Playing to Win by Avery Cockburn

like it cold?”
    “Aye.” The word was a plea. “I love it. No one’s ever—”
    “Shh.” Colin took another leisurely sip of whisky, sliding the other ice cube noisily about his mouth. But when he spit it back into the glass, he set his finger against it, chilling it thoroughly. A wee surprise.
    He went back to devouring the space between Andrew’s cheeks, producing a yelp of pleasure with each swipe of his freezing tongue.
    Then he replaced his mouth with the ice-cold finger.
    “Ah! God…” Andrew bunched the bedspread in his fists as Colin stroked his hole, first tickling, then probing, just a fraction of an inch. The greedy way Andrew’s arse gripped his finger, drawing it in, was all Colin could take.
    He straightened up and started undoing his jeans. “I cannae wait no more.”
    “No.”
    Colin paused, belt unbuckled. Did Andrew mean no as in not yet , or no as in don’t wait ?
    “Don’t wait.” Andrew pushed back against him. “Please.”
    “Wheesht!” He pulled the condom and lube from his pocket. “Mind, you don’t give the orders tonight.” Or any night.
    “Aye,” Andrew whispered.
    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,