Page 95 of Playing Dirty

My throat constricts as understanding dawns on me. Not because I don’t want to. Quite the opposite, in fact. But I also know, once we cross this line, there’s no turning back.

And the thought is as terrifying as it is intoxicating.

Rather than answer, I press my mouth back to his. Saying everything I’m thinking and feeling with this kiss.

I release his neck to run my fingertips along the taut lines on either side of his spine before reaching the waistband of his underwear. But I don’t stop there, slipping my fingers beneath the elastic and harshly gripping each globe of his ass in either palm, urging his hips to move faster, to give us more.

He does, grinding harder until both our cocks start leaking through the fabric of our underwear. But it’s not enough. Nothing with him ever is, so I break away and whisper in a ragged pant against his lips, “All of you. I want all of you.”

His chest rises and falls quickly, brushing against mine with every breath he takes before he offers a slight nod.

“Do you want a condom?” he asks softly.

We both had clear screenings at the beginning of the year, and with neither of us seeing anyone besides each other since…

I shake my head, and the words come out rough when I whisper, “Notunless you do.”

There’s a little flare of heat in his gaze before he nods again, presses another soft kiss to my lips, and shifts off of me. I slide off my underwear, and he does the same before he rifles through the nightstand.

My stomach knots and flutters all at once when he produces the bottle of lube, flicking the cap open when he rejoins me on the bed. He pours the cool liquid directly on my cock, dousing it like it’s a fire he’s trying to put out, before tossing the bottle aside. His palm wraps around me a moment later, spreading the lube down my shaft with long, tormenting strokes, and it only takes a few seconds for my hips to start arching into his touch. Seeking more while I groan from the pleasure already building inside me.

But his touch is gone almost as quickly, and my eyes fly open to find him reaching behind himself. Another wave of desire crashes into me while watching his expression melt as he massages the excess lube over his rim. I can tell the second he slips a finger inside, his teeth sinking into his lower lip the way it does wheneverIplay with his ass, and it spurs me into action—needing my hands on him too.

Sitting up, I wrap my palm around his cock and jack it from root to tip. His skin glides smoothly beneath my touch, and a soft sigh spills from his lips when my tongue lashes out over the tip. The salty tang of his pre-cum spreads over my taste buds, and I lick him again for good measure, but his free hand grips my shoulder and pushes me to my back

“As much as I love your mouth on me,” he rasps, a little breathy, “we’re not gonna get very far if you keep doing that.”

He climbs over me, knees straddling me on either side, and my hands find his hips to steady him. One of his palms lands on my chest while the other wraps around my shaft, stroking it a few times before brushing my tip against his rim. And I want this.God,I fucking want this more thananything.

But the second there’s pressure from my dick starting to push inside, I tighten my grip on his hips to stop him from sinking down all the way.

My jaw tics, and Madden’s face contorts with confusion while looking down at me. But it softens in an instant before he releases me, slumps forward to rest his forehead against mine, and weaves his fingers into my hair.

“We don’t have to, baby,” he whispers, his breath fanning out over my lips.

A tidal wave of emotions wells inside me, creating a blockage in my throat that feels impossible to breathe around, let alone speak. But somehow, after a moment, I manage to find my voice again. Even if it is shredded and raw.

“I just don’t want to hurt you.”

As soon as the words leave my lips, I realize…I mean it in more ways than one.

“You won’t.” The fingers still in my hair start scraping against my scalp in slow, soothing motions. “You don’t have to worry about that. This isn’t my first rodeo.”

Despite knowing I’m not Madden’s first, the thought of someone else having him like this doesn’t sit well. But I shove the unwarranted tinge of jealousy away and focus on now, on being the one who gets to touch him like this and bring him to the brink of ecstasy.

“Is that the only thing you’re worried about?”

I nod, my head rolling against his with the motion as I swallow down my torment.

“Okay,” he whispers with a nod of his own.

His lips brush mine in a gentle kiss before shifting back into place. I go to sit up too, but his hand lands on my chest and holds me down against the mattress. There’s a little fire in his gaze when it meets mine, and hegives me the slightest shake of his head.

“Lie back. Relax. Let me take you for a ride.”

The way he says it, equal parts command and request, sets my every nerve ending ablaze.

I never know what to expect with him: if I’ll get the lawless aggressor who puts me in my place and edges me into oblivion…or the version of him looming over me now, sweet and gentle but still with that sexy confidence I can’t get enough of.