Page 31 of Playing to Win

Colin pushed his jeans and briefs down to his ankles, not bothering to step out of them or even remove his shoes. Then he slipped on the condom, which truly did feel different—smoother and softer, with a grip that was pure secure.

Rich people have everything better. Even condoms.

He forced himself to focus on the hotness in front of him, not the opulence around him. Not the sheets with a higher thread count than his family’s weekly income, not the bed’s elegant carved-wood headboard, not the gilded mirror to his right.

Actually, that last thing might be good to keep in mind.

With a generous dose of lubricant—also the most amazing sort he’d ever felt—Colin was ready. He probed Andrew with one slick finger, then two, until Andrew’s moans pitched with impatience.

“Do you want it now?” Colin asked.

“Aye.”

“Sorry, cannae hear you.”

“Aye!” Andrew arched his back and neck, tilting up his beautiful masked face.

Colin slid between those luscious round cheeks, dragging his head fore and aft of Andrew’s hole, then giving it steady pressure until it invited him in, smooth and eager.

“Yes,” Andrew whispered. “Oh yes.”

Colin didn’t correct this vocabulary mistake, as his own words were all stolen by the warm silk of Andrew’s body. He squeezed his eyes shut—partly to savor the feel of their connection, but mostly to block its overpowering sight. Even so, the moments-fresh image of his cock gliding into Andrew threatened to make Colin explode here and now. How humiliating that would be.

When Colin was certain of his self-control, he eased forward, searching for the usual place of resistance where he’d need to halt, then wait for signs to go deeper.

The place wasn’t there. Before he knew it, he was completely inside Andrew. “How’d you do that?” he asked. “How’d you take all of me at once?” He ran his hand over Andrew’s waist. “It doesnae hurt?”

“Not with someone I really want.” He angled his hips and moved back, enveloping the last few millimeters. “Not with someone I trust.”

Colin held him still, his heart pounding with more than desire. “Why do you trust me?”

Andrew angled his head to the side. “Shouldn’t I?”

“You’re not afraid of me?”

The corner of Andrew’s mouth tilted up. “I didn’t say that.”

He felt a surge of rage. What had he ever done to make Andrew fear him? Even the control he wielded now was but a sham. Andrew could afford to play this game, because in real life, the power was all his.

Colin reached forward and grasped Andrew’s hair. “Don’t look at me. I said I didnae want to see your face.”

“You said you didn’t want to see it until you were inside me. Now you are.”

“Shut up.” He shoved Andrew’s face down onto the mattress.

“Aye.” Andrew clutched at the ornate bedspread, elbows splayed.

“I’m gonnae fuck you now, and I’ll do it any way I want.”

“Aye.”

“Fast, slow, hard, easy.” He let go of Andrew’s hair and took his hips in both hands. “I’m gonnae fuck you and you’re gonnae love it.”

“Aye.” His entire body quivered, sending shockwaves through Colin’s prick.

He eased in and out of Andrew as slowly as he could stand, savoring each exquisite inch. Andrew moaned through bitten lips, clearly tormented by Colin’s restraint.

“Good lad.” Colin pulled almost all the way out, then took his cock in hand and worked the tip around and around Andrew’s silky, accommodating hole. Finally he paused, waiting, waiting, waiting for Andrew’s whimper.

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