Page 31 of Play the Part (Marsford Bay #2)

CONNIE

H uxley hasn’t said a word since I last spoke, and my heart is beating so fast I think I might pass out. He hasn’t broken contact, his gaze steady, and the tension builds between us with every silent breath we take.

I don’t know why I’m this nervous—why Huxley’s hand around my wrist is affecting me this much.

But it is.

Like a red hot brand, his fingers burn through my skin, forever leaving a mark on me.

Finally, he breaks the silence and speaks, slicing through every unspoken thought and desire lingering between us.

“Come here.” His voice is low and needy, and my head starts to spin.

He pulls me down to him, my knees hitting the mattress first, but Huxley pushes my shoulder and flips us so that I fall on my back, Huxley’s torso on top of me.

My hands slip around his neck as a feeling of giddiness envelops me. I giggle, and he chuckles too, smiling against my lips before kissing me softly. The kiss is tender and slow, his tongue exploratory as if we have all the time in the world.

His hand is just as patient, caressing up my thigh and hip, slipping under my sweater then dipping back out. There’s something quite possessive about the casual slowness of his touch. It’s as if he knows that I’m not going anywhere, that he has all the time to make me his.

He isn’t wrong.

I’d seek eternal life if it meant staying in this moment with him forever. It’s a pure feeling, untainted by any of the other bullshit trying to ruin it for us.

Huxley pulls away, his eyes now a shade darker. They’re intense and focused. His gaze makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters in the world right now.

He pushes himself up and sits, taking off his hoodie as he does so. Then he reaches for the back of his t-shirt but pauses, his arm still raised as if needing to see some kind of confirmation in my gaze before baring himself to me.

I answer his question by sitting up and helping him pull off his shirt. Still, we keep our same slow pace, our actions unrushed. It only makes everything more intense, more intentional.

Seeing Huxley’s naked torso, peppered with prison tattoos just like his arms, makes me realize I’ve never seen him naked before. The thought has my mouth watering, and liquid heat coils low in my stomach.

I waste no time climbing onto his lap, my hands cradling his face as I kiss him with a little more urgency this time. He chuckles darkly in between kisses, the sound traveling directly to my clit as he palms my ass with both hands.

“Take this off,” he says against my lips, tugging on my sweater.

I lean back on his lap, Huxley watching me intensely from underneath me.

“Take it off for me,” I say playfully as I raise my arms over my head.

He cracks a smile. It’s crooked and reveals just enough of his teeth to have my head spinning again. It’s the most disarming thing I’ve ever seen. He could tell me to do anything right now, and I’d do it, no questions asked.

He doesn’t waste any time, pulling my sweater off along with the shirt underneath. He flings it somewhere behind me, his arms curling around my back. While his hands slide up to unhook my bra, he presses a kiss to the middle of my chest, then trails his lips over the curve of my breast.

My bra loosens, the straps falling over my shoulders, but Huxley doesn’t look up. His hands slowly caress down my arms, pulling off my bra at the same time while his mouth takes no time to find one of my peaked nipples.

I arch my back as a moan catches in my throat, my hand smoothing up his nape. His tongue flicks around my nipple, and the heat in my core turns into a blazing fire. Closing my eyes, I lose myself in the pleasure of his hot tongue against such a sensitive area.

I grind my hips into his lap trying to find some relief, but feeling the hard curve of his cock through his jeans is a tease I can’t bear.

“Hux,” I say breathlessly.

He groans at the sound of his name, his mouth still against my breast, his hands moving up my back, pushing me even closer to him.

Before pulling away, he softly bites the curve of my breast, and I gasp at the feeling, my skin tingling.

He leans back and looks up at me, a dark grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. Slipping a hand between us, he presses it against the seam of my jeans.

“You want me, baby?” he says slowly as his thumb slides up and down the seam.

My mouth falls open, my eyes fixed on him as my clit throbs with need, my fingers digging into his shoulders. My thoughts scatter, and I lose the ability to speak. I bite my lip and nod, rolling my hips against his hand, chasing the pleasure, wanting more—so much more.

He starts to toy with the button of my jeans, never quite loosening it through the hole.

“I want to hear you say it, Connie.” He pauses, then adds, “ Please .” His voice is hard but drenched in so much desire that I feel myself grow wet at the authority in his tone.

