Page 24 of Playing Dirty (Leighton U #4)

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 make you feel 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 sound that 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 fucking smiles around 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.

His lips stay wrapped around me, taking only a couple inches of my length into his mouth while he jacks the base with measured strokes. And while it’s tentative and still relatively slow, it still feels absolutely amazing. Just the right amount of suction, the perfect tightness around my shaft.

And with how keyed up I am, I know I won’t need much to fall apart from his mouth around me.

“Keep going if you can,” I say, the words coming out in barely a whisper.

He listens, diving in to take a little more while my fingers scrape against his scalp, and I release a low moan.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” I utter, the praise and pet name coming out before I can reel them back in.

He doesn’t seem put off by either, though. In fact, they seem to spur him on to take even more of my length until he finds a sweet spot that’s comfortable for him.

And once he does? All the tentativeness and uncertainty vanish like a ghost.

His head bobs up and down over my length, taking a good mouthful while his hand pumps me around the base, only to switch it up and suck on the tip or swirl his tongue around it before taking me deeper again.

I’ll give credit where credit is due. For what he lacks in experience and finesse, he damn sure makes up for with enthusiasm.

He’s unabashed about it, letting spit drip down my shaft to join his hand, using it to stroke me, and making contented little moans around my cock.

That is, until he gets a little too overzealous, taking more than he can handle, and winds up choking.

He pulls off completely before he coughs a couple times, his eyes watering when he looks up at me.

My free hand reaches up, wiping away the few tears that fall.

“Deep throating can wait for another time. What you’re doing feels fucking perfect, I promise.”

“Yeah, okay. Good plan.”

He nods a couple times before taking a breath and diving back in. But it’s no more than a minute later that I’ve reached my breaking point, and I can’t stop my hips from making shallow little thrusts into his mouth.

One hand leaves his hair to cover the one he has wrapped around my base, helping him stroke me a little faster. It causes his gaze to lift, and God, I almost come undone on the spot when those green eyes lock with mine while my cock disappears between his lips.

“I’m close,” I warn in a harsh pant. “So you better stop if you don’t want a mouthful of cum.”

There’s a flash of heat in his eyes, but he releases me, allowing me to take over completely.

The sight of my cock glistening with his spit unravels something inside me, alters my brain chemistry and rewires it on the spot. And paired with his heaving chest, those swollen, red lips, and fiery eyes sitting inches away, I’m lost to the abyss.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I hiss.

My teeth sink into my lower lip as my climax finds me, cum spilling from my cock.

It lands on his chest in thick, white ropes, contrasting against his tanned skin.

It wasn’t my intention to mark him, but as I work myself through the orgasm, I can’t stop myself from painting him with my release until I’m completely spent.

I slump back on my heels and catch my breath, the two of us eye to eye now. I hadn’t noticed before, but a few drops of cum accidentally landed on his chin, and I instinctively reach out to wipe it away.

“Shit, that’s my bad,” I murmur before my gaze drops to his chest, where more of my cum clings to him. “That too.”

“It’s all good,” he says, and I can hear his smile before I lift my gaze to see it.

“Yeah?”

He shrugs. “I mean, I wasn’t expecting it, but it was really hot.”

Good to know.

“Well, either way, let me grab something to clean you up.”

I pull my underwear back into place and get up to find something to do the trick, ending up using the shirt I was wearing earlier since it’s near the foot of the bed.

Theo’s gaze is a laser on my back as I grab it, and it continues mapping my body long after I’ve dropped beside him on the bed again.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be uncut,” he murmurs.

“Yeah, I gathered that,” I say with a laugh. My gaze locks with his as I wipe the cum from his chest, and I offer, “I guess it’s not the norm, is it?”

His mouth opens to respond before he closes it again and frowns. “I wouldn’t really know, I guess. Haven’t paid that much attention to other guys’ dicks before now.”

I’m happy for him to get very acquainted with mine, but I choose to keep the comment to myself.

