Page 83 of Playing Dirty

But that’s exactly what I was hoping for.

“You’re not the one in charge here,” I lie, though from where he’s pinned beneath me, my hand torturing him with every stroke, it probably feels more like the truth.

“Mad…den” He bucks against me, his body arching into mine as he tries to break free. Unsuccessfully, because despite his best efforts, I don’t budge an inch.

“Theo.”

“Madden,” he repeats my name, a prayer or a plea on his lips.

And while I love the sound of him unraveling beneath me, it’s notenough. It’s not what I want, so I shake my head.

“You know what you need to do.”

Shifting, I rest my mouth only a breath away from his again. My restraint is slipping by the second, the desire to devour him whole right here and now slowly gaining more and more traction, and I know I’m moments away from caving.

But I hold on, squeezing him at the base before whispering, “Do you wanna come?”

“Yes,” he pants, nodding frantically. “God, yes.”

“Then beg me.”

In true Theo fashion, he doesn’t listen. But while his stubbornness drives me insane on any given day, I’ve noticed that when we’re in the bedroom, I love the way he fights me. Resists until he can’t take it anymore. And when the need becomes insurmountable—when he finally reaches his breaking point—he becomes putty in my hands.

Pliant and desperate.

His lip curls back in something of a snarl, and I know he’s going to refuse before the words even leave his lips.

“And if I don’t?”

“Then we keep going. Just like this.” My hand moves up his shaft and twists around his crown, teasing the sensitive spot beneath it. “I’ll count how many times I can bring you to the edge, only to pull you back. Because, make no mistake, baby… I will have you on your knees, just like earlier, begging me to finally push you into oblivion.”

To prove my point, I start stroking him faster, building his need for release all over again until he’s writhing and shaking beneath me. His cock twitches in my palm, and all the cords and tendons in his neck are pulled taut as he fucks up into my palm.

But just when he gets there, when his teeth sink into his lower lip and his eyes slam shut, I release him entirely.

“Fuck,no,” he pleads, his eyes wild with need. The grip he has on my biceps is tight enough to bruise, and he lets out another tortured whimper when he bucks up against me. “Madden. Madden,please.”

Now we’re getting somewhere.

“Say it again.”

“Please,” he begs, without hesitation. “Please. Make me come.”

“Perfect,” I whisper before sealing my mouth to his.

With his resistance finally gone, I’m covering his body with my own and rutting against him like a man starved. I align our shafts before wrapping my palm around both of us, already loving the feel of his cock against mine. A low moan slips between our fused lips when I start stroking us, the friction of his shaft combined with my hand sending more electrical jolts down my spine.

Our heads bump and grind together, pre-cum mixing with the lube as I spread it down our shafts, fucking us both with zero rhythm or finesse. The only thing on my mind is pushing him over the edge, knowing the sight of him coming apart beneath me will be more than enough to send me into freefall right behind him.

Theo breaks the kiss, his lips parting in what looks to be a silent moan or scream, his back lifting off the mattress. His entire body brims with need as I work us faster. Frantically, now. Downright frenzied.

“Come for me. Right fucking now.”

His body quakes beneath me, sending out ripples of vibrations and shock waves as his orgasm takes him into the stratosphere. His release spills from his dick, painting his stomach and spreading down our shafts as I continue stroking him through his release.

And the sounds that finally leave his lips… God, I’ve never heard anything like it. It’s the most raw, animalistic moan any human has ever made, and I can’t hold on any longer.

“Christ, Theo,” I hiss, my teeth sinking into my lower lip.