Page 52 of Playing Dirty
“Don’t worry about me. We’re gonna start with something you’ve alreadydone.” Smirking, I add, “Assuming you’ve had your dick sucked before.”
His eyes flare, both desire and barely-contained irritation lacing into his sharp, “Hilarious.”
I shoot him a grin before sliding farther down the bed, keeping myself positioned between his thighs as I lower my mouth to his cock. Lashing my tongue out over his tip, I lap up the pre-cum already beaded there. The salty tang bursts on my taste buds and causes my balls to seize with desire, and from the tortured groan leaving him, followed by a long, shuddered breath, he’s rather fond of it too.
Yeah, I’m gonna have way too much fun watching him come unglued at the seams.
“Rule number two,” I utter before licking his head again. “If you don’t like something, you tell me to stop. No questions asked.”
He barely has time to nod in agreement before I take him in my mouth and give his crown a gentle suck. His hands fly to my head, sinking into my hair, and he’s arching up for more instantly.
Fuck, he’s so responsive already, and when I roll my tongue around the head before sucking him again, he lets out a sharp hiss of pleasure.
Taking that as a good sign, I pull off him and run my tongue along the underside of his shaft before diving back in for more. Saliva coats him to the point he’s damn near dripping with it, but I’m too turned on to care about the mess I’m making. Gone is any hesitation or self-consciousness, allowing me to be as uninhibited as I want while lavishing his shaft with attention.
All I care about is making this good for him. Bringing him to the brink of ecstasy and watching as he falls into the abyss.
His fingers tighten in my hair with every slip and slide his cock makes over my tongue, and he starts rolling his hips upward. Gently at first, but the movements become more pronounced, sending him even deeper into my mouth with every suck and bob I make.
“Oh, my fucking God,” he rasps. “That feels so good.”
Oh, baby. You haven’t seen anything yet.
I hollow my cheeks the next time he thrusts, taking him to the hilt, his pelvis brushing against my nose. It has the desired effect, his grip nearly ripping the hair right out of my scalp, but the pain only spurs me on more.
I give him everything I’ve got, starting with quick bobs up and down while I jack him at the base, paired with hard sucks on the head. Then I take his full length all over again and swallow, my throat constricting around him.
Every little noise he makes, all the panting moans and soft sighs, creates a building need inside me too, swirling in my stomach and sending blood rushing to my cock. My hips grind into the mattress as I work him over, trying to alleviate some of the ache, but it only becomes more prominent when he starts leaking like crazy, his pre-cum coating my tongue. The taste of him is so goddamn alluring, it’s almost enough to send me over the edge all on its own.
Theo’s grip on my head could break diamonds, and I can tell he’s doing his best not to straight-up face-fuck me. I want it, though. I want him rough and needy and falling apart.
I want—
“I’m gonna…fuck, gonna come,” he manages on a choked moan, the exquisite sound filling the room.
Because that’s exactly what I want: his cum filling my mouth while I suck him dry.
Reaching my free hand between his thighs, I cup his balls, kneading them gently with my palm before traveling lower. His taint is slick with spit, and I press my thumb against the patch of skin, massaging him there at the same time I give him a final hard suck.
“Motherfucking hell,” he groans in pleasure.
His hips lift off the bed, sending his length deeper as he finds release. The hot spray of his cum hits my tongue and quickly floods my mouth, and I drink it down greedily while continuing to rub his taint. His thighs shudder and shake as they brush my shoulders, quaking with his climax before he finally slumps back to the mattress. It’s only when his fingers loosen in my hair and I feel his cock start to soften that I release him, giving one final lick to the head for good measure.
My own cock aches as I shift to a kneel; it’s primed and ready to explode when I pull it from my underwear, tucking the band beneath the base before I start stroking with quick, jerky movements.
Theo’s chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath, and shit, there’s something really hot about the way his attention’s fixated on my hand. Watching as I push myself to follow him over the edge.
“You’re uncut,” he murmurs, more to himself than to me. At least, that’s how it seems as he takes in my foreskin sliding back and forth over the tip with every stroke.
A little chuckle slips out, as it usually does when someone comments on it. It used to make me self-conscious when I was younger. Dressing in the locker rooms and those first few sexual experiences forced me to deal with the insecurity of being different from all the other guys.
But now? I couldn’t care less.
“I am, yeah.”
His gaze moves from my cock to my face and back again, and I wait for him to freak out—to leave and decide this is too much for him. But then he sits up, and I halt my movements entirely when I notice him reaching toward me.
“Can I…try something?”
