Page 36 of Playing to Win

Andrew’s cock stiffened, and for a moment, he almost considered it. But then he shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t—that’s not my thing.”

“Oh.” Colin lifted his head to come eye to eye with Andrew. “Never?”

“I’m afraid I’m a devout bottom.” He put a hand on Colin’s chest. “And no amount of cajoling will change my mind.”

“I wasn’t cajoling.”

“You were about to cajole. Every man thinks I’ll make an exception for him, that his luscious bum will entice me to the other side, but—”

“It’s completely fine. I mean that.” Colin kissed him softly, cupping his jaw with the lightest of touches. “I only asked because I’m a wee bit sore just now.”

“Me too.”

Another kiss, equally soft but twice as delicious. “But I really want to do it again.”

Andrew sank into the third kiss, curling his tongue around Colin’s and pulling him close. Then he broke off long enough for one breath and two words.

“Me too.”

= = =

This. This is the most amazing moment of my life.

Colin watched Andrew’s face beneath him, searching for signs of discomfort. But he saw only wonder in each parting of lips and flutter of lashes. His own soreness had vanished the moment he’d entered Andrew, encased in another of those magic condoms—which, incidentally, was identical to the first, though it came from a gold wrapper instead of blue.

Colin eased back and forth again. “How’s that?” he whispered, lips grazing Andrew’s.

“Good.” Andrew sighed against his mouth. “So good.” His fingers tightened on Colin’s arse, pulling him all the way inside.

Colin slid both arms up under Andrew’s shoulders, under his soft, thick pillow, cocooning him in a complete embrace.

“Oh yes…” Andrew’s arms and legs wrapped tight around him in return. As Colin began to rock them back and forth as one body, Andrew gave soft, happy moans in time with their rhythm.

Fucking Andrew like this—slowly, carefully, totally naked, their faces inches apart, holding each other close—was night and day to their first time. For a few minutes at least, he and Andrew weren’t trying to best each other.

He pressed his mouth to the top of Andrew’s head, burying his face in his thick hair. “Tell me when you want more.”

“I want this, exactly this.” His thighs glided up over Colin’s waist. “Let’s make it last.”

“Aye.” He could do this all night. It wasn’t the most intense position, with them pressed so close, but the way Andrew felt and sounded was more than enough to keep Colin hard through this hypnotic dance.

Andrew turned his head, his mouth finding Colin’s.

And then they were kissing, and kissing, and kissing, until kissing was all that mattered, and the motions of the rest of their bodies, seeming superfluous now, came to a stop. Then they were pure mouths, pure lips, tongues, and teeth. It was…cosmic.

It also couldn’t last. From what Colin had read in tabloids, Andrew wasn’t a fan of second dates, so they might never see each other again.

Colin yanked his mind back to this bed. It wasn’t the time to think about saying goodbye to Andrew. It wasn’t the time tothinkat all. It was time to fuck.

He planted his hands on the mattress and pushed himself up. As Colin stared down at Andrew, all he wanted was to feast again on those swollen wet lips. He wanted that connection so bad, it sent a dull-knife ache of hunger through his gut.

Andrew stared back, looking as shocked as Colin felt. His fingers slid up Colin’s spine, over the tattoo, tracing the syllables of bitter rage. He’d called itbeautiful. Did Andrew know that with just a few kind words, he’d injected himself under Colin’s skin, inking his own permanent pattern?

Now Andrew gave a long, slow blink. Down below, his arse gave a firm, quick squeeze of Colin’s cock.

“Och.” Colin closed his eyes, grateful that the spell of inconvenient emotions had been broken. Then he took Andrew’s hands in his own, pressing them to the mattress beside his head, and began to thrust again, lengthening his strokes.

“Yes…” Andrew’s head turned from side to side, his lower lip quivering.

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