Page 81 of Playing Dirty

There’s a part of me begging to go with the original plan; to forget teasing and marking every inch of his body, and simply lose myself in pleasure. But I fight the urge to feed my desire, and pull from the warm heat of his mouth before stepping back.

His chest heaves, those eyes glistening with unshed tears as he tries to catch his breath, but I don’t give him the chance.

“Strip. Right now,” I command, already shoving my own pants to the floor.

There’s no hesitation on his part; he’s on his feet again, removing every article of clothing from his delicious body with lightning speed. I’ve already done the same, having tossed my shirt to the floor and begun stroking myself before he could even get his pants off.

His gaze collides with mine once he’s stripped bare, and I nod toward the bed.

“On all fours, ass up.”

This time, he does hesitate. There’s a flicker of something I can’t quite define in his gaze, mixing with the unfiltered amount of lust, and he takes a half-step toward the bed before stopping again.

“Madden, I—”

“What? Wanna apologize?” I shake my head and laugh. “It’s too late for that, baby. Now, get on the bed before I put you there myself.”

His tongue wets his lower lip, and still, he hesitates for a second. But he doesn’t make me follow through with my threat, his feet moving of their own volition toward the bed.

And once he’s in the position I’ve asked for, I realize…

“Well, isn’t this a surprise?” I murmur, half shocked, half in awe as Ikneel on the mattress behind him.

My fingers skim along the curve of his ass while I take in the plug situated between his cheeks. I dip two fingers down on either side of the flared base and give it the slightest tug. It’s not enough to pull it out, but the action draws a long groan from him.

His head drops, hanging between his shoulders, as his ass clamps around the plug instinctively.

“I tried to tell you.”

“You wanted to tell me you have a plug stretching your tight little ass before I found it myself, huh?” My fingers release the plug and continue skating over his skin, following the curve of his other cheek. “How long have you been keeping this from me?”

“Just this week. I put it in after practice, when I’m in the shower. And I take it out when I get home.”

“And you like it? Feeling something inside you?”

A breathy little “yeah” leaves him when I gently tap the end of the base.

Damn, if this isn’t the sexiest surprise he’s given me yet. I’ve been harder than steel since his mouth was around me, but now, with the thought of him in the locker room pushing this inside him? I could cut fucking diamonds.

My tongue swipes over my lower lip, and I try to figure out what the hell my next move is. Because this certainly changes things, and my mind is spinning with ideas.

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but with all these secrets you’re keeping, you’re not feeling my cock stretching you for a while.”

“Guess you’ll just have to settle for submitting to me instead, then,” he sasses back.

A sharp bark of laughter leaves me, and I lift my hand away from hisskin, only for it to collide with the perfect globe of his ass cheek a moment later. Theo’s startled gasp mixes with a groan of pleasure, and he twists to look at me over his shoulder.

“Did you justspankme?”

Rather than answering with words, I pull my hand back and do it again. The crack of my skin on his fills the air, and a low groan spills from his plush lips before he glares at me with equal parts indignation and arousal.

“Don’t give me that look. From the way your cock is leaking all over the bed, you fucking love it.”

“Not when other people can hear it,” he hisses.

A chuckle slips out while I rub my palm over his red, heated flesh. “Oh, I hope they do. I hope they hear every moan, cry, and sigh that leaves your mouth tonight, because I’m gonna make sure you’re loud enough to wake the dead.” I arch a brow, daring him to disagree when I ask, “Is that gonna be a problem?”

If he wants to stop, all he has to do is tell me. He knows, even when I’m in charge, he’s the one with all the power. It’s always been that way, and always will be.