Page 13 of Playing to Win

“Okay. Okay.” Andrew pressed a finger to Colin’s lips. “We don’t have to go back to my flat.” It was a foolish idea, anyway, bringing home someone he barely knew. Too bad the hotels were chockablock with Commonwealth Games fans. “Perhaps we can find a place here to be alone.” He edged closer and put his mouth to Colin’s ear. “Long enough for me to suck you until you come down my throat.”

“Och.” Colin leaped to his feet. Andrew watched him stride up to Katie and take her aside for a quick conference. She laughed at first, but then her face turned aghast. Then she shook her head, backing away. Colin pressed forward, cajoling.

When he pointed to his knee, her shoulders finally slumped in defeat. With a quick word to Siobhan, Katie and Colin beckoned Andrew to follow.

The three of them left the dance floor area and hurried toward the back of the warehouse, using their phones to light the way. Rows of storage containers formed narrow streets and narrower alleys, like a dystopian abandoned city. Passing small culs-de-sac, Andrew could hear noises of substance abuse and sex. One unfortunate couple was far too quiet, discovered only when he shone his light down the slim passage.

“Fuck off!” the guy yelled, squinting into the beam, holding his bleary-eyed date’s skirt above her waist.

“Dreadfully sorry.” Andrew moved on, continuing the search.

Finally near the back entrance to the warehouse, they found a suitable alcove, between two towering metal storage containers emblazoned in Cyrillic with the name of a Russian company. Deliciously sordid, just the way Andrew liked it.

“I’ll keep watch over there, and I’ll yell if someone’s coming.” Katie scowled. “If someoneelseis coming.” As she walked away, she said over her shoulder, “I like you, Lord Andrew, but you are not good for him.”

I’m not good for anybody, he thought as he turned to Colin, who smirked and stepped back into the darkness.

They found each other there, and clung, mouths locked in ferocious, famished kisses that sent earthquakes through Andrew’s body. As the techno music pounded around them, Colin’s strong hands crawled over Andrew’s back, then descended to cup his arse. Andrew ground against him, finding a long, thick hardness that matched his own.

“I want to fuck you.” Colin gripped Andrew harder, lifting him onto his toes. “I won’t, but I want to.”

“Me too. Maybe next time.”

Colin let go of him with a scoff. “Aye, right, next time. I’ll never see you again after tonight.”

Andrew wanted to protest, but it was true. On the whole, Colin’s friends weren’t fans of Andrew, and he hated to think what his own mates would say about a lad who lived on benefits and studied at GCU. Commoners were acceptable only if they were rich or famous. If theygaveto food banks, not took from them.

This was their last moment, and Andrew intended to make the most of it.

He dropped to his knees and undid Colin’s belt, button, and zipper, using only his hands to see in the pitch blackness. What they found made his mouth water.

“Och…” Colin pushed his jeans and underwear over his hips. With one hand, Andrew pulled them down to his ankles, past the knee brace’s coarse material. His other hand stayed where it was, beginning with slow, confident strokes.

He wanted to tease, wanted to bring Colin to the edge a thousand times so that his eventual orgasm would leave him a gibbering fool who would forever measure every blowjob against this one. But there was no time for teasing. It had to be quick.

That didn’t mean it couldn’t be good.

Steadying Colin’s cock with one hand, Andrew wrapped his lips around the base of the shaft and used his other hand to cup Colin’s balls. When Colin sighed in appreciation, Andrew moved down instead of up, dancing the tip of his tongue across the rough surface, finally drawing one thick sac into his mouth.

“Fuck.” Colin shifted his weight, and there was the sound of nails scrabbling against metal as he searched for something to grasp. “That’s…oh God.”

Andrew moaned, sending vibrations against Colin’s most sensitive territory. There was an answering whimper from above.

Yes, you’re mine now.He was taking back the power Colin had stolen when he’d leapt off the edge of that storage container. The power that rightfully belonged to Andrew.

As he savored the delicacy in his mouth, giving it every edge of his tongue, he continued to stroke Colin’s cock, slowly shifting its sheath up and down, feeling it stiffen further in his grasp. He ran his other hand over Colin’s taut, muscular thigh, imagining how it would feel between his own legs, nudging them apart, how it would strain and flex with each deep, quick thrust.

Andrew’s own prick rebelled at the confines of his jeans, and though he usually showed more restraint in this situation, he couldn’t help reaching down to stroke himself. The slightest touch was torture, so he quickly undid his jeans to reach his throbbing erection.

“Yeah,” Colin whispered at the sound of Andrew’s belt. “Touch yourself. I want to feel your mouth on me when you come. I want to feel it get as tight and hot as your arse.”

My God, this lad…How could one encounter ever be enough?

Releasing Colin’s ball with a soft pop, Andrew straightened up and angled the head of Colin’s cock against his mouth. Then he swept his tongue over his lips, making them soaking wet before moving forward to slide Colin inside.

“Christ…” Colin slapped his hand against the storage container to Andrew’s left, making a hollow clang.

Andrew put his tongue to work, sliding side to side over the ridge of Colin’s head. Both hands continued their steady stroking, one on Colin and one on himself.

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