Page 56 of Playing Dirty (Leighton U #4)

Theo

Over the past few months, Madden has proven time and time again, he’s able to stun me speechless.

Steal every thought from my brain with his words or actions, leaving me incapable of doing anything but gaping at him in awe.

Maybe that’s why, when those words leave his mouth, the only thing I can do is drag him in for a kiss that says everything I’m feeling without actually voicing the words stuck in my mind.

Three words.

I’ve felt them for weeks, but now they scream in my mind while my tongue rolls and flicks against his. They’re crawling up my throat as I sink my fingers into the dark, silken strands of his hair. They threaten to burst from my chest, straight through my ribcage, as he pulls me tight against him.

So tight, I can feel his heartbeat as if it were my own.

As if it were calling out to mine.

I pull away, panting harshly against his mouth as a request falls from my lips with so much desire and need, it might very well be a plea.

“Madden, I want you.”

“You have me,” he replies immediately, and fuck it makes my goddamn heart soar.

Even if he’s misunderstanding what I meant.

“I mean…inside me.”

Equal parts lust and fear rise to the surface in his gaze, battling for dominance when he utters, “Right now?”

I nod, anticipation zipping through me like lightning. With all the prepping we’ve done—experiencing how good he can make me feel—I’ve never been more sure of anything. Never been more sure of him.

But from the way his brows remain knit together, he’s still not convinced.

“You’re sure you want your first time to be here? Like this?”

His clear hesitation is enough to give me pause too.

“Do you…not want to?” I ask, my gaze searching his face for the answer before he can even give one.

A wry chuckle slips out, and he shakes his head. “I’ve never wanted anything so much. But you deserve more than a quickie in a theatre.”

God, this man.

Why does he have to dismantle me every time he opens his mouth? Why does he have to shred my heart with little moments of gentleness and compassion?

I’m already in love with him. Yet he continues to give me reasons to fall even deeper.

The fingers still woven through his hair skim along his skull as I whisper, “I don’t care where it is as long as it’s with you. ”

His teeth scrape along his bottom lip, and he nods a couple times before a sinful, devious smirk slowly crosses his face.

“Well, I guess it’s lucky I do have lube. Otherwise you really would be waiting for me to fill your ass until we could get home.”

Yeah, there’s no way in hell I’d be able to make it until then.

I don’t know what it is about him, but I can never get enough.

Even after spending hours touching and tasting every inch of his body, I find myself still craving more.

Sometimes I wonder if I’d even be satiated by crawling inside his chest, tucking myself behind his ribs, and truly becoming part of him.

At this point, I doubt it.

Nothing will ever be enough. But maybe that’s exactly what love is.

Madden places a hard, bruising kiss to my lips before stepping back.

His fingers link with mine, pulling me with him until he drops into one of the seats on the aisle.

Lifting his hips, he pushes his jeans and underwear down to his ankles, and the second his cock springs free, my stomach clenches.

He’s already hard; the red, angry tip surrounded by a taut sheath of foreskin that makes my mouth water on sight.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll be coming down your throat instead.”

My dick twitches as another rush of desire courses down my spine at the warning in his tone. But I behave; the need to feel him inside me is too great to risk him following through on his threat.

After grabbing a lube packet from his wallet, he rips the foil with his teeth, keeping his eyes locked with mine the entire time. He’s quick to spread it down his shaft, coating it with the liquid while I work open my jeans.

“C’mere, baby. Right between my thighs,” he murmurs.

He shifts in the seat, tilting his knees apart so I can step into the space he’s made.

My fingers hook in my waistband, shoving both my jeans and underwear down just past my ass.

His hand is there as soon as I turn to face away from him, skimming over each globe with a whisper of a touch before pressing his palm against my lower back.

“Bend a little, lemme see—fuck, yes. Just like that,” he praises when I lean forward, exposing myself to him.

A few seconds later, he slides two lubed fingers around my crease, smearing my hole with the cool liquid before pressing one against the rim.

It slips inside me without much resistance, sliding in all the way to the knuckle.

My teeth sink into my lower lip to bite back a moan, but when a second finger quickly joins the first, I’m not able to contain my gasp of pleasure.

“Shh. You gotta be quiet.”

