Page 86 of False Play
“Hm.” My lips found her ear, and I nipped her earlobe softly before whispering, “You sound like a fucking dreambegging, Kenny baby.” Those words won me a breathless moan as she continued to grind on me shamelessly.
I lifted her dress a little, and I almost lost my shit when I pulled back and settled my eyes where we were connected. She was making a mess of my jeans, and the cotton of her white panties clung to her lips with how wet she already was. The sight was out of this fucking world. Damn, how I wished there was nothing between us. But there was something so hot about this, too. Knowing she was so desperate for a release, we couldn’t even bother moving from this hallway to one of our rooms. Like we were so hungry for each other, it had to be anow-or-neverkind of thing.
“Look at you making a mess already.” I tsked with a shake of my head as my eyes found her face. Andfuuuuuck, I was engrossed.
Her lips were softly parted. A droplet of sweat ran from her temple to one of her freckled cheeks, and it took everything in me not to lick it off. My eyes raked downward, and even through the fabric of her dress, I could see how needy her nipples were.
She looked like a goddamn dream, and I was more than happy to stand back and admire everything about her.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby. Don’t stop,” I murmured.
She squirmed, and I couldn’t help but smile at how my words affected her. If she only knew all the dirty things I wanted to say and do to her, I was fairly certain she would have run away.
The thought alone scared me, but I pushed the fear to the side, wanting nothing more than to enjoy the moment. I was finally given the opportunity to touch, to kiss, to admire the woman who had been stuck in my head for so long. The lastthing I wanted to do was mess it up by getting stuck inside my head.
“More,” Kennedy moaned.
I pressed my thigh firmly against her clit and rubbed at the same tempo she was grinding on me. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around her nipple through the fabric then grazed it with my teeth. This made her hips jolt, and I couldn’t hold back the grin that spread across my lips even if I’d tried.
“You like that?” I breathed out the question.
She nodded without a word as her movements faltered when the warmth of my breath prickled the side of her neck.
“Show me how much, then. Grind faster, Kenny. Don’t go losing steam on me now,” I taunted. Not even while having an intimate moment with this woman was I ever going to stop needling her.
She let out a sharp laugh, but it was quickly drowned by a moan when I wrapped my lips around her nipple again and brushed my thumb in soft circles around the other. Like the good girl she was, her movements started to become faster and harder. Her fingers gripped my shoulders in a death grip, but I couldn’t muster one single fuck. I welcomed the pain, because it kept me grounded in the moment.
My lips found hers in another searing kiss. “Fuck, are you going to come on my leg, Kenny?” I exhaled the question in between kisses. “I’ll be one happy fucker if you do.”
She only managed to moan against my lips, so I took that as a sign to continue. I was determined to find out if I could get her off. I was always up for a challenge, and I had the feeling that witnessing Kennedy come undone before me on my fucking leg was going to be the death of me.
This time, I pushed her dress down, revealing her peaked, brown nipples. I lapped, sucked, and flicked with my tongue, savoring her skin like I was a man in a desert drinking the lastdrop of water. She was the only answer to this thirst that gripped me like there was no tomorrow.
She pulled my shirt up, and her fingers roamed around the planes of my stomach. The touch was fervent. I couldn’t help but tense and whimper, “Please keep touching me.” My words were pathetic and desperate against the soft, rich brown skin of her breasts.
One of her hands continued to explore my stomach and my back muscles as the other found my cock, which was throbbing painfully against my jeans. He wanted out, but this moment was all about her. She was my only focus, and my dick needed to get with the program.
She palmed my length through my jeans and gasped. “Oh. I don’t know how?—”
“Hey,” I urged softly, my eyes finding hers. “Don’t worry. We won’t be having sex tonight.”
She halted her movements. “Why not?”
I licked my bottom lip then gave her one of my lopsided smiles. “Believe me, there’s nothing I’d rather do than fuck you.” I rolled one of her nipples between my fingers, pulling a moan from her. I knew then I would never tire of those breathy, husky sounds. “There’s nothing more I’d like than to get my fill of your pussy.” I husked then dropped a few hot, wet kisses on her neck as I cupped her sex with my hand. Fuck, she was so wet, it was soaking my hand. It took everything in me not to get a taste. “But I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Kenny baby. I want to take my time with you. I want to know what you love and what drives you crazy.” My hand found her throat, and I pressed it softly as my lips hovered over hers. She wrapped her delicate hand around mine and pressed it even more. The way her hooded eyes settled on me made my cock twitch painfully. “And when I finally get to fuck you? I’ll make sure you see the stars. That’s a promise.” I dropped a chaste kiss on her lips. “Now, I want to see you grind that pussy against my thigh nice and hard. We’re not moving from here until you come. Can you do that for me, please?”
She bit her lip and nodded as she started to grind against me again. I was eager to see her come. I wanted her moans. I wanted to feast on her pussy. But all in due fucking time. I was determined to be patient. I was set on taking it slow with her and enjoying any scrap she was willing to give me.
A deep part of me hoped she would give me all of her. But I knew better than to wish for impossible things.
I was so hard I could feel my pre-cum leaking, and she had barely touched me. She didn’t need to do much. With the way she eagerly rubbed her pussy against my thigh and the way she moaned and roamed her hands around my body… I was pathetically too far gone.
My forehead rested against hers as I continued to meet her movements, rubbing her clit with my thigh over and over again. Our eyes remained locked on each other’s, and the only sounds were her moans and my low grunts. My hands kept playing with her perfect tits. They were small and round, and my hand easily fit around them.
Once her breaths started to become choppier and her movements had no rhyme or reason, I knew she was close. She gripped my length through the fabric of my jeans again and moved her hand up and down. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my moans in check. But, man, it felt so. Fucking.Good.
“Come on my thigh, Kenny. Make a mess.Now,” I demanded through gritted teeth before I kissed her fiercely.
She moved once, twice more, and her body tensed beneath me as she softly moaned against my lips, “Henry. Henry. Henry.”