“ Fuck ,” I say with raptured defeat, catching his lips with mine for another passionate kiss before we do anything further.

He continues his slow tease, unzipping my jeans and caressing the soft skin just above my thong, never venturing further down.

“Say it,” Huxley rasps, and this time, I abide by his hungry demand.

“I want you, Huxley — I need you.”

His groan is somehow celebratory, his cocky smile devastatingly sexy as he pulls me up by the waist with strong hands and lays me on my back.

This time, he doesn’t tease, pulling my thong and jeans down with a hard tug. But before taking them off, he grabs my foot and lifts my leg, taking my socks off one by one. The act shouldn’t be sexy, just another one of those rushed awkward moments toward getting naked.

But the way Huxley is looking at me. His eyes devouring, his hands steady and confident, it makes me flush with heat. I’m practically vibrating with the anticipation of what he’ll do next.

When my jeans are finally off, I’m left naked under Huxley’s brazen appraisal, and I’ve never felt more wanted than right now.

His hand slowly pushes my legs open, and he crawls between them. His mouth is now inches away from my pussy, and my core squeezes greedily as I grow even wetter.

He hums hungrily as his eyes dip down.

“Pretty thing,” he says under his breath as if talking to himself. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

He swipes a knuckle up my slit as if casually assessing my arousal, and I gasp at the feeling, immediately craving more.

Taking two fingers he spreads me open and tongues my clit, and the drag of his tongue ring heightens the sensation deliciously.

Quickly, he does it again, and my back arches off the mattress, pleasure exploding throughout my body as if I’ve been waiting for him to do this my whole life.

Moving down, he dips his tongue into my entrance and fucks me with it while his thumb circles my swollen clit.

“Oh god,” I mewl, my fingers trying to find purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into his heated skin.

He replaces his tongue with a thick finger, slowly pushing it into my throbbing core while his mouth latches onto my clit with mind-numbing skill.

After only a few torturous pumps, he adds a second finger, and I bite my bottom lip at the pleasurable stretch. He curls both fingers against the sensitive spot inside of me, and I feel myself drench his fingers. My orgasm tingles up my body, a powerful wave of need and desire.

“Kiss me,” I beg Huxley urgently before the feeling crests and carries me over the edge. “ Kiss me .”

Huxley must hear the ache in my voice because he’s kissing me with devout passion mere seconds later, his fingers still pumping steadily inside of me.

I climax just as he slides a third finger alongside the other two, the fullness finally pushing me over. My mouth falls open on a long moan as he tugs my bottom lip with his teeth, his hips thrusting against my thigh.

His fingers turn, still deep inside of me, as I come and I’m blinded with pleasure until finally I slowly float back to reality just as Huxley slips them out of my pussy.

He flashes me another one of his dark grins, and I can’t believe how beautiful he is like this, when he seems to have not a care in the world.

“You’re so wet,” he says with a sexy drawl, bringing his fingers up to my lips. “Taste.”

He pushes his fingers against my tongue, and I fight to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head at his lewd action. My core throbs with need all over again.

He kisses my upper lip just over his fingers as if wanting another taste. As if wanting to taste me at the same time as I am.

I grow desperate and claw at his jeans, needing them off immediately. Needing to wrap my hand around his cock. Needing to know and feel how aroused I’ve made him.

He lets out another teasingly dark laugh, and I feel undone. Splintered open.

He doesn’t break our kiss as he helps me with his jeans, pushing and tugging them down his legs. When they’re finally off, he pulls away. His thumb digs into the meat of my thigh before he fully straightens up, kneeling in between my opened legs.

I push myself up onto my elbows, needing to see Huxley naked, and god … it’s better than I could have ever imagined.

The flex of his thighs as he leans onto his heels. The lean but carved muscles that can only be acquired by repetitive tasks of manual labor. The light trail of brown hair under his belly button leading down to his hard cock. Long and thick, and so fucking erotic.

I swallow hard, craving the slow stretch it promises. I try to invoke how he felt the first time we had sex, but I’m having trouble recalling it now that I have him in front of me again.

He leans over and grabs his wallet, the chain connected to the loop of his jeans. I quirk a smile when he pulls out a condom, refraining from teasing him that he’s come prepared because thank fucking god he did.

