The Play (Briar U Book 3)

I don’t remember getting to Hunter’s house. Not because I’m drunk and unaware of my surroundings, but because I’m so full of anticipation I can’t think or see straight. Hell, I can’t hear straight, either—the only sound registering is the incessant thudding of my heart.

Getting Hunter to cave was so easy. Although I won’t lie—for a moment there I was worried I’d crossed the line from making him jealous to completely driving him away. I can’t deny it felt good kissing Conor, but nothing rivals the dizzying excitement of stumbling into Hunter’s bedroom and glimpsing that ravenous look on his face.

He kicks the door closed. Locks it. Then he’s advancing on me like a predator. He stops when our bodies are less than a foot apart. “Are you sure about this?” His voice is low. Husky.

“Yes.” I swallow. “Are you?”

A ragged breath puffs between us. “Yeah, unfortunately.”

My jaw drops. “Really, Hunter? The idea of having sex with me is sooooo unfortunate—”

He cuts me off with a kiss and I’ve already forgotten what I was bitching about.

I am obsessed with this guy’s kisses. Hot, passionate, just enough tongue to not be overpowering or slobbery. He knows how to draw moans from my throat, how to seduce me with his firm, talented mouth. And as his tongue slicks over mine seductively, his big hands drift down to my ass, caressing the line of flesh where the hem of Brenna’s dress ends.

“This dress is way too short,” he hisses in my ear before sliding his hands underneath and squeezing my ass. My butt cheeks might as well be bare, with that dental-floss thong between them.

“Short is bad?” I ask breathlessly.

“It is when you’ve got Conor Edwards’ hand on your thigh.”

“Jealous?”

“Yes.” No denial, just pure hunger in his dark eyes as he yanks the sweater dress up and over my head. He whips it aside, then steps back to admire my thong and skimpy bikini bra.

“Take the bra off,” he rasps. “Show me those tits.”

My fingers shake as they undo the front clasp. The bra flutters to the floor. Now I’m standing topless in front of him, my heart pounding.

He admires me for a moment. Then he licks his lips and moves close again, filling his palms with my aching breasts. When his thumbs sweep over my nipples, I whimper. They’re so hard they actually hurt.

“Your tits are perfect, Demi.”

I can’t speak. I’m too busy watching his face as he plays with my breasts. Each caress makes my heart beat even faster. I’m sure he feels the rapid thump-thump beneath his exploring hands. I almost weep when he stops, but then those rough hands travel lower to grip the thin strap at my waist. He shoves the thong down my legs. I’m naked now. Hunter’s still fully dressed.

He’s just staring at me, and the need burning in his eyes is too much. My core clenches tightly. “Do something,” I whisper.

“I shouldn’t,” he says gruffly, and yet he grabs his shirt by the collar and pulls it off.

His bare torso taunts me. Smooth golden flesh with a smatter of hair between his heavy pecs. Sculpted abs tapering into a trim waist. He has a treasure trail that disappears into the waistband of his black cargo pants and I want nothing more than to follow that trail with my tongue and see what it leads to.

I want to kiss his chest, drag my tongue over every ridge, every tight sinew. But I’m too scared to move. Scared that if I break the spell, he’ll put a stop to this.

Without a word, he undoes his pants and lets them drop on the floor. His belt buckle jangles when it hits the hardwood. Next, he tugs his white boxers down his muscular legs. His dick swings up, long and thick.

Like one of Pavlov’s dogs, saliva floods my mouth. “Oh my goodness. That thing’s been under there this entire time?”

He gives a choked laugh. “Yeah. A man’s cock is typically attached to his body.”

I can’t take my eyes off it. It’s a lot bigger than Nico’s.

Hunter takes a step closer, then another one. When our bodies are almost flush, his dick brushes against my stomach, leaving a streak of moisture near my belly button.

He looks down sheepishly. “Just realized something.”

“What is it?”

“I’m going to come the second you touch me.”

I narrow my eyes. “You’re being hyperbolic.”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Trust me, I’m not. I haven’t been with anyone since April.”

My lips twitch in humor. “So you’re saying I’m not going to enjoy this?”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all.” And before I can blink, he lifts me up in his arms.

My legs instinctively close around his hips, arms looping around his neck. He kisses me deeply as he stalks to the bed and lowers me onto the mattress. My head collides with a pillow. I blink again and suddenly his calloused hands are roaming my body. When he cups my pussy, a jolt of pleasure ricochets through me.

