Page 94 of Playing Dirty
Fuck, he’s adorable.
I rise from the couch, pulling him to stand with me, and together, we head down the hall. A quick detour is made at the bathroom, where he offers a spare toothbrush and we both brush our teeth before we wind up closed in his room.
The only light comes from the street lamp outside, beams streaking through the curtains just enough to illuminate his form while he strips down to his underwear. His movements are a little clumsy from his sleepy state, and I smile to myself while watching him climb into bed with far less grace than a D1 athlete should have.
I quickly follow suit, tossing my clothes aside and sliding in beside him. Madden’s arm is there instantly, wrapping around my waist and tugging me to him until my shoulder is nestled against his chest. I slip my bicep beneath his pillow so he can snuggle in closer, his entire torso now pressed into my side while his arm remains slung over my stomach.
Every atom and molecule of my being is lit on fire from the contact, and though it’s far from the first time we’ve shared a bed—even since hooking up the first time—I’m wound tight with equal parts contentment and guilt.
In the weeks since Vermont, I’ve resigned myself to this—to wanting him the way I do, no matter the countless reasons I shouldn’t. By some miracle, I’m able to push them all to the recesses of my mind, allowing this uninhibited, forbidden desire to fill the space instead, but it doesn’t make them disappear entirely. I’m still completely aware of just how messy things have become by giving in to this attraction, and I can’t help but think it’ll only get worse if we continue down this path.
It’s just not enough to make me wanna stop.
If anything, it makes me want him more. For as long as I possibly can have him, enjoying every stolen moment, kiss, and touch before they’re gone.
Oblivious to my introspection, a sleepy Madden buries his face into my hair, nuzzling against me like a cat does when it’s being pet. Then he takes a long, deep breath, his nose buried in the strands right behind my ear.
My lips twitch, and I can’t keep the amusement from my voice when I utter, “Did you just smell me?”
“Can you blame me? You always smell so good,” he murmurs before pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “Like musk and trees or something.”
This time, I really do let out a soft chuckle before turning to kiss whatever part of his face is nearest mine. I think it’s his forehead, maybe a temple, but I can’t be sure in the darkness.
All he does is hum and nuzzle in some more, holding me tightly against him. Almost as if he thinks letting me go will give me the chance to sneak out and go home. But he doesn’t need to worry about that; nothing short of a nuclear explosion could get me out of his bed—or his arms—right now.
“I’m really glad you came tonight,” he tells me in a whisper. “I know it might be silly, but…it means a lot.”
The gentleness and gratitude in his voice have a vise clamping around my lungs, making it hard to breathe. To the point where I can barely choke out a graveled response.
“I’m glad I did too.”
He presses another kiss to my hair while the inked hand slung over my waist slowly traces up my side, from my hip all the way to the bulk of my ribcage. Then his lips move to the spot below my ear at the same time his palm slides over my chest, not stopping until the webbing between his thumb and index finger reaches the base of my throat.
My dick stirs behind my underwear when his thumb pushes my jawto the side, giving his mouth better access to my neck to lay down another kiss. This one sends a bolt of lust straight to my balls, and I draw in a deep, steadying breath.
“I thought we were going to—”
He turns my head to face him, his lips finding mine in the darkness, and just like that, all thoughts of sleep are gone. The only thing I can focus on is him. The gentle way his mouth molds to mine. The smooth, hard planes of muscle and skin pressing into me. The faint hint of toothpaste on his tongue when it sweeps past my lips, flicking and teasing to deepen the kiss.
He shifts, rolling half on top of me while sliding his hand to the side of my face. His thumb runs along the line of my jaw, and while the touch is feather-light, it still has a grounding effect. Keeping me locked in the moment where the two of us are the only things in existence.
A contented sigh slips from my lips, something like a mewl, and Madden swallows it down greedily before sliding a knee between my thighs. I’m achingly hard already when his hips drop to mine, and the feel of his erection pressed against my pelvis has me moaning into his mouth once more.
He does it again and again, slowly tormenting us both with delicious friction behind our underwear while his lips and tongue feverishly explore my mouth. It’s enough to drive me wild with need, reducing me to my baser self.
My hands skim over his chest before wrapping around the sides of his neck, keeping him locked in place while we devour each other some more. But he breaks away and brings his forehead to rest on mine, breathing in each other’s air. A few slivers of light from the street lamp slice through the curtain, illuminating the room just enough for me to see the tension in his jaw and the way his throat works to swallow.
“What’s wrong? What are you thinking?”
His head pulls away, and his gaze traces over my face briefly beforehe responds.
“I’m wondering how far you’re wanting to go tonight.”
I frown for a moment, because over the past weeks, we’ve gotten extremely familiar with each other. Rimming, blow jobs, prostate massages, and more. I mean, the only thing we haven’t—
Oh.
Oh.
