Page 97 of False Play
“I swear you’re going to be the death of me,” he growled.
A whimper slipped past my lips when Henry slid out of me. I was already missing the fullness of him and the heat of his skin against mine. He turned me around and laid me on the bed then grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath my lower back.
“What are you—” I didn’t get to finish my question, because without missing a beat, he swiped the head of his cockagainst my center and entered me again. “Oh,” I moaned and shut my eyes at the intense sensation. The way my hips were positioned, I could feel him even deeper.
The moment was inexplicable. I was overwhelmed—in a haze ofhim. The way his bergamot, vetiver scent filled my nostrils, his grunts, his words—everything.
Henry gripped the back of my head, gently forcing me to stare at where we were connected. “Look at how well you take my cock, Kennedy.So fucking good,” he moaned.
I couldn’t stop staring, even if I tried. My eyes raked over every inch of him. The tightness of his jaw, the way his eyes were locked on where we were connected, completely enthralled. His sweaty hair clung to his forehead, and he gnawed his bottom lip, trying to hold back his grunts. My clit throbbed, and I reached for it, rubbing it in quick circles as my eyes settled where his cock continued to pump in and out of me with precision.
His eyes tracked the movement. “Greedy girl. You’re ready for another orgasm?”
“Yes. I’m close,” I choked out. Breathing was a difficult task, but I didn’t care.
He kept pounding into me harder, rougher, and wilder. And it was like magic, the way Henry fucked me. The way our bodies molded together. It was like a moth to a flame. Explosive. Unstoppable.
I tried to shut my eyes as my orgasm was quickly building, but Henry gripped my cheeks between his fingers and forced me to look at him. It was impossible to describe how feral and uncontrolled he looked. Like he couldn’t get enough out of me, of this moment, and he wanted to commit every movement, every touch to memory.
“I want your eyes on me while you come around my cock,Kennedy. I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day I met you.”
His confession sent a ripple of shock through me.
Had I heard him right? He had been wanting me for that long?There was no way.
I kept touching myself harder and faster, and my pussy clenched around him as my climax kept building like a tidal wave surging toward shore.
“Come for me, Kenny.Please, I need it.” His plea was all it took to send me over the edge.
As I climaxed, Henry’s thrusts became wilder. There was no rhyme or reason for the way he was thrusting in and out of me. It was pure, animalistic need as he continued to hit that spot deep inside of me. He thrusted once, twice more, then rested his forehead against my shoulder as his whole body tensed and his cock swelled inside me.
Every feeling, every moment I’d spent with Henry hit me like a truck. How had this happened? How did I go from disliking him to having the best sex of my goddamn life?
Our breathing was labored and in sync as he slipped out of me, then his body sagged on the mattress next to me.
I sighed in awe. “That was…” There were no words. I was still in a haze.
He laughed, wrapping his arm around me and dropping a kiss to my forehead. “I know. Fucking insane.”
TWENTY-FIVE
HENRY
FOR THE RECORD, I MISS YOU, TOO.
My heart was painfully tight,and it was hard to breathe.
I was pissed off at the whole fucking world. At Coach Sloane, too. Because why, exactly, was I still benched?
I was doing agreatjob at keeping my head down and minding my business.
But when I approached Coach and asked him if he would consider putting me in to play against the Vancouver Sharks, he simply stared at me with a blank expression and shook his head without a word.
And that was that. End of the conversation.
My head was entering a dark place, and I was desperately trying to hold on to anything to not get drowned by it. Vancouver always brought out the worst in me, and being benched fueled all those feelings with a fresh set of fury and frustration.
Hayes jumped over the boards and sat on the bench next to me with a pained groan as he chewed on his mouthguard. “Fuck. That shift was painful.”