“Fuck.” Hunter moans against my neck and I wonder, is there any sound sexier than a man moaning? If there is, I can’t name it.

The hoarse sound is so frickin’ hot, and I can’t help but compare this encounter to any of my encounters with Nico, who was so quiet during sex that sometimes, if the room was pitch black, it felt like I was in the bed alone.

But Hunter makes noise. He whispers how sexy I am. Groans when his palm glides over my very wet core. Hisses when the tip of his finger slides inside to feel even more wetness. I love how vocal he is. I love the needy haze in his eyes as he raises himself up on his elbow and peers down at me.

“You’re so beautiful.” His lips find my breasts again, and one nipple is drawn into the hot, wet suction of his mouth.

I shiver. “Feels nice,” I murmur.

“That’s the goal.” He continues to suck my nipples until I’m gasping in pleasure.

It feels so ridiculously good, and I get impossibly wetter. By the time his muscular body shifts down the mattress so that his head is positioned between my legs, I almost apologize for how aroused I am. I’m pretty sure I left a wet spot on his bedspread. That’s fucking embarrassing, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

He absently rubs my clit, watching me from beneath surprisingly thick eyelashes. “I’m not getting up until I make you come,” he informs me. “I’m going to lick every goddamn inch of you, and I’m going to do it right.” A sexy smile curves his lips. “That means you telling me what you like…”

“I already told you,” I say awkwardly, “oral isn’t that important to—”

He kisses my pussy, and my hips buck off the bed.

“That,” I gasp. “I like that.”

He gives me another soft kiss, then another, and then his tongue joins the mix and the sensation of it gliding over my clit is both pure torture and exquisite ecstasy. “Start slow,” I whisper. Then brace myself, because this is usually the moment when an overeager tongue flicks hard and quick over my clit until I’m squirming to make it end.

But Hunter proceeds to bestow the sweetest, slowest licks upon my delighted pussy. Kissing, teasing, exploring. His palms sweep over my quivering thighs in a soft caress before snaking underneath me to squeeze my ass. He lifts me up slightly and brings me closer to his greedy mouth. Oh my God. I think I like oral sex. It was never me at all.

His low groan vibrates in my core. “You taste so fucking good. I could do this for hours.” He starts going faster, laving my clit with his tongue, and I ease away a bit. “Not good?” he murmurs.

“Not yet,” I mumble. “Too much too soon.”

He resumes the slow pace, whispering dirty words against my core. “Got it. How about I suck on this for a bit,” he gently rubs my clit with his thumb, “I think that’d feel really, really good, baby. What do you think?”

“I don’t know,” I croak. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

He gently captures my clit between his lips, gives a light suck, and oh my goodness it’s the best feeling in the world.

Hunter continues to tease me with long, languid licks, interspersed with open-mouth kisses that always end with the sweet sucking of my clit and me rocking my hips in sheer desperation.

“Hmmm,” he chuckles against my pussy. “That’s how we do it, then.”

“Do what?” I’m too turned on to think.

“That’s how we make you come. Slow and steady, and just when you can’t take it anymore, I suck on this hot little clit and your body fucking sings…” He lifts his head and grins up at me. His lips are shiny and swollen. “I figured you out.”

I want to say it’s not that difficult, but I know from previous experience that my body is a hard nut to crack.

Humming with satisfaction, Hunter goes back to driving me crazy. As he works me over with his tongue, I slide my hands through his hair. I’m not the girl who can come in three seconds. It takes time for me, but he doesn’t complain. If anything, the noises he’s making grow hungrier and hungrier, and when his finger slides inside me and my pussy eagerly clamps around it, he groans loudly.

I gaze at his long body stretched out before me, his muscular thighs, his taut ass. I catch a flash of movement and realize he’s got his dick in his free hand. It’s rock hard, but he’s not stroking it. He’s squeezing it, as if he’s trying not to come. Knowing he’s that turned on from going down on me triggers a rush of hot pleasure. My hips start moving faster.

“Oh fuck, baby, yes. I want to feel you coming on my tongue. Give it to me.”

The command is hoarse, dirty. “Finger,” I choke out, and he pushes one finger back inside as his lips close around my clit.

