Page 124 of Playing to Win

AFEWMINUTESlater, Andrew was almost wishing he’d accepted Colin’s offer. But he could do this, he told himself as he got into position. He could.

“Nice and slow, okay?” Colin said. “It’s been a wee while for me, as you know fine.”

“I know.” Bracing one hand on Colin’s back, Andrew smiled at this offhand declaration of their fidelity. “How’s that?”

“Erm…” Colin shifted a bit. “There. Now, just press but don’t push. If that makes sense.”

“It does.” He waited, the tip of his cock poised against Colin’s opening, until he felt it relax, drawing him in. “Oh my God, it worked!”

Colin chuckled. “Aye, it did. But just stay there and let me get used to it. I’m not quite as, erm, receptive as you are.”

“Right. Okay.” Keeping his hips still, Andrew planted his hands on the bed for stability. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Colin said nothing for a long moment, then whispered, “I know you don’t.”

As Colin slowly drew him in, Andrew closed his eyes, in awe of the trust he’d been granted, today of all days.

Their progress paused when Andrew reached Colin’s second inner threshold. He bit his lip at the resistance, knowing what it was like for himself if someone pushed past when he wasn’t completely relaxed. The pain could be gut-rippling (though it usually gave way to pleasure). Colin had had enough pain these last hours.

He dipped his head and brushed his lips against the back of Colin’s shoulder blade, hoping to convey everything he felt with one simple gesture.

Colin sighed, and just like that, his body took Andrew all the way inside, deep and hot and tight. Andrew moaned at the sensation of being completely enveloped, and at the touch of his skin against Colin’s, down where it was warmest.

“Aye…” Colin breathed. “That’s good. That’s so good.” He turned his head to the side, a slight smile perched at the corner of his lips. “Go on then. Fuck me.”

Andrew settled low, spreading himself atop Colin, chest to back. He grasped Colin’s hands and brought them beside his head. Then he tilted his pelvis back, then forward, offering slow strokes that grew in length as he gained confidence.

“Ohhh, yeah.” Colin wrapped his thumbs around Andrew’s. “More.”

Clutching Colin’s hands like lifelines, Andrew picked up the pace, learning the contours of Colin’s passageway, watching and listening for signs he’d found the best depth and angle.

Suddenly Colin whimpered behind clamped lips, his eyes bulging wide. Andrew stopped and asked, “Are you okay?”

“God, yes.” Colin’s arse gripped him eagerly. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Andrew kept going, bending his neck to peer downward. Watching his cock move in and out between Colin’s taut round cheeks was like stepping through the looking glass to see a brand-new side of himself.

A small part of him wondered,Why did I wait so long to try this?But a much bigger part was glad he’d waited for this man, for this moment.

Andrew pressed his forehead to Colin’s nape, then dragged his teeth against his shoulder. “Yes,” Colin hissed. “Bite me.”

Andrew nipped at the soft skin, the skin that smelled like his own now, yet deliciously different.

“Harder,” Colin urged. “Bite me. Fuck me. Go animal on me.”

Andrew bit down, thrusting deeper. Colin groaned a “yyyyesssss,” his fingers spreading and shuddering, then tightening to clench around Andrew’s again.

“Do you want more?” Andrew gasped, his own pleasure already stealing his breath.

“Aye.” Colin rubbed his face against the sheet. “Give it to me. Gies everything.”

Andrew rose up and pressed both palms on the back of Colin’s shoulders. Raw power coursed through him at the feel of those muscles beneath his hands, at the sight of those arms that had possessed him so many times, now lying splayed to the side. At the sound of Colin’s once-commanding voice, whispering one soft word:

“Please.”

Andrew dug his knees into the mattress and began. He quickened his strokes, keeping them short at first to ensure he stayed inside Colin. Then they grew longer, then harder, then faster, until Colin was writhing and howling beneath him, clawing at the covers, begging for more, more, more.

And somehow Andrew was giving more. Somehow he kept going, though his own pleasure threatened to drown him.

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