Page 48 of Double Play

“Layton, open her shirt so we can see her body.”

He spreads it open while his eyes take me in. Slowly.Sensually. Seductively. He sucks in a breath. I think his eyes are turning a deeper shade of blue. Is he turned on right now?

Francois’s scoffing breaks Layton’s obvious stare down. “If I didn’t know better, Layton, I’d think it’s the first time you’re seeing her body. You’re an excellent actor. She does have a beautiful figure. Now move your hands all over that work of art. You’ll be the envy of every man in America. In the world.”

His hands don’t move from my shirt. He first looks me in the eyes, seeking permission.

I give him a small nod.

His big hands wrap around my bare waist before slowly moving over my stomach. They then move up and down my sides, tracing the same path over and over. Our eyes maintain contact. Once again, I have goosebumps everywhere. There’s no way he’s not noticing them, but at least he’s not being a dick about it.

Our mouths are so close together. I can smell his breath. It’s minty and something else. I realize it’s tequila. He needed a shot of liquid courage too.

“Good, now over her breasts.”

Layton turns his head to Francois. “That’s not necessary. This isn’t porn. It’s about body image. You can get your shot without me fully groping her on camera. I think she deserves more respect than that.”

Maybe he doesn’t want to touch me, or maybe he’s just being chivalrous. I’m confident it’s the latter.

Francois sighs. “Very well. Place your hands on her hips.” He does. “Now, Arizona, rub your hands on his chest and stomach.”

Fucking hell. I start to move my hands over his mountainous pecs and rippled abs. His body is ridiculous. I hate how much it’s turning me on to both touch him and have him touch me. I can feel the wetness between my legs.I’ve never been so grateful to not be a man. At least I can hide it.

That causes me to look down where I learn that Layton’s boxer briefs are getting stretched and tighter by the second. He notices my line of sight and whispers, “Sorry, I can’t help it. You’re so sexy.”

For some reason, I feel the need to protect him like he did for me. I whisper back, “Lift my front leg. It will hide it from the camera.”

He nods as his hand moves to the back of my thigh, which is making me feel all kinds of things. He lifts it around his body. My leg now shields his hard-as-a-rock cock from everyone but me. I can’t seem to take my eyes off it. It’s massive. I’m not sure how long we’ll be able to hide it. It’s like having a third person between us.

I hear Francois. “Very nice. Good idea, Layton.” He continues clicking away while Layton’s lips move all around my face and neck, leaving a scorching hot trail in their wake.

My fingertips slowly travel up his chest, over his broad shoulders, and then to the back of his neck. I run them through his hair. It’s soft. Softer than I imagined.Yes, I’ve imagined it.

“Layton, lift her other leg too.” Francois then looks at me. “I know they’re long, but wrap them around him, Arizona. Lock your ankles.”

Layton looks down at me with concern written all over his handsome face. I’m realizing that he’s thinking of the words I said to him yesterday. About my intimacy issues.

I whisper, “I’m okay. It’s fine.” In fact, I feel totally comfortable in his warm embrace. At ease.

I tighten my hold on his neck as I prepare to be lifted. I’m not one of those tiny women that can be tossed around. I’m tall and muscular. I have real body mass. But Layton lifts melike I am one of those small women. It’s easy and effortless for a man like him.

I wrap my legs tightly around him. His hard cock is immediately pressed to my center. Oh dear god.Throb throb throb.

He thrusts his hips just a bit. I can’t help but let out a small moan. I think if he rubs or pushes anymore, I’ll have an orgasm.

He whispers in my ear, “You’re turned on.”

I swallow and then whimper, “Nope. I’m cool as a cucumber.”

I feel him silently laugh. He knows I’m full of shit.

With his hot breath on my neck, he says, “I can feel how wet you are. It’s leaking onto my boxers.”

I pull my head back and look down. Oh my god. He’s right. It’s all over his cock. Even with the dark-blue boxers, I can see the wet spot I’ve left behind.

I should be humiliated, but I’m not. I have no brain capacity left for anything other than the size of that cock and how much I suddenly want it inside me. It’s been so long since a man has been inside my body. And it’s LaytonfuckingLancaster. I spent all of my hormonal, formative years fantasizing about something like this. The teenaged me is in the corner with pompoms, doing cartwheels and back handsprings.

And now that I’ve gotten to know him, the real thing might be even better than the fantasy.

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