Page 87 of Playing to Win

“You feel so good,” Colin whispered against Andrew’s cheek. “I want to make this last.”

Make it last forever.Andrew folded one hand over the ridge of Colin’s hipbone. “Not sure how long I can endure. After all that delicious preamble, I’m near to bursting.”

Colin lifted his head. “Are you, aye?” He slipped his arms beneath Andrew’s back, then, without withdrawing, rolled them over in a graceful maneuver so that Andrew was on top. “Gonnae let’s make you burst.”

Oh yes. Please.Andrew clutched the top of the padded headboard as Colin held his hips steady and began to thrust upward. It wasn’t the usual hard, quick pounding, but rather a slow, steady roll that seemed to reach every inch within. Andrew’s cock jerked and twitched with the growing tension inside him.

Colin slowed to a stop. “Now you.”

Andrew took over, pumping his own hips, finding the exact speed and angle he needed. His nails dug into the headboard, and he felt every muscle go taut, then tauter still as his orgasm drew near.

At precisely the right moment, Colin began to stroke Andrew’s cock.

“Yes!” Andrew cried, and every word after that was unintelligible, even to his own ears. Arching his back like a bow, he bent over and kissed Colin as he came.

You know just what I need, he thought.And what I need is you.

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Things were complicated now.

This is real, Colin thought as he laid a limp, quivering Andrew on the bed beside him. There was no going back, only forward. Each kiss Colin had given Andrew’s body before he’d entered it was a promise to never run away again.

“That was pure close.” Colin settled behind Andrew on their sides, spooning him. “For a second I thought I might come too.”

“Mmm.” Andrew shifted his arse to position himself, then took Colin back inside without the aid of hands. “Come if you want.”

Colin was tempted, feeling that hot, slick hole envelop him again. With a deep groan, he held Andrew’s hips still. “Not yet. I meant what I said about making it last.” His hand drifted forward, gently cradling Andrew’s balls. “Especially if you might come again.”

Andrew placed his hand over Colin’s. “I might,” he said with an ache in his voice. “God, this is so intense. Despite the lack of role-playing and acrobatics.”

“Despite or because of?”

Andrew turned his head on the pillow to look at Colin. Though his eyes were still hazy with pleasure, they seemed to be asking his own question rather than answering Colin’s.

Colin’s response was the softest kiss, one that lingered until Andrew closed his eyes and sighed. Then Colin laid his head on the pillow behind Andrew’s and began to move within him again, slowly now. Their legs formed a loose, lazy tangle, pressing skin to skin, knees to thighs, feet to calves.

This was what Colin needed too, what he could never have asked for.

He reached down farther, between Andrew’s thighs, to the place where they joined. Andrew gasped as Colin squeezed one fingertip inside next to his cock, then added another.

“God…” Andrew grabbed Colin’s wrist, pushing his fingers deeper. “Oh!” He arched his neck, curling his entire spine against Colin’s chest.

Colin moved faster now, with short, shallow thrusts that wouldn’t dislodge his fingers. Between Andrew’s noises and full-body shudders, Colin knew neither of them would last much longer. He needed to make the most of this.

So he carefully pulled his hand free, then wrapped his arm tight around Andrew’s chest. Burying his face in Andrew’s soft, sweet-smelling hair, he lengthened his strokes, hoping every undulation of his hips conveyed the depths of his feelings.I’m not fucking you, he thought.I’m making love to you.

Was this love? He hoped so, because if this was merely a pale imitation, then the real thing would probably kill him.

“Colin,” Andrew said, panting. “Don’t leave me again.”

“I won’t,” Colin answered in his next breath, before fear or good sense could steal the words away. “I cannae leave you.” He pressed his lips to Andrew’s ear. “I need you.”

Andrew quaked inside, and his moans suddenly pitched up. Colin reached down and grasped Andrew’s cock, pumping him in time to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Yes! Oh God, ohhhhhhhh!” Andrew’s last syllable went on and on, rising in pitch. His arse began to twitch and spasm around Colin’s cock. Clutching their pillow, Andrew screamed again and again.

The sight, sound, and feel of Andrew’s orgasm sent Colin over the edge. As if from a distance, he heard himself cry out as he came. It was like dying and being reborn at the same time, as if one moment he was only his own, and in the next, he was lost to this man beside him.

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