Page 49 of Double Play

With him holding me, we’re close to eye level and staring at each other. I recognize the same need written all over his face. He wants me too. It’s oozing from every pore in his body.

Our mouths are only an inch apart. He smiles. “You don’t smell like garlic today.”

I giggle. “You don’t smell like tunafish.”

His smile widens. It’s perfect. He’s perfect, and so damn hot. The man I spent my teen years staring at posters of on my ceiling as I drifted off to sleep at night is holding me, practically naked, and I’m pretty sure his hands just drifted down to my ass. Yep, they definitely did. And now I think they just slipped under my panties. And I like it.Reallylike it.

I can’t seem to help myself, I’m losing the battle of wills. I lean forward, tighten my grip on his head, and join my lips to his.

His hands grip my ass hard as we both open our mouths, and our tongues meet for the first time. I think I hear Francois complain, but I’m not focused on him. I’m focused on Layton as his tongue begins to explore my mouth.

My chest is flush to his. My entire body is tingling, head to toes. I roll my hips, grinding onto him. He lets out a low grumble from deep in his chest.

Someone yells, “Take five.”

Without breaking our lips, Layton turns and heads us straight in the direction of his dressing room. The kiss immediately turns frantic and needy. His lips. His tongue. His teeth. They’re consuming me. I know it’s weeks of tension finally breaking free.

He pushes us through his dressing room door and then slams me back against it, causing the whole room to shake as it closes. He begins hard, wet kisses down my neck. “Please tell me I can have you. I’ve wanted you for so long. Since the moment we met.”

I breathe, “Get inside me. Now.” I can’t wait any longer.

He pulls down the cups of my flimsy bra and grabs my breasts. Squeezing them together, he alternates licking and biting my nipples, all while pressing his cock against my center.

I buck my hips as I practically claw at him. “Layton, I needyou.” I’ve never felt so mad with desire for a man. Not even Marc.

He lifts his head. “I want to take my time with you, making you feel good. I want to explore every inch of your gorgeous body.”

“He said takefive. I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean five hours.”

He smiles as he moves me over to the table and lays me down. My breasts are out, and my legs are spread wide. My core is physically throbbing, practically crying at the loss of contact with him.

He looks down at my panties and slides them to the side, slipping a finger through me and then sinking it inside me. I feel myself flutter as he moves deeper and deeper to the spot that’s begging for him. “Fuck, you’re tight and wet.”

You bet I am. No one has been in there for over a year, and I’m looking up at the nearly naked sexiest man alive. Literally, he won that title like ten years ago.

He pulls his finger out and then runs it under his nose, inhaling deeply. “I love the way you smell.” He then takes it into his mouth and seals his lips around it. “Hmm,” he moans. “You taste better than I imagined. I need more of it.”

He grabs my thousand-dollar panties and rips them off my body without a second thought. I suppose I should care, but I don’t. I have one thing on my mind right now, and it’s not the cost of my fucking panties.

He falls to his knees and sinks his face into me, mumbling, “So fucking good.”

His fingers part me as his tongue begins to move through my slippery flesh. Skillfully. Perfectly. I can feel my wetness oozing out of me. How have I gone twenty-eight years without this man’s mouth on me?

My hips start moving of their own volition. I have no control over my body right now. It’s all his.

I’ve been worked up for the past hour. I nearly came when we were covered, I’m most definitely coming like this.

His tongue leaves no inch untouched as he slides two fingers inside me. They curl and he feels around until he finds the spot that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Oh god, Layton. Right there.” As if he didn’t somehow already know.

I know I’m getting louder. Everyone can probably hear me, but I don’t give a crap right now. My body is about to explode in a way I haven’t in a long time. Maybe ever. My brain isn’t registering anything else but this. I can’t remember a time when I’ve been this turned on.

His tongue is moving faster and faster. I grip the back of the table, arch my back, and moan, “I’m coming.”

I swear the whole room goes dark as my entire body spasms. It feels like a dam breaking as fluids pour out of me. Did I just gush? Did I squirt? My vision hasn’t come back but I think I did both. I can feel it dripping down my legs and ass.

Suddenly there’s a knock at the door. I hear Raphael’s voice. “One more minute, lovebirds.”

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