He grits his teeth like it’ll help him hold on, like he’s not already hanging by a thread. But I’m starting to understand his body already. Every tell, every traitorous twitch. The way his breath stutters when I hit just the right angle, how his thighs start to shake when he’s close. And fuck, he’s close.
I grind my fingers deep, curling hard against that spot inside him that makes his whole body jerk.
“F—fuck,”he gasps, spine arching, his head thudding back against the wall. He’s trembling, soaked in sweat, pupils blown wide with need.
“You feel that?” I murmur, dragging my mouth along the shell of his ear. “That tight little ache in your gut? That fire building under your skin?” I stroke him from the inside, relentless now, slow but merciless. “That’s mine. I control when it snaps.”
He whimpers. Fuckingwhimpers.That arrogant mouth of his is bitten raw now. He can’t form anything but desperate, broken noise.
“Please,” he rasps, and I nearly lose it right there.
“No.” I pull back just enough to keep him trembling, right on the edge, and press a kiss to his jaw. “Not yet. You don’t come until I give you permission. You don’t deserve it until I watch you fall apart for me.”
He’s sweating, shaking, fighting it with everything he has. But then I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them just right, grinding slow and cruel against his prostate.
He chokes on a moan. His whole body seizes. And I know he’s right fucking there.
“I said not yet.” My hand tightens around his wrist. “You wanna come? Then fucking beg, Julian.”
His lips part. Nothing comes out. Just a shattered breath. He’s holding it back, his body spasming, so close he’s shaking from the strain.
“Beg for it,” I growl again, my lips against his throat now. “Or I stop. Right now.”
That’s what breaks him.
“Please,” he gasps, voice wrecked.“Please,Nico—fuck, I—I need—”
I press in deep and hold, my fingers buried to the knuckle inside him.
His knees buckle. He lets out a strangled noise like he’s being torn in half. And then he breaks.
His whole body shudders violently as he comes, untouched, raw and ruined. Lips parted in disbelief, tears stinging thecorners of his eyes from how hard he fought it. The orgasm wracks through him like it’s ripping the breath from his lungs, like it’s punishment and mercy all at once.
I hold him there, fingers still deep inside, until he’s done shivering.
Then I slowly pull away, watching the way his chest heaves, his lashes fluttering, his expression wrecked.
“Still think you’re in control?” I murmur, dragging my thumb down his slick stomach.
Julian blinks, dazed, lips parted like he wants to argue, but nothing comes out.
For once, he’s speechless.
But I know it won’t last long.
For him, it never does.
CHAPTER 6 – CONTROL
JULIAN
No.
No fucking way.
There’s no way in hell this bastard just made me come.
And why did Ilet him?
