Page 82 of Playing Dirty
There’s a beat of hesitation before he growls out, “Do your fucking worst.”
I grin as my hand comes down on his ass once more, but this time, he’s expecting it and manages to bite back his moan. But I still catch the way his ass clenches around the plug when our skin collides, and it has my cock pulsing between my legs.
“God, I can’t wait to feel you clamping around me like a vise one day,” I murmur, more to myself than him. “I already know you’re gonna feel like fucking heaven.”
Slipping my fingers down his crease, I grab beneath the base with two knuckles and give it another soft tug.
“Bear down. I wanna take this out and see how stretched out you are for me.”
He does as I ask, pushing at the same time I gently pull the plug free from his ass. I realize it’s only a training plug as I toss it aside on the bed, but I don’t linger on it long, because my gaze fixates on the tight little rim spread out before me.
I don’t even think twice before sliding down the bed, pressing a few kisses to his red cheek before swiping the flat of my tongue over the bud.
His hips jerk forward at the contact, but I grab his thighs to keep him from getting far.
“Fucking Christ, Mads,” he half-hisses, half-groans.
At first, I’m worried it’s too much. But then he’s pushing back, clearly looking for more, and I can’t stop myself from chuckling before licking him again. There’s a faint taste of the lube he used, but it doesn’t stop me from lapping at him a third time, then swirling the tip of my tongue around the tight ring.
He groans with every wicked lash I give him, arching back toward me as he fists the comforter.
Gathering saliva on my tongue, I lean forward and slowly let a string of spit fall onto his hole. The puckered rim clenches, and I do it again before spreading it with my fingers. My thumb presses firmly against his taint before I slowly sink one long finger inside him.
“Ah, hell,” he hisses, his ass clamping around the digit.
He’s so tight, even with the stretching from the plug, and I grind my hips against the mattress to alleviate some of the need growing inside me.
Little pants and moans leave him as I work him open, and it doesn’t take more than a couple slow thrusts in and out before he starts moving with me. He fucks himself on my finger until my knuckles brush againsthis cheeks, and I press another kiss to his skin.
“Fuck, Madden,” he pants, “I want more.”
Before I even have the chance to respond, I catch him reaching between his legs, clearly going to stroke himself. But that simply won’t do, and my free hand collides with his ass cheek again, causing him to stop.
“Hands on the bed. No touching unless I say so.”
He shoots me another glare, but his eyes quickly roll back in his head when I swirl a second finger around the edge of his rim before pressing it inside to join the first. It elicits another groan of pleasure, only growing louder when I scissor them to give him even more of a stretch.
“That’s it,” I praise before sinking my teeth into the taut muscle of his ass. “Let everyone in this house know just how good it feels to be fucked by a Falcon.”
I’m nowhere close to gentle as I start thrusting my fingers into him, curling them on the up stroke so the tips of them brush over the little pleasure button inside him. His moan is downright filthy, sending shockwaves and vibrations straight to my dick as he clenches around me some more. I keep swiping over it, loving the noises he makes, the way his body begs for more. It’s enough to have me grinding my own hips into the mattress, seeking some relief for—
“Shit, I think I’m gonna come,” he pants, the words coming out rushed and frantic.
I pull from his body instantly and press a kiss to his red, heated cheek. A disgruntled groan leaves him as I roll him to his back, and there’s the tiniest gleam of annoyance in his gaze when it meets mine.
“Why’d you stop?” he practically whines.
“You said I should do my worst,” I remind him, arching a brow. “So what makes you think you deserve to come already?”
It takes a moment for him to process, and I know the second he realizes he made a mistake by challenging me tonight. But it’s too little, too late for him, and I shoot him a hellish grin before grabbing the lube from his nightstand. Dousing his cock with the liquid, I drop onto one elbow, my body half on top of his, and start stroking him with fervor. My lips and tongue trace over his neck and jaw, driving him wild to the point he’s gripping and clawing at my shoulders while I rock my own aching length against his hip.
I lick and kiss from his collarbone all the way back to his lips, but he turns away before I can claim them. At first, I think it’s because of where my mouth’s been. But then I catch the combative glint in his eyes, and I know he’s doing his best to punish me as much as I am him right now.
A theory further proven when he hisses, “I’ve had enough of the teasing.”
“Mmm, but that’s the best part,” I muse, my tongue teasing along the veins of his throat. “Building you up to the peak, only to let you slide back down the slope.”
“Edging wasn’t part of the deal,” he snaps, his temper finally getting the best of him.
