Page 30 of Playing Dirty (Leighton U #4)

A slow smile creeps over his lips, and there’s a downright filthy glint in his eyes when he asks, “Do you trust me?”

The baseball that’s suddenly lodged itself in my throat takes a second for me to swallow down, and though all rational thought tells me I shouldn’t, I realize…

“Yeah, I do,” I whisper, all rough and gravelled.

For the briefest moment, his hazel eyes take on a softness, melting into a liquid bronze right in front of me.

Then his mouth lands on mine, stealing the air straight from my lungs.

One hand cups the side of my face, his thumb skating over my jaw in a whisper of a caress—the feeling so gentle, it’s almost phantom-like.

It grounds me in place, keeps me tethered to Earth while his tongue sweeps past my lips to tangle with mine until he pulls away again.

“And you’ll tell me if you want me to stop?”

The word “stop” has completely left my vocabulary, but I nod anyway before sealing my mouth back to his.

We’re reduced to our baser instincts with our lips melded together, becoming more unhinged with desire when his free hand slides between us.

He aligns our dicks side by side before his fist moves up and down our shafts with quick, succinct movements.

I lose myself in the feel of his cock gliding against mine, in the heat of his palm wrapped around us, and it doesn’t take long for my hips to start rolling into his touch.

But then he breaks our kiss, takes a half step back, and brings our tips together. The sensitive glans brushing one another while he slowly strokes up the length of my cock, then immediately down his in one smooth motion.

My eyes close, my head falling back against the tile behind me and hands gripping his biceps when a softer, different kind of heat envelops the head of my cock.

“Fuck, I’ve always wanted to try this,” Madden whispers.

I can firmly say I’ve never even thought about any of this, but damn if I’m not hooked the second I open my eyes and look down.

It takes a second for my brain to process what I’m seeing, but then my balls seize at the sight of his foreskin stretched to wrap around both our heads. It’s erotic as fuck, next-level sinful, seeing our bodies joined in a way I never thought possible.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, awestruck and painfully turned on.

Madden’s gaze lifts to my face. “This okay?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

He nods, his teeth sinking into his lower lip before he starts stroking us again, making a ring with his index finger and thumb and locking it in place just beneath my crown.

With most of his grip converging on that spot, the rest of his ink-covered hand glides over where we’re joined, and it takes everything I have not to fall apart in two seconds flat.

My fingers tighten around his arm, and I drop my head against the wall again, letting my hips arch forward into his palm.

Everything about this new sensation has me hyperaware of each stroke and thrust. Almost as if all the nerve endings in my dick have been shocked to life by the act of him cocooning my crown with his flesh.

But I truly have nothing to compare it to, because I’ve never felt anything like it before.

No hand or mouth or pussy has ever felt so smooth—so tight and seamless—around my cock.

And fuck, the feeling of his head rubbing against mine, slick with both our pre-cum leaking from our slits, is already driving me insane.

“Fucking Christ,” he mutters.

His free hand grabs my hip while the one curled around us picks up speed. Combined with the pressure he’s holding beneath my tip, bumping and brushing against the sensitive spot with every thrust he makes, I can already feel myself coming undone.

My body may as well have been lit on fire, and no amount of water pouring over us is enough to douse the flames. So I just ride out the blaze, my hips thrusting and tilting toward him.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last,” I rasp.

A breathy little laugh leaving him before he grinds out, “Fuck, me neither.”

When I open my eyes, I find his gaze fixated on my face, watching my reaction to the blissfully wicked way he’s torturing us. Because that’s what this is—torture and bliss, wrapped into every stroke.

The heat of his bare skin, the lust in his gaze, the water pouring over us, the tight sheath his foreskin creates around my cock…it’s all too much.

“God, Mads. Kiss me,” I plead.

Despite the request, I don’t wait for him to do it, grabbing the back of his neck and crashing his mouth to mine.

We’re the furthest thing from gentle, gnashing together in a frantic search for release.

My hips buck forward, my grip on his bicep bruising, and I’m overcome with a desperation I’ve never experienced before.

But then his teeth sink into my lower lip, hard enough for me to taste blood, and I’m sent skyrocketing into the stratosphere.

I whimper against his lips as I fall apart, my orgasm slamming through me like a wrecking ball. Cum bursts free from my cock, flooding the tight channel he’s created until it starts seeping out around his hand.

“Shit, that’s so hot,” Madden hisses, his cock pulsing against mine.

As if that’s all he needed to come unglued, his movements turn frenzied while he stokes himself over the edge.

A little moan slips out as his climax takes over, and more warm liquid fills the sleeve of skin pulled taut over our heads, mixing with my own release and leaking from the seam where we’re joined.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I pant, staring down at the white, sticky mess we’ve made.

My entire body slumps back against the shower wall, allowing it to bear most of my weight.

Madden follows suit, his forearm coming to rest on the tile above my shoulder and his forehead landing against mine.

We breathe in each other’s air, desperately trying to catch our breath and slow our racing hearts, but it’s difficult with the hot water still pouring down over us.

I blindly fumble for the handle, knocking it toward lukewarm, and take a long, steadying breath.

“Was that okay?” he asks, his voice raspy. “It wasn’t too much?”

Is he serious?

I blink a few times, because…did he not just experience that?

How in his right mind could he think it would ever be too much?

If anything, it wasn’t enough. I want more.

I don’t think an orgasm has ever left me at a loss for words before, but shit.

All I know is I’m a huge fan of everything we just did.

“I think we should’ve done that like…yesterday,” I ad mit once I can manage to string together my thoughts into a coherent sentence. Even still, my mind is reeling from everything about the encounter.

He pulls back, and there’s a moment where his gaze scrapes over my face, clearly measuring my words, before he finally relaxes the slightest bit.

“I just don’t want to push you too far.”

I frown, not feeling that way in the slightest. “Well, for the record, I’m willing to try most things at least once.”

I like to think I’m explorative and open when it comes to sex, and while everything about being with Madden is new simply because he’s a guy, it’s not gonna change that. If anything, it only adds to the list of possibilities I’d never considered before.

My gaze drops down to where the two of us are still joined, despite our cocks softening. Our cum leaks from where the seal isn’t tight anymore, dripping in strings to the tile floor before disappearing down the drain.

“Shit, is that what I’m missing all the time by being cut?”

Madden’s gentle laugh is muffled by my skin when he drops his head into the crook of my neck. “I mean, I wouldn’t know.”

“That was rhetorical.” A little chuckle slips out, and I shake my head. “Fuck. As if I needed another reason to hate my dad. But here we are, adding circumcision to the list.”

A long, low groan leaves him, and his forehead rolls over my shoulder when he shakes his head.

“Ugh. Can we not talk about parents or circumcision while my foreskin is still wrapped around your cock?”

I laugh some more and wrap my arms around the back of his neck.

“Whatever you want. Just promise me we can do that again really soon.”

“Yeah?” he asks, pulling back to meet my gaze.

“Absolutely. I’d be doing that shit every single day. I can’t believe you’ve never done that before.”

His tongue rolls along the inside of his cheek and he shrugs. “Guess I hadn’t found the right person to try it with.”

“Well, look no further,” I tell him, still grinning, and it has a hesitant little smile pulling at his own lips.

“Yeah. I’m starting to gather that.”