I watch with rapt attention as he rips the foil with his teeth and rolls the condom over his shaft. My heart kickstarts its drumming beat again, wishing I could speed up time and feel his cock inside me right this second.

My hand snaps forward, and I grab his arm, pulling him on top of me.

“Fuck me already,” I moan impatiently.

Huxley gifts me with another one of his teasing chuckles. The sound invades me as he kisses me. It’s a sloppy, hungry kiss as if we’re both trying to devour the other.

“I’ll fuck you anytime you want, baby. Just say the word, and I’m there.”

I hum with pleasure, feeling Huxley notch himself against my entrance as I wrap a leg around his waist.

“Is that a promise?” I tease.

“It’s a fucking vow,” he answers, voice thick with lust.

He says the last word at the same time as he punches his hips forward. His cock sinks halfway into my pussy, and we moan in unison.

“ Fuck ,” he hisses, his forehead falling against mine, then back up to look me in the eyes. He slides even deeper, my heel pushing into his ass, coaxing him on. “I thought I remembered how good you felt, but this is …” He trails off and shakes his head as if lacking the words to continue.

Instead, he slides his cock out up to the head and punches his hips so that this time he sinks to the hilt. The sound that escapes my lips is closer to a keen than a moan, my pussy fluttering around his cock, still so sensitive from my first orgasm.

I won’t last long. Not when Huxley’s body cradles me so perfectly, his skin so warm I feel lit up from the inside out.

His hand slides up to my chest and gropes my breast with hungry possession as he pistons in and out.

His mouth is just as hungry, his lips trailing down my neck and then back up my jaw.

Tasting. Devouring. Consuming.

“I need to see all of you,” he says into my ear before wrapping his arms around my back and flipping us over so I’m now on top.

I slip back onto his cock with a satisfied moan, Huxley’s mouth falling open with pleasure, eyes steadfast as he drinks me in from underneath.

He grips my hips with both hands as I start to rock back and forth.

I love the way he’s watching me. Like I’ve turned into the stars and moon right in front of him. It’s pure and staggering.

Spurred on by his attention, I decide to give him a bit of a show just to tease him further. I lean backward, placing a hand on his thigh and arch my back as I play with my clit with the other hand, fucking him with slow but steady curls of my hips.

I know I have him right where I want him when he squeezes his eyes shut and groans, his head pushing into the mattress underneath him.

“You’re being so good for me,” I hum, and Huxley’s eyes snap open in surprise. He curses under his breath, his hands tightening around my hips, his neck straining with the continuous exertion. I flash him a sexy pout. “Do you feel how soaked you’re making me, baby?”

Huxley’s eyes widen, and I smirk, knowing all too well that he wants me to talk to him like this some more.

“Here.” I take one of his hands, my hips still rolling back and forth, and bring it to where his cock disappears into my pussy. “You feel that?” I taunt as I glide his fingers through my arousal. “You feel how wet your cock is making me?”

“ Fuck , Connie,” Huxley croaks.

I know he must be close by the hard dip of his eyebrows, as if he’s trying to concentrate. I decide to tease him some more.

My moan sounds more like a low, satisfied hum as I close my eyes for a few seconds, relishing the sensation— every sensation his body is giving me.

My eyes lock back on his, and I tilt my head before saying, “Good boys let me come first.”

With the sound of my voice, Huxley shoots forward and sits up, catching me in his arms as he cradles me with his body.

“I’ve been a good fucking boy,” he says with gritted teeth, his face inches from mine. “Now give me my reward, Connie.”

The way he slowly elongates the word good has an instant effect on me, my walls squeezing around his cock.

That paired with the change in position, my clit rubbing against his pelvis, has me seeing stars.

I fall victim to Huxley’s intense gaze as his hands slip down my ass and grip my cheeks with such intoxicating force that I finally snap.

He bites my bottom lip as I climax, and he follows me over the edge seconds later. The tug of his teeth turns into an impassioned kiss as his cock throbs inside of me, buried so deep I know I’ll feel him for days after.

Our kiss lasts much longer than both of our orgasms, as if neither of us is ready for it to be over. Huxley’s arms are strong around me as I stay seated on his lap, his cock still sheathed inside of me as his hands rove all over my body, the passion potent between us.

It never wanes, only simmers under our skins, promising to ignite all over again the next time we touch.