Page 67 of Playing Dirty
The smallest moan leaves me when he takes my cock in his fist and starts rolling his thumb over the bundle of nerves beneath the crown.
His lips curve with a hint of a smile; a complete juxtaposition from the way he’s staring at me like I’m his next meal.
“Fuck,” he growls, the singular word coming out far more seductive than it should. Or maybe it’s the words that fall from his lips next that do the trick. “I love watching you like this. Seeing how turned on you get when I’m barely touching you.”
I melt into goo any time he touches me, and I’d probably be embarrassed by it if I wasn’t so desperate to touch him. Taste him. Learn every inch of his body to the point where it may as well be my own.
And I know exactly what part of him I want first.
My attention lands on his cock, focusing on the foreskin starting to retract over the head now that he’s hard. I reach for him without hesitation, wrapping my palm around his length and jacking it slowly. He glides through my palm so easily, the loose skin now taut around his shaft, slidingup and down with every stroke I make.
It’s mesmerizing to watch, not to mention ridiculously hot.
My thumb runs along the underside of his cock, right where his foreskin covers the head, before putting pressure there like he did to me. It draws a sexy little moan from him, and when I glance up, I find his teeth sinking into his lower lip.
“What does it feel like?” I whisper, more to myself than anything.
“Do you wanna find out?”
Another zap of lust hits me in the abdomen.“What do you mean?”
A slow smile creeps over his lips, and there’s a downright filthy glint in his eyes when he asks, “Do you trust me?”
The baseball that’s suddenly lodged itself in my throat takes a second for me to swallow down, and though all rational thought tells me I shouldn’t, I realize…
“Yeah, I do,” I whisper, all rough and gravelled.
For the briefest moment, his hazel eyes take on a softness, melting into a liquid bronze right in front of me.
Then his mouth lands on mine, stealing the air straight from my lungs. One hand cups the side of my face, his thumb skating over my jaw in a whisper of a caress—the feeling so gentle, it’s almost phantom-like. It grounds me in place, keeps me tethered to Earth while his tongue sweeps past my lips to tangle with mine until he pulls away again.
“And you’ll tell me if you want me to stop?”
The word “stop” has completely left my vocabulary, but I nod anyway before sealing my mouth back to his.
We’re reduced to our baser instincts with our lips melded together, becoming more unhinged with desire when his free hand slides between us. He aligns our dicks side by side before his fist moves up and down ourshafts with quick, succinct movements. I lose myself in the feel of his cock gliding against mine, in the heat of his palm wrapped around us, and it doesn’t take long for my hips to start rolling into his touch.
But then he breaks our kiss, takes a half step back, and brings our tips together. The sensitive glans brushing one another while he slowly strokes up the length of my cock, then immediately down his in one smooth motion.
My eyes close, my head falling back against the tile behind me and hands gripping his biceps when a softer, different kind of heat envelops the head of my cock.
“Fuck, I’ve always wanted to try this,” Madden whispers.
I can firmly say I’ve never even thought aboutanyof this, but damn if I’m not hooked the second I open my eyes and look down.
It takes a second for my brain to process what I’m seeing, but then my balls seize at the sight of his foreskin stretched to wrap around both our heads. It’s erotic as fuck, next-level sinful, seeing our bodies joined in a way I never thought possible.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, awestruck and painfully turned on.
Madden’s gaze lifts to my face. “This okay?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
He nods, his teeth sinking into his lower lip before he starts stroking us again, making a ring with his index finger and thumb and locking it in place just beneath my crown. With most of his grip converging on that spot, the rest of his ink-covered hand glides over where we’re joined, and it takes everything I have not to fall apart in two seconds flat.
My fingers tighten around his arm, and I drop my head against the wall again, letting my hips arch forward into his palm. Everything about this new sensation has me hyperaware of each stroke and thrust. Almost as if all the nerve endings in my dick have been shocked to life by the actof him cocooning my crown with his flesh.
But I truly have nothing to compare it to, because I’ve never felt anything like it before. No hand or mouth or pussy has ever felt so smooth—so tight and seamless—around my cock. And fuck, the feeling of his head rubbing against mine, slick with both our pre-cum leaking from our slits, is already driving me insane.
