Page 6 of The Secret Play

My gaze dragged lower, and my breath stalled.

He was already hard. Thick, heavy, the kind of size that made my pulse stutter and my thighs clench.

He stood proud, the flushed tip glistening, the veins along his length pronounced, like he was barely restraining himself.

My mouth went dry, my body reacting on instinct, heat licking up my spine at the sheer intensity of him.

He gave me a slow, knowing smirk, wrapping a hand around his base like he had all the time in the world, like he enjoyed watching me squirm.

“See something you like?” His voice was a rough rasp, thick with desire.

I swallowed hard, my body screaming in response. Like? No. I was about to be wrecked.

He stroked himself slowly, deliberately, his grip firm as his dark gaze pinned me in place. “You have no idea what this does to me, do you?” His voice was playful, sexy. “Watching you like this, wearing that mask—fuck, it makes me harder than I’ve ever been. It’s like you’re mine, a forbidden temptation just waiting to be claimed.”

He gave himself another slow stroke, eyes locked on me, reveling in the power he had, the way my breath hitched, the way my thighs pressed together.

“You want to know what turns me on?” He stepped closer, towering over me, his body radiating heat. “Knowing that under that mask, you’re already wet for me. That you want this as badly as I do.” He tipped my chin up, his thumb brushing over my lips, his cock thick and heavy between us. “And when I finally bury myself inside you? You’ll be begging me to ruin you.”

In a blink, he had me against the wall, kissing his way down my body. He licked my nipples and lightly sucked, sending heat all the way down to my clit. “Do you taste this sweet everywhere?”

I panted. “Only one way to find out.”

“Get on the bed.”

My knees went weak from the command in his voice. I crawled onto the bed, but he captured my ankle. I turned to ask what he wanted, but he spoke first. “Just like this. On your knees for me, Blue. Face down.”

Oh.

I stayed like that for him, and his weight shifted the bed between my feet. His strong hands kneaded my ass for a minute. “Damn,” I heard him growl. “Your ass is incredible.”

Then he spread me wide open for him and dove against me, his tongue swiping up over my pussy. I gripped the bedding and groaned. Red grabbed my hips to hold me against his face as he devoured me from behind.

He drove me to the brink over and over, his tongue or fingers on my clit, I couldn't tell, exploring me, too. It was like he knew my body and exactly how to drive me crazy.

That deep throb built inside, and I wanted to beg for more, but I couldn’t speak.

Finally, he pulled back, and I had the chance to breathe again.

But then Red laid onto me, his hard cock digging against my glute.

“If this is all you want tonight, say it now. Otherwise, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re not going to walk straight tomorrow,” he murmured in my ear, his voice rough, wrecked with need.

I shuddered beneath him. “Yes, Red. Fuck me.”

“Condom?”

I fished one out from my purse and passed it to him.

“You were prepared for this, eh?”

“You know, just in case.”

He leaned back to put it on and rolled me onto my back. “You’re sure?”

“If you don’t, so help me I will find someone who will.”

He smirked before brushing the head of himself over me. “Don’t even think about it.”

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