Page 69 of Playing Dirty
I laugh some more and wrap my arms around the back of his neck.
“Whatever you want. Just promise me we can do that againreallysoon.”
“Yeah?” he asks, pulling back to meet my gaze.
“Absolutely. I’d be doing that shit every single day. I can’t believeyou’ve never done that before.”
His tongue rolls along the inside of his cheek and he shrugs. “Guess I hadn’t found the right person to try it with.”
“Well, look no further,” I tell him, still grinning, and it has a hesitant little smile pulling at his own lips.
“Yeah. I’m starting to gather that.”
Nineteen
Madden
February
“You said you weren’t gonna be a distraction.”
My hand stills from where it slipped beneath the hem of Theo’s shirt a few minutes ago, having been tracing lazy patterns over his back while he reads articles on his laptop for class.
I hadn’t even realized I was doing it, touching him becoming something of a habit over the past few weeks. Maybe even the highlight of my day, apart from the hours I spend with a glove on or my bat in hand, and with preseason games starting this weekend, I’m looking to soak up as many stolen moments with him as I can.
Which apparently includes lying on his bed with him while he studies.
Running back and forth across town has been hell on my sleep schedule these past couple weeks—and yeah, I could definitely do without sneaking through his damn window every time I come over—but I can’tlie and say it’s not worth it.
But he does have a point; I promised not to distract him.
In fact, I should be doing my own class reading right now since I skipped out on my study session to be here tonight. Which is why I pull my hand from his shirt, intending to grab my backpack from the floor and set to work too.
“That wasn’t me telling you to stop,” he says with a laugh. Closing the screen of his laptop, he shoves it to the side and rolls to his side to face me. “I was just making an observation.”
I slump back against his mattress and roll my eyes. “An observation. Right.”
“Hey, you’re the one out here breaking promises, not me.”
His smug smirk is as annoying as it is alluring, and I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and wiping it clean off his face with a kiss. Of course, the second my lips land on his, it’s game over for any hope of studying.
I roll him to his back, my forearms bracketing his head as I kiss him deeper. His hands slide up my chest and curl around the back of my neck, locking me in place while our tongues tangle together. It takes all my strength not to start rocking into him, grinding my dick against his until we’re both hard and ready to forget studying entirely. But somehow, I find the strength to break away, my breathing coming out in harsh pants as I stare down at his kiss-swollen lips.
Of course, my mind is still clearly on hooking up, because the next words that slip out are a shock to him as much as they are to me.
“How do you feel about bottoming?”
He blinks the post-kiss haze out of his eyes before shaking his head. “We’re not having sex right now.”
“That wasn’t meant to be a leading question,” I say with a laugh. “I was just curious.”
There’s a dubious, yet teasing, lilt to his tone when he says, “Yeah. Curious because you wanna fuck me.”
I mean, the answer to that is obviously a yes.
With all the exploring we’ve done together, neither of us have pushed to go farther than third base. We’ve mixed it up quite a bit within that, though: lots of blow jobs and some makeout sessions with frotting and docking mixed in. He even gathered up the courage to slip a couple fingers inside me while giving me head earlier this week, which was equally unexpected and hot as hell.
But the topic of anal was bound to come up eventually, and since it popped in my head, may as well make it right now.