He’s thorough, taking his time coating me inside before pulling his fingers out and grabbing my hips instead.

I move on instinct, slowly dropping down so I’m positioned over him, the head of his cock brushing against my hole.

Anticipation wells inside me when he spreads my cheeks, sending zings and zaps through my extremities that intensify when I sink down slightly, just enough for the blunt head of his cock to slide inside.

A sharp gasp slips out as a burning sensation spreads through me. It steals my breath for a moment, despite all the prepping I’ve done, but Madden does his best to take my mind off it by whispering soft encouragement.

“That’s it. Go slow, take your time,” he murmurs. “There’s no rush. Grab the seat in front of you for leverage if you need it.”

His hands trace over my skin while I slowly lift and slide down more. The burn continues as I take more and more of his length, but it’s never painful. Never reaches the point where I wanna stop. If anything, it has the opposite effect, and I slide all the way down to his base.

“Fucking Christ,” he grinds out, his thighs quivering beneath me.

Or maybe it’s my legs threatening to give out as I adjust to his intrusion. It feels like a baseball bat’s been shoved up my ass, stealing my breath momentarily, but he takes the opportunity to massage my cheeks in his palms.

“Breathe, Theo. You’re doing so good.”

Fuck. His tender praise is gonna be the death of me before we even start.

And that’s before I glance over my shoulder, finding Madden’s eyes fixed on where the two of us are joined.

When his gaze lifts, the bronze of his irises are nearly consumed by black.

By lust and desire he’s still holding at bay.

“You’ve never looked better in your life than you do right now. We’ve never looked better.”

I start to relax, focusing on his touch and his soft murmurings rather than the burning stretch he’s giving me.

The pad of his finger brushes against my rim, tracing the edge of where his cock is impaling me, and it sends an electrical jolt down my spine.

I have half a mind to tell him to take a picture, wanting to see for myself, but I know there’s no time.

Gripping the seat in front of me, I slowly lift up, leaving just the head of his cock lodged inside me, before dropping back down again.

I keep the pace leisurely at first, finding a steady rhythm that draws soft moans from us both, and the burn begins melding with pleasure, forcing me to bite back a moan as I continuously move over his length.

“Slow, baby,” he urges, grabbing my hips to keep me from picking up speed. “I wanna take my time until you come apart at the seams.”

I shake my head. “We can save it for round two.”

He hums darkly, the sound sliding over my skin like silk. “Bold of you to assume this perfect ass won’t be absolutely fucking destroyed after this one. ”

Oh, hell.

Another little groan leaves him when I drop all the way down to the hilt, and his hold on my hips tightens.

I know I’m testing his resolve, but fuck if he’s not testing my tolerance for his version of slow. The need inside me is already rising to heights I’ve never experienced, and I don’t know how much more I can take before throwing all caution to the wind and riding him like there’s no tomorrow.

His hands on my waist, he starts guiding me in a rocking motion, still allowing me full control of the depth but forcing the pace to remain unhurried. And though it’s frustrating as hell at first, I understand why he’s doing it.

I can feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me like this. Each centimeter of movement sends tiny pulses of pleasure through me.

“You feel how tight you grip me? How smooth and easy I slide in and out of you? That’s because your ass was made for me.”

I know the feeling; it’s the same thought I have whenever I’m inside him.

And, God, just the thought of him fucking me the way I do him—hard and ruthlessly—has me ready to beg for it.

“Mads, I want more,” I pant, and when I glance back, I find his gaze already waiting for mine.

“Then take what you want, baby. I’m all yours.”

My teeth sink into my cheek as I start moving faster, letting instinct and need drive me. But it’s not enough. Even with Madden’s hips lifting in the tiniest of thrusts every time I drop lower on his length, I still want more. And it’s starting to fray my patience.

“I’m not some fragile thing you’re gonna break,” I tell him, echoing a sentiment he once told me.

Something inside him snaps, as if that’s all he needed to hear before unleashing the side of him I’ve been waiting for: the unabashed and greedy one .

He starts thrusting up into me each time I lower onto him, meeting me halfway, fucking me as much as I’m riding him. There’s nothing gentle about it now; it’s pure lust and desire fueling both our movements.