Page 43 of Playing Dirty (Leighton U #4)

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 whenever I play 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 than anything.

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 he gives 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.

His gaze stays locked with mine as he positions my cock against him again, and this time, when he goes to sink down, I don’t stop him.

My heart is racing, my lungs on fire, when his body starts to give way for mine and my tip breaches his rim slowly.

He lifts up and drops some more, inching his way down as the tight heat of his body engulfs my length.

A low groan leaves me with every tortuous little hip drop he makes, and I swear, he’s trying to kill me with pleasure before I’m even fully inside him.

It’s not until he’s seated to the hilt, his ass flush against my pelvis, that he stops and gives us both a moment to adjust. And, God, do I need it, because his ass has a vise-like grip on my cock unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

“Good for me to keep going?”

I nod, unable to form words while I breathe deeply through my nose. There’s a good chance that, if he starts moving, I’ll come on the spot. But if he stays still for another second, I might very well die from pure need.

“Words, Theo. I need words.”

“Move,” I grind out between gritted teeth.

He chuckles softly, but he lifts his hips again, slowly rising up until only the tip of my cock remains lodged inside him. And then he drops down again, moving quicker this time.

It pulls another tortured groan from me .

“Oh, fuck. Faster, Mads. Please,” I beg, not giving a damn about the neediness in my voice.

If anything, it’s the reason he gives me what I want, picking up the pace until the only sounds filling the room are our heavy pants and the slick collision of our bodies.

My hands tighten on his thighs when he drops down my length again, this time at a slightly different angle, and I know I’m not gonna last long. Hell, I’m surprised I’m still going with how snug and tight his ass is.

But damn. He rides my cock like it was made for him, his own leaking dick bobbing in front of him and slapping against his stomach with every thrust.

And I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.

I reach out for him, wrapping my palm around his cock and jacking him in time with his movements, his skin sliding through my hand with ease as I spread his pre-cum down the shaft.

My thumb works the nerve below his head on every upstroke, pulling little moans from him while he fucks himself on my cock.

“Shit, that’s perfect,” he pants, eyes locked with mine. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you,” I manage to croak out, though it’s gotta be the understatement of my life.

When was the last time I’d felt anything close to this?

In the darkest depths of my soul, I know everything—every one —else pales in comparison. I’ve never been so consumed that all I can do is sink into bliss. Give in to the mind-altering desire that’s as equally alluring as it is dangerous.

I throw my head back against the pillow, arching up into him every time he impales himself on my length, his movements bringing the lust welled inside me to new levels. To the point where I’m ready to beg and plead for it to spill over, sending me right over the edge with it.

“Fuck, baby. This is my favorite look on you yet,” he rasps, shaking his head. “Frayed at the edges, trying and failing to hold yourself together when all you want is to fall apart.”

Desire ignites in his eyes like a wildfire, matching the one I know is burning white-hot in my own when our gazes lock. They stay like that while he fucks me faster, rolling his hips in quick, deep thrusts before rising back up.

It’s torture. It’s bliss.

It’s everything that’s been missing in this growing thing between us. And now that I’ve experienced it? Fuck, I don’t know if I’ll be able to live without it again.

He’s frantic with the way he rides me now, every drop of his hips sending another wave of need and desire coursing through my body.

To the point where I can’t stop myself from grabbing his waist, driving up into him, meeting his movements thrust for thrust. But it’s still not enough, and I can’t take it anymore.

Sitting up, I wrap my arm around his lower back and quickly flip our position, all the while keeping myself buried deep inside him. The second his body collides with the mattress, I lose any sense of control I have left.

My hips take on a life of their own, pistoning and snapping into him with reckless abandon. Like chasing this climax is my reason for existence. Like this moment, here with him, is the only thing keeping me tethered to Earth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, his head thrown back in pleasure against the pillow while he strokes himself. “Right there, baby. Don’t stop.”

Not a chance in hell.

I tilt my hips, and the new angle has my head swiping over his prostate with each thrust. It draws out more pants and sighs from him while his hand moves in a blur over his shaft, frantically chasing his orgasm until he finally catches it.

His ass clamps down around me, tightening to the point where I can barely move inside him while cum spills from his cock.

The white liquid paints his stomach and chest, and combined with the way he’s pulsing around me, it sends me right over the edge too.

My own climax takes hold of me, and I come on a roar while burying my face into his shoulder.

Cum spurts from my cock, filling him as my hips start to stutter, only to freeze while buried inside him to the hilt.

I groan as his ass continues clamping down on me, drawing out my orgasm until there’s nothing left inside me.

My forehead rests in the crook of Madden’s neck, and I breathe in the spiced scent of his skin mixed with the salt from his sweat. I press a soft kiss there while my body quakes and quivers after being shot sky high, making it so I can barely hold my weight up over him.

Madden’s arms wrap around my waist, pulling my body down onto his, even when I attempt to keep myself hovering over him.

“I don’t want to crush you.”

“You won’t,” he mutters before holding me impossibly tighter. “I’m not some fragile thing you’re gonna break. I wanna feel you against me.”

All I can do is nod and lay another soft kiss against his collarbone.

We stay like that, my softening cock still half-lodged inside him, for God knows how long. It’s only when I start to catch a chill from the sweat cooling on my back that I finally move, pulling the rest of the way from his body.

He releases a long, drawn-out breath, and I instantly go on high alert.

Rolling to my side, I lean over him and search his face, looking for any signs that I might’ve gone too hard at the end and wound up hurting him after all.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it if I did, but I ask the question anyway.

“What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

His eyes find mine, and he shakes his head. “No, it’s just…” He trails off and lets out a little laugh. “I don’t know. Your messiness is starting to mess me up too.”

Shit.

It wasn’t what I was expecting him to say, but I feel guilty nonetheless.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

He reaches up, swiping away a piece of hair that’s fallen over my forehead, only to offer a soft smile…and two words that stop my fucking heart.

“I’m not.”