Page 37 of Playing to Win

“More?” He pumped harder, not waiting for an answer.

“Yes!” Andrew clutched his hands tight, lifted his chin, and moaned a single word. “Colin…”

Hearing his name slide off that tongue broke something inside him. In one rushing moment, Colin wanted nothing in the world but to never be anywhere else but here, atop Andrew. Inside of Andrew.

With Andrew.

No.Colin picked up the pace, hoping to fuck these feelings away.

Andrew’s breath hitched. “Wait—slower,” he said. “And let go of me. I want to touch you.” He ran his elegant hands up Colin’s arms, stroking the muscles—stroking the scars—then continued to his shoulders, then down again, over his chest. “You’re so beautiful.”

Colin shook his head, more in awe than in denial.

“Yes, you are,” Andrew said, looking utterly lost in Colin’s eyes.

Perhaps theycouldhave more than tonight, Colin let himself think. They sparked and synced so well, in and out of bed. And maybe, just maybe, if Colin could blow Andrew’s mind withthistime, there could be others.

Colin sat back on his heels, out of Andrew’s reach. He took hold of those long, sinewy thighs and brought them close together, resting Andrew’s feet on his shoulders. He kept up the slower rhythm, but each stroke went pure deep. Andrew’s cock jerked and stiffened. Colin grasped it gently with one hand, using the other to pull Andrew’s left foot to his mouth.

And then he was fucking Andrew, sucking his toes, and stroking his cock all at once. Feeling rather proud of himself, to be honest.

Andrew’s moans turned to laughter again, and this time Colin heard no mockery in that laughter, only pleasure and joy.

Andrew pounded his fist against the bed. “God, you’re so good. I want to—” He sucked in his lips and turned his head.

“You want to what?” Colin tongued the space between Andrew’s first two toes. “You want to what?”Have me every night? Every day as well?

“I want to show you something.”

Colin stopped. “Sorry?”

Andrew gazed at him, panting. “Stand up on the bed.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just do it. You’ll see.”

Colin withdrew carefully, then moved away, setting Andrew’s legs free before standing up.

“You’ll fancy this.” Andrew tossed his pillow aside so his head was flat on the mattress. Then, with the power of abs alone, he lifted his hips and folded himself in half so his legs extended over his head, feet touching the wall and arse pointing straight up. “How’s that?”

Colin had no words. He stepped forward and peered down at Andrew through his legs. “That’s comfortable for you?”

“For a while, yes. Go on.”

“Erm…okay.” Colin got himself into position, noting with a mix of wonder and dismay how Andrew had outdone him again. He leaned forward so his cock was pointed down at the correct angle. Then he slowly entered Andrew, whose arse was tighter than ever but still supple and receptive. “Christ, that’s amazing.”

“Isn’t it just?” Andrew purred, letting his calves come to rest on Colin’s shoulders.

Colin propped his hands on the wall for stability, then began to rock his hips in smooth, quick thrusts powered by his entire legs, not just his thighs. Beneath them, the mattress held firm, giving no bounce to counteract Colin’s rhythm.This is fucking incredible.

“Yes, that’s it! Oh yes!” Andrew started stroking his own cock with purpose. “Fuck me, Colin. Make me come.”

“Aye.” He would do anything for this man if he said his name.

Andrew’s cries suddenly pitched up, whimpers turning to moans. At the sound, Colin felt the pressure of his own orgasm begin to build. He couldn’t last much longer like this.

A shower of cum spilled from Andrew’s cock onto his own face, painting his cheeks and lips. It was like something out of one of Colin’s favorite porn videos.

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