Playing Dirty (Leighton U, #4)

by C.E. Ricci

His skin singes mine where it makes contact, and there’s an intensity in his gaze as he leans in a little closer. “Don’t worry, Theo. The only guy ending up in my bed tonight is you.”

“Fucking your tight, perfect ass would be a dream,” I tell him, a grin tugging at my lips. “But I promise, I’m good either way. Perks of being a switch on and off the field.” He bursts out laughing, his entire body shaking against mine.

“Asshole. Why are you laughing?” It takes him a second to regain his composure, only to let out a big, dramatic sigh. “I was thinking about you telling me you were a switch in Vermont.”

Apparently I’ve taken this sneaking into Theo’s room arrangement as an open invitation, because I’m lying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly on my phone when he finally gets home from practice the following week. He doesn’t notice me at first, getting as far as dropping his bag to the floor and tossing his keys on the dresser before his gaze finally lands on me. He damn near jumps out of his skin, spinning in a quick circle before whisper-shouting, “Goddamnit, Madden. Do you have some kind of scare kink you haven’t told me about?” “Depends. Would you be into it?”

Taking my time, I let my fingers foxtrot over the ridges and valleys created by his abs before sliding down to the waistband of his jeans.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” I grind out. “Lips stretched around my cock and tears in your eyes. So fucking wrecked for me.”