Page 112 of Playing Dirty

“Have I mentioned how amazing your ass looks in these pants?” he muses while rocking into me some more. “Almost as amazing as it does completely bare, my cock disappearing between your cheeks.”

Holy shit.

I don’t think anything that filthy has ever left his mouth before, but damn if I’m not a fan. It’s obvious from the way my dick is now straining against the fabric of my uniform, aching to be let free.

“Sounds like you’re getting some ideas.”

His breath coasts over my skin before another kiss lands on my throat. “With you? Always.”

“Careful,” I murmur, arching back into him. “Keep touching me like this and there’s bound to be consequences.”

“Maybe I wanna find out what those are,” he says, voice coming out raspy and hoarse with lust. His forehead presses against the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine when he murmurs, “Ever think of that?”

I let out a breathy laugh. “A little overzealous for being in public, aren’t we?”

Though, come to think of it, he’s mentioned being keen to try playing in public—something bordering exhibitionism and agoraphilia.

He lets out a soft hum, licking and nipping at my neck, my shoulder.He’s all over the place now; completely unhinged by desire. Stripped down to pure, carnal need.

“This is what you do to me. You drive me fucking crazy.”

His hand slips around to the front of my waist, deft fingers working open my belt, then the button of my pants, before diving into my underwear. A zap of desire hits me low in my stomach when his palm wraps around me, heightening with every kiss he presses to my neck, my jaw, the space behind my ear.

As much as I love calling the shots, there’s nothing hotter than when Theo takes control.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head before I can even think it through.

Taking the answer at face value, he strokes me from tip to base, rolling his palm around the head on every upstroke. My hips move with him, arching into his hand before pressing back against the ridge of his erection, grinding our bodies together like a couple of feral, needy animals in heat.

His soft pants whisper in my ear, the sound spiking my heart rate, but it has nothing on when he murmurs, “God, I wanna be inside you.”

Shit, with how keyed up and turned on I am, my thoughts are running in a similar lane. But I’m still hyperaware of our location. And while neither of our teams are due for an hour, any one of the ballpark employees could stumble upon us in this already very compromising position.

“Someone could see.”

“I don’t care,” he rasps immediately. “Let them watch, Madden. I don’t care as long as I’m inside you in the next two minutes.”

I turn to look him in the eye over my shoulder, both shocked and ridiculously aroused by his declaration. “You can’t seriously mean that.”

“Except I do.” He has that look in his eyes—the one where he’sbegging me to hear what he has to say—and he lets out a resigned little chuckle. “The way I want you…it fucking kills me. Every time you’re near, I can’t think about anything else except touching you, tasting you. Marking every inch of your body as mine. You’ve ruined me.”

My jaw tics as I stare at him, into the eyes of this man who never fails to surprise me.

If I’ve ruined him, he’s decimated me. He’s taken me apart, piece by piece, and left me in shambles at his feet. Clawed his way into my very essence, lay claim to the organ beating inside my chest. Plucked every ounce of sanity straight from my being and tossed it aside as if it were never there in the first place.

It’s the only reason I’d ever eventhinkabout agreeing to this, let alone actually say—

“We have to be quick.”

He lets out a little hum of approval before murmuring, “Don’t forget dirty.”

With that, his hand leaves my cock to hook in the waistband of my pants, and he drags both them and my boxers down past the curve of my ass. I wrap my fist around my erection the second it springs free, the tip already leaking with pre-cum from his earlier teasing. My hand glides over it, stroking from root to tip, and I let out a soft groan of pleasure.

“Don’t you dare come without me,” Theo growls behind me.

I hear the teeth of his zipper sliding down, then the rustle of fabric before glancing back at him. He’s pushed his jeans down just enough to pull his dick free, and the red, angry tip begs for my attention where it’s jutting in my direction.