hand stuffed into myass. He tugged me back, slowly pulling my fingers out until only fingertips were inside, then shoved forward hard.

My fingers drilled into me, making me gasp with shock.

“You wanted me to fuck you,” Holden said, jerking my hand back, then shoving it forward again. “So you’ll take what I give you and be happy with it, won’t you?”

“Fffuu—y-yeah, please.”

Holden wasn’t slow and gentle. He used my hand to fuck me hard. My fingers were too bony to give me the same pleasure as a man’s cock, but Holden’s touch, his control, was doing it for me big-time.

I could hear the thwack-thwack-thwack of him jerking off. I raised my head, trying to see, but could only make out his right arm flexing. He continued to guide my hand, pistoning my fingers in and out of me.

It was too much. I grasped my cock with my left hand and stroked it twice in a desperate attempt at relief. My balls drew up, and I came over my belly in thick spurts.

“That’s it, sweets,” Holden murmured with a raspy groan.

My hole fluttered around my fingers, even as Holden stilled and shuddered through his orgasm.

I lay there, catching my breath, still trembling with aftershocks. Holden gently tugged my fingers out of my sore hole before stumbling toward the bathroom, leaving me aching for more contact.

I was used to coming alone with all the cam sessions I’d done. In person, I liked contact, but I wasn’tneedyfor it, typically. But having that small bit of touch from Holden had made me greedy.

I craved more.

He returned with a washcloth, gently using it to clean my fingers, then my hole. He raised it to wipe off my abs. This was the most he’d touched me, even with a fabric barrier between us.

It was incredibly intimate, and I stared at him, trying to gauge his comfort level, but he looked relaxed enough.

“How…was that?” I asked tentatively.

Holden shot me a smirk. “I made you beg and moan for me, so I’d say it went pretty well.”

I laughed, my face heating with embarrassment.

“It was good for me,” he said seriously, answering my real question. He climbed onto the bed beside me—still naked—and flopped onto his side. “Thank you for humoring me.”

“Humoring you? That’s not what I’d call it.”

He grinned, looking almost bashful. “Well, you know what I mean. I kinda jumped you.”

“Mm. You woke me up, all desperate, and I admit…” I drew out the pause to torture him. “It was hot.”

“You’re so mean,” he said. “I thought maybe I’d overstepped.”

“You can’t,” I said. “I know I shouldn’t say that, because like, yeah, obviously youcould.But you won’t. I’m game for anything you want, anytime you want it.”