Page 53 of Playing Dirty

My brows clash together. “Only if you want to.”

When he nods, I release my shaft, giving him free rein to explore as he pleases. He tentatively wraps his hand around me, and my balls draw up at the contact. The lust already ignited within me grows in intensity as we both watch his palm slide up and down over my length, the extra skin moving with every stroke.

His movements are hesitant and awkward at first, but they feel good nonetheless. And paired with the way his attention remains locked on my dick, I’m still insanely close to coming. It’s borderline painful, actually, and I know if I took over, it would take only a few quick jacks to send me over the edge.

But this isn’t about me. So rather than giving in to the urge, I clench my fists at my side and let him take his time.

His hand slides over me with a little more rhythm now, finding a comfortable pace. My tip is leaking like crazy, and every down stroke he makes gathers more of it, spreading it down my shaft.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

His gaze slides up to my face, dark lashes framing those intense green eyes that are blown wide with desire.

God, is it ever.

I nod, not trusting my voice to not come out thick or cracked with the amount of need rushing through me like a flash flood.

Theo’s teeth scrape over his lower lip, the action drawing my focus there and daring me to bite it myself. But still, I keep myself in check. The last thing I wanna do is push him too far, too fast. There’s a chance I may have already, though from the way his gaze drops to my cock again and he licks his lips, he seems more than okay with it.

There’s another unspoken question in his eyes when they lift again,but this time, he doesn’t verbalize it. Doesn’t give voice to the desire. And that simply won’t do.

“You can do whatever you’re comfortable with,” I whisper, my hips slowly rocking with his movements. “Go as far as you want.”

His throat bobs when he swallows as he continues to slowly pump his hand over my shaft, paying a little more attention to the head and the bundle of nerves beneath it. He studies his hand for a second, stopping and starting again as my foreskin covers the head and then pulls back on the downstroke.

“How do I…?” He licks his lips and glances up at me. “Do I do it when it’s pushed back?”

I roll my lips inward to keep from laughing. After all, sucking a dick for the first time is a learning curve in itself without taking foreskin into account.

“You can. Some guys like—”

“I don’t care about them, I wanna know how to makeyoufeel good.”

Fucking Christ, there is no way in hell I’m surviving this.

Slowly, I reach down and curl my finger over the hand he’s wrapped around my dick. His gaze stays locked on mine as I move his palm down my shaft toward the base, stopping when the head of my cock is completely revealed.

“I like it held back like this when I get head,” I murmur while more tension and lust coils in my stomach.

He nods before dropping his gaze back to my dick. I release his hand, allowing him to continue exploring without my interference.

“Any particular reason?”

“It’s more sensi—”

I can’t even get the word out because Theo’s tongue swipes over the tip of my cock, stealing my ability to think, let alone speak. The only soundthat actually comes out is a sharp gasp, and it immediately has his gaze snapping back to mine.

He keeps his eyes locked with mine when he laps at my crown again, seemingly gauging my reaction. My jaw tics when he does it a few more times, licking away the pre-cum that’s begun to leak from my slit, then giving the entire head a gentle suck.

And his eyes never leave mine the entire time.

“Fuck, I knew you were trouble,” I murmur, more to myself than to him.

He hears it nonetheless, and he fuckingsmilesaround the head of my cock before sucking it again, a little harder this time.

I don’t know how the hell he’s making a blow job look equally innocent and defiant, but he somehow manages. Because the only thing I wanna do is grab him by the hair, shove my cock between those full, perfect lips, and let every filthy thought in my mind spill from my mouth while I fuck his face.

I don’t, obviously, but I do settle for sliding one hand into his hair and gently cupping the back of his head. Not for leverage, but to have something to keep my grip on reality while he torments me with every delicious lick and suck.