Page 80 of Playing Dirty
“I do. Just not as serious as making you fall apart beneath me.”
My hand sneaks under his shirt, finding warm skin and toned muscle waiting for me beneath the hem. Taking my time, I let my fingers foxtrot over the ridges and valleys created by his abs before sliding down to the waistband of his jeans.
Quickly flicking open the button and sliding down the zipper, I slip my hand beneath the elastic band of his underwear. His breath hitches when my palm wraps around the hard, smooth flesh of his cock, and I cast a dark grin his way while giving him a few long, slow strokes. A soft moan of pleasure greets my ears as I keep touching him, rolling my own aching length against his hip for some relief.
I’ll never grow tired of this—the weight of him in my palm, the soft sighs that leave his lips when he’s enjoying what I’m doing. The way he arches into my touch when he needs more, like he is right now. But rather than give him what he wants, I squeeze the base of his cock enough that he gasps from the pain.
“Fuck, what are you doing?”
I let out a little hum while gradually releasing the pressure of my grip. He’s leaking like crazy, and a mixture of a hiss and groan fills the room when I start rubbing my thumb along the bundle of nerves beneath his crown teasingly.
“My plan was to make you come in your pants and then fuck your facefor good measure.”
“Was?” he pants.
I nod, keeping my gaze locked on his face. On those eyes, wild with desire and need for the kind of release only I can give him.
“Then what’s the plan now?”
I have no clue. Not when he’s right here—in my space, my arms, my fucking veins—stealing my ability to think.
My attention drops to his lips. “I’m winging it.”
Dragging his mouth to mine, I kiss him with equal parts passion and fury. Because, while I might not be mad at him for ditching me or running around my campus with his team, his goading has definitely gotten under my skin.
And I have every intention of making him wish he’d kept his delectable mouth shut.
Spearing my tongue between his lips, I pillage his mouth, taking no prisoners in this battle we’ve begun to wage on one another. The hand still wrapped around his cock rolls over the tip before stroking down his shaft, jacking faster from root to tip.
I keep up that pace, building up his need and desire, and I don’t stop until he’s moaning into my lips, dick twitching in my palm while his hips arch into my touch for more.
It’s only then that I break away and whisper a rough growl against his lips.
“Get on your fucking knees.”
His nostrils flare, but the lust coursing through him wins out, because he slowly sinks to the floor in front of me.
God, he’s a sight; waiting on his knees, his cock pulled half out of his jeans. The red tip is glossy with pre-cum, matching his kiss-swollen lips, and those disarming eyes glare up at me, anticipating another command hemay very well ignore.
I keep my eyes locked with his as I quickly undo my belt and zipper just enough to pull my dick out. His gaze drops the moment it’s free, licking his lips like he wants nothing more than to devour me on the spot.
“Hungry for my cock, hmm?” I murmur.
Fisting my base, I brush the head over his lips teasingly, but the shithead one-ups me when his tongue darts out, lashing against my tip.
I hiss in both desire and frustration before muttering, “Open. Tongue out.”
There’s a tiny hint of a smirk before he does as I ask, and his obedience sends another jolt of desire to my balls. I glide my length into his mouth a few times before pausing to slap the tip against the flat of his tongue.
His own dick twitches between his thighs, and I smirk, doing it a couple more times, only to get the same result. He may not like to admit it, but I know it turns him on when I get rough and demanding, and it makes me wanna do it more. Especially if it means bringing out the side of him that loves to fight back.
“That’s it. Now lemme feel that mouth.”
The hand not wrapped around my base cradles the back of his skull, and I slowly start to roll my hips forward, my dick sliding between his lips with ease. His palms slip around the back of my thighs, holding on there while he lets me control the pace. He’s by no means a deep-throating pro, but he’s learned to take most of my length now, either pulling off or tapping out when it becomes too much. But from the rebellious gleam in his eyes as he stares up at me, he has no intention of doing either tonight.
I can feel myself getting close far quicker than I’d like, my need building low in my stomach as I start fucking his mouth faster. His eyes start to water, and he moans around my shaft, the vibration sending another zap of desire to my balls.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” I grind out. “Lips stretched around my cock and tears in your eyes. So fucking wrecked for me.”
