Page 30 of Playing to Win

Andrew peeled it off, one shoulder at a time, then let it fall behind him, revealing a red jock brief consisting of nothing but a waistband and a strap running beneath each cheek of his utterly exposed arse. Colin let out an unmasterly sigh of admiration.

Andrew tilted his chin down and to the side. “Aye?”

“Aye.” His entire body screamed the word. “Get on your knees.”

Andrew shivered, then started to drop to the floor.

“Not there. On the—that thing, that furniture thing at the foot of the bed.”

“It’s a bench.”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry.” Andrew obeyed, and then some, bending forward to place his hands on the bed. “Aye?”

No,I’msorry. I shouldn’t have told you to shut up.

“Aye.” Colin got to his feet and walked over, stopping to stand on Andrew’s discarded shirt with his dirty shoes. He took a sip of whisky and pulled an ice cube into his mouth. He set the glass on the bench within reach, then grasped Andrew’s arse with one warm hand and one cold one.

Andrew wriggled with pleasure, muscles clenching under unnaturally smooth skin. Here was a lad who groomed every inch of himself for display, both public and private. By some miracle, he was Colin’s tonight. After that, who cared?

Colin crunched the ice cube as he massaged Andrew’s glutes. “I’m gonnae give you my tongue now.”

Andrew whimpered. “Aye.”

“It’s gonnae be cold. You might not fancy it.”

“I will,” he said, squirming. “I’ll fancy anything you do to me.”

“Shh.” Colin crouched down, bringing his mouth in line with Andrew’s crease, which of course was as smooth and clean as the rest of him. “Be still.”

When Colin’s cold, erect tongue began to stroke his hole, Andrew cried out, nearly a scream. His thighs shuddered, making his arse flex in Colin’s hands.

But he didn’t sayfoosball.

So Colin kept licking, exploring every contour of Andrew’s entrance until his tongue warmed again. “You like it cold?”

“Aye.” The word was a plea. “I love it. No one’s ever—”

“Shh.” Colin took another leisurely sip of whisky, sliding the other ice cube noisily about his mouth. But when he spit it back into the glass, he set his finger against it, chilling it thoroughly.A wee surprise.

He went back to devouring the space between Andrew’s cheeks, producing a yelp of pleasure with each swipe of his freezing tongue.

Then he replaced his mouth with the ice-cold finger.

“Ah! God…” Andrew bunched the bedspread in his fists as Colin stroked his hole, first tickling, then probing, just a fraction of an inch. The greedy way Andrew’s arse gripped his finger, drawing it in, was all Colin could take.

He straightened up and started undoing his jeans. “I cannae wait no more.”

“No.”

Colin paused, belt unbuckled. Did Andrew meannoas innot yet, ornoas indon’t wait?

“Don’t wait.” Andrew pushed back against him. “Please.”

“Wheesht!” He pulled the condom and lube from his pocket. “Mind, you don’t give the orders tonight.”Or any night.

“Aye,” Andrew whispered.

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