Page 72 of Play the Part

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 — Ineedyou.”

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 crawlsbetween 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.

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