The orgasm sweeps through me in a scorching wave of pleasure. It’s the first time I’ve climaxed with someone other than Nico, and that’s scary and exhilarating and I can’t stop moaning as I grip Hunter’s hair and shake with release.

When I go calm and still, he plants a soft kiss between my legs and whispers, “Ah fuck, that was so hot.” Then he kisses his way up my body and nuzzles the crook of my neck.

His dick is heavy against my hip, the heat of it branding my flesh. I reach down to grip it and Hunter’s agonized groan makes me laugh. “You’re going to have to let me touch it eventually,” I point out.

“I know. I’m just already embarrassed about what’s gonna happen.”

“You can do it,” I encourage. “I believe in you.”

He trembles with laughter. Then he starts to roll over, and for a second I wonder if he’s going to slide his dick inside me without protection. But no, he’s just rising to his knees and leaning over my body to grab a condom from the nightstand.

The square packet is a sobering reminder of the conversation we didn’t have before ripping each other’s clothes off.

“Um.” I gulp. “I know this is awkward, but…I don’t have to worry about any diseases on your end, right…?” I let that hang.

His response rings with reassurance. “I’m one hundred percent clean. I get tested regularly on the team. I can show you my latest results, but they’re a month old.”

“We should get tested together,” I suggest. “Actually, I—” I halt, suddenly horrified. “Oh my God, I should’ve gotten tested immediately after finding out about Nico. Dammit, Hunter! He was sleeping with other girls. What if I’m the one with the disease?”

He chuckles ruefully. “Well, there’s nothing I can do about it now, because I just went down on you for a half hour. But tell you what, we’ll use a condom now and then if we ever want to do this again, we’ll take a trip down to the health center together.”

“Sounds like fun! Couples STD testing!”

He barks out a laugh. I’m glad he found that amusing and didn’t comment on the word couples. It was just a figure of speech, anyway. I know what this is and what it isn’t.

As Hunter grips the base of his dick so he can roll the condom on, I begin to applaud. “Look, you didn’t come from doing that!”

“Yeah, well, you know, the diseases talk usually kills some of the mood.”

“So you’re saying you’re not in the mood anymore?”

He secures the condom, and his erection sticks out like an iron spike. “Does that look like I’m not in the mood?”

I giggle.

“I’m just saying, now I might be able to last a little longer.”

“Good. Get in me already.” And then we’re kissing again and he’s on top of me. I’m still wet, and more than ready, when he enters me.

The moment his full length is buried deep, Hunter releases a streak of desperate curses against my lips. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good.”

He withdraws, then plunges back in.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Why is sex so good?” His lust-soaked expletives heat the air between us.

“Sex or sex with me?” Yep, apparently even during the act of copulation, I resort to fishing for compliments.

“Sex with you,” he says hoarsely.

“So it wouldn’t be this good with anybody else?”

His head jerks as he shakes it, his dark hair tickling my cheek. “I don’t know if it’s ever been this good.”

I’m sure that’s probably his eight-month drought talking, but I like to think maybe it’s me.

He starts to move, and I meet him thrust for thrust by lifting my ass. As he plunges into me over and over and over again, we kiss frantically and make helpless, tortured noises against each other’s lips. It feels amazing. I don’t think I’m going to come again, but I already got my orgasm and now I get to watch Hunter as he comes apart before my eyes.

Anguish creases his forehead. He bites his lower lip, then slowly releases it. He curses. He groans. His eyes are hot with lust.

He fucks me for longer than I expected, and I realize that his chest is trembling and his features are taut because he’s trying desperately not to lose control. So I scrape my nails down his back and squeeze my inner muscles around his dick. “Let go,” I urge.

He moans. “You sure?”

“Uh-huh. There’s nothing hotter than watching you right now. Give it to me.”

Heat flares in his eyes and then his hips snap forward. The tempo quickens. His breaths come out in short pants, until he gives a final thrust and I can feel the orgasm shudder through his body. When he peers down at me, he looks sleepy and sated and it’s so damn sexy.

“That was good,” I mumble.

“So good.” His head drops again, his mouth prodding at me as his lips seek any sort of contact. They connect with my chin, and he kisses it before burying his face in my neck.

“I’m sorry I made you break your vow,” I whisper sheepishly, as I hold him tightly against me.

“I’m not,” he whispers back.