Page 125 of Playing Dirty
“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 thespace 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 theopposite 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’sbeforeI 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’venever 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 insidehim.
