Page 53 of Control Freak
I lay on the bed, drenched in sweat and cum. That had been way more intense than I’d expected. I’d played around with toys like this before, but I was usually the one in control.
Holy hell.
“You okay?” Holden asked tentatively. “I didn’t overdo it, did I?”
I rolled my head in his direction. “That was a wild ride.”
He laughed. “Yeah.”
“You really do love control.” I eyed his cum-streaked hands, the only sign he’d gotten off with me. “It seems unfair I’m all naked and you’re so composed.”
He licked his lips, and the image of him sucking that candy made my body jerk with an aftershock of pleasure.
“I wasn’t composed,” he said. “Couldn’t resist coming on you.”
I looked down at the mess on my stomach. Mine. Then the cum dotting my thighs. Oh. My dick tried to twitch, but it was fully spent.
“That’s hot.”
He smiled wryly. “Closest I could get to what I really wanted.”
“What’s that?”
“Me, marking you as mine.”
My eyes widened.
“Too much?” he asked, tone worried. “I know you’re not really mine. It’s a fantasy, right?”
“Right,” I echoed, heart thudding.
So why did I feel disappointed that he wasn’t claiming me for real?
CHAPTER 13
Holden
That wasthe best sex I’d ever had. Shiloh had surrendered control of his body to me, trusting me with his pleasure and his comfort, and I couldn’t even hold him.
I climbed to my feet, throat tight. “I should get ready for work.”
“Okay.” He sprawled over the bed, limbs loose and relaxed. “I’m not sure I could walk yet, anyway.”
I went into the bathroom, but something stopped me from getting into the shower. The urge to care for Shiloh in some small way.
I grabbed a washcloth from the drawer under the sink and wet it with warm water, then returned to the room. Shiloh had removed the prostate massager and tossed it on top of his duffel bag.
“Hey,” I murmured. “I thought you might want to clean a little since you have to wait on me to shower…”
“Sure, thanks.”
He held out his hand, and I hesitated. Icouldjust give him the cloth. That would be easy. I’d shown some consideration.
But if I ever wanted more with Shiloh, if I wanted to push out of my comfort zone and work on my touch aversion, I had to start somewhere.
I bypassed his hand and lowered the cloth to his stomach. The material was a barrier between our skin. The proximity still made me nervous.
Shiloh sucked in a surprised breath.
