Page 37 of Playing Dirty (Leighton U #4)

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.

Cum spurts from my cock and coats his skin, mixing with his own release. His dick is still pulsing in my grip, and his body continues to quiver against mine as I slow my strokes. I don’t stop, though. Not until we’re both wrung dry and I can barely hold my weight up over him.

His gaze meets mine, and the green of his eyes is nearly non-existent from the endorphins overtaking his system when he whispers a rough, “Holy shit.”

Yeah, he can say that again.

I kiss him softly before collapsing to his side and rolling to my back so I don’t crush him with my weight.

The two of us lie there, panting and breathless, while we stare up at the ceiling.

I’m slick with sweat and my hand is still covered in cum and lube, but if there’s one thing I won’t slack on, it’s aftercare.

Which is why I start to sit up, ready to find something to clean him up with, when he grabs my wrist to stop me from leaving.

My gaze locks with his, and he shakes his head like he’s in a daze.

“I’ve never…” He trails off and laughs a little, clearly unable to formulate the rest of his thoughts.

I smirk knowingly. “Yeah. Next time you wanna bitch about me edging you, remember the full-body orgasm I just gave you.”

He blinks a few times, brows crashing together like he wants to argue with me. But the puzzle pieces are all there, fitting perfectly in place from my perspective. And from the way the lightbulb flicks on in his brain, he’s just realized it too.

Of course, me being right only serves to irritate him, if the annoyed glare he aims at me is anything to go on.

“I can’t fucking stand you sometimes,” he grumbles.

All thoughts of cleaning up are gone now, the statement causing my dick to twitch back to life. My refractory period is non-existent when it comes to him in general, but especially when he’s looking at me the way he is right now, all the while spouting off bullshit and blatant lies.

“Good.” A hellish smirk pulls at my lips, and I grab his hip to drag him toward me. “Now, come here, baby. I’m not done with you.”