Page 96 of Playing Dirty
His gaze stays locked with mine as he positions my cock against him again, and this time, when he goes to sink down, I don’t stop him.
My heart is racing, my lungs on fire, when his body starts to give way for mine and my tip breaches his rim slowly. He lifts up and drops some more, inching his way down as the tight heat of his body engulfs my length. A low groan leaves me with every tortuous little hip drop he makes, and I swear, he’s trying to kill me with pleasure before I’m even fully inside him.
It’s not until he’s seated to the hilt, his ass flush against my pelvis, that he stops and gives us both a moment to adjust. And, God, do I need it, because his ass has a vise-like grip on my cock unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
“Good for me to keep going?”
I nod, unable to form words while I breathe deeply through my nose. There’s a good chance that, if he starts moving, I’ll come on the spot. But if he stays still for another second, I might very well die from pure need.
“Words, Theo. I need words.”
“Move,” I grind out between gritted teeth.
He chuckles softly, but he lifts his hips again, slowly rising up until only the tip of my cock remains lodged inside him. And then he drops down again, moving quicker this time.
It pulls another tortured groan from me.
“Oh, fuck. Faster, Mads. Please,” I beg, not giving a damn about the neediness in my voice.
If anything, it’s the reason he gives me what I want, picking up the pace until the only sounds filling the room are our heavy pants and the slick collision of our bodies.
My hands tighten on his thighs when he drops down my length again, this time at a slightly different angle, and I know I’m not gonna last long. Hell, I’m surprised I’m still going with how snug and tight his ass is.
But damn. He rides my cock like it was made for him, his own leaking dick bobbing in front of him and slapping against his stomach with every thrust.
And I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.
I reach out for him, wrapping my palm around his cock and jacking him in time with his movements, his skin sliding through my hand with ease as I spread his pre-cum down the shaft. My thumb works the nerve below his head on every upstroke, pulling little moans from him while he fucks himself on my cock.
“Shit, that’s perfect,” he pants, eyes locked with mine. “You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you,” I manage to croak out, though it’s gotta be the understatement of my life.
When was the last time I’d felt anything close to this?
In the darkest depths of my soul, I know everything—everyone—else pales in comparison. I’ve never been so consumed that all I can do is sink into bliss. Give in to the mind-altering desire that’s as equally alluring as it is dangerous.
I throw my head back against the pillow, arching up into him every time he impales himself on my length, his movements bringing the lust welled inside me to new levels. To the point where I’mready to beg and plead for it to spill over, sending me right over the edge with it.
“Fuck, baby. This is my favorite look on you yet,” he rasps, shaking his head. “Frayed at the edges, trying and failing to hold yourself together when all you want is to fall apart.”
Desire ignites in his eyes like a wildfire, matching the one I know is burning white-hot in my own when our gazes lock. They stay like that while he fucks me faster, rolling his hips in quick, deep thrusts before rising back up.
It’s torture. It’s bliss.
It’s everything that’s been missing in this growing thing between us. And now that I’ve experienced it? Fuck, I don’t know if I’ll be able to live without it again.
He’s frantic with the way he rides me now, every drop of his hips sending another wave of need and desire coursing through my body. To the point where I can’t stop myself from grabbing his waist, driving up into him, meeting his movements thrust for thrust. But it’s still not enough, and I can’t take it anymore.
Sitting up, I wrap my arm around his lower back and quickly flip our position, all the while keeping myself buried deep inside him. The second his body collides with the mattress, I lose any sense of control I have left.
My hips take on a life of their own, pistoning and snapping into him with reckless abandon. Like chasing this climax is my reason for existence. Like this moment, here with him, is the only thing keeping me tethered to Earth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, his head thrown back in pleasure against the pillow while he strokes himself. “Right there, baby. Don’t stop.”
Not a chance in hell.
I tilt my hips, and the new angle has my head swiping over his prostate with each thrust. It draws out more pants and sighs from him while hishand moves in a blur over his shaft, frantically chasing his orgasm until he finally catches it. His ass clamps down around me, tightening to the point where I can barely move inside him while cum spills from his cock. The white liquid paints his stomach and chest, and combined with the way he’s pulsing around me, it sends me right over the edge too.