Mostly out of self-preservation, should he decide this was enough experimenting for him.

I hate even thinking about that as a possibility, though I know it’s the most likely one.

After all, I’ve been the guinea pig for enough straight guys to experiment on for a night to know better than to get my hopes up.

I feel his gaze lingering on my face while I finish cleaning my cum off him, but I don’t lift my eyes to meet it until I’ve finished.

His mouth is right there, only inches away for me to steal another kiss, but I don’t give in to the urge. Instead, I rise off the bed and toss the cum-covered shirt in my dirty hamper and then grab my discarded sweats from the floor.

Theo slips into his clothes too, and I expect this to be the moment he makes a break for it; running like his life depends on it. Yet, all he does is drop down at the end of my bed and run a hand through his hair.

There’s a little war in his eyes as he looks up at me hesitantly, and I realize maybe this is the moment I was waiting for. The one where everything crashes down around us. He just doesn’t know how to navigate it.

“Let me guess,” I murmur, cocking my head. “You’re looking for an exit strategy without trying to be a dick.”

“I told you I wouldn’t,” he says, brows knitting together .

My lips twitch into a cynical smile. “You’ll have to forgive me for not taking your words at face value.”

“Yeah, I can’t really blame you. I just…” His teeth sink into his lower lip, and he shakes his head before meeting my gaze again. “I really wish it didn’t have to be you.”

My attention drags over his face, catching on the strands of hair that still stick up haphazardly from his fidgeting, and a small hint of empathy hits me when I realize what the real issue is here. Or what I think it is.

He’s lost control over almost every aspect of his life right now.

His dad’s affair coming to light, his parents ripping each other to shreds in court, then gaining two brand new family members all within a year is…a lot. But to add an evolving sexuality on top of it, and for it to be me that made him realize it, no less?

I’m surprised he’s hanging on to his sanity at this point.

“When it rains, it pours, right?” I offer lightly in an attempt to brighten the mood.

Locking his gaze with mine, the smallest smile hints at the corner of his lips. “Buckets of cum, apparently.”

We both share a soft laugh, a bit of the tension and heaviness alleviating before silence fills the air around us. But for once, it’s not uncomfortable. It’s just us existing in peace, and no matter what happens, I hope it’s something we can hold on to.

“I should probably get going, though,” he says softly. “There’s a good chance one of the guys already put an APB out on me.”

“Yeah, all good.”

His eyes shift back and forth between mine before he murmurs, “I’m not gonna run again.”

“Okay,” I whisper back .

Because I want to believe him, I really do.

With that, he rises from the bed, and I follow him into the hall to walk him out, not bothering to put on a shirt. But as we reach the mouth of the living room, I realize too late that the television is on, which it wasn’t an hour ago when Theo showed up here.

And if that’s the case, then—

“Mads, hey. Are you done fu—”

Miles’s voice cuts off when his head pops up over the back of the couch, gaze darting between me and Theo in shock. And, to make matters worse, Torin’s head appears a second later, leaving the four of us all staring at each other like a bunch of deer in headlights.

Fuck me so fucking hard.

Theo clears his throat, his face taking on a tinge of pink as he continues toward the door at a much faster pace than before. I can still feel my friends watching the two of us from over the back of the couch, but I ignore it and grab Theo’s wrist as he reaches the front door.

“I didn’t know they’d be here,” I mutter under my breath.

“I know. It’s fine,” he whispers. His free hand lands over mine, and he slowly pulls his wrist free from my grip. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

Swallowing hard, I nod and let him go without trying to stop him again.

Of course, as soon as the front door closes behind Theo and I turn to face the music, I wish I would’ve bolted right along with him.

Torin points at the door, looking between me and it and back again. “Was that…?”

Miles—for once in his life—looks stunned speechless when he slowly murmurs, “I think it was.”

I don’t even bother responding, just flip them both the bird before heading right back down the hall to my room.