Page 33 of Play the Part (Marsford Bay #2)

HUXLEY

I ’m not sure how I let Connie talk me into this. But if I’m being perfectly honest, it didn’t take much arm-twisting either. She had the idea this morning and had me agreeing to it in under a minute. Besides, how can I ever deny her?

Now, it’s a few hours before the influencer party, and I’m sitting on the edge of her hotel bathtub with a towel around my neck while Connie paints black hearts over my blue hair with hair dye.

She giggles above me. “This is going to look so good. I’m a genius.”

I grin but keep my head down. The dye is cold on my head, but the wet strokes of the brush feel nice on my scalp, especially knowing who’s holding the brush. A vague but thrilling feeling tingles down my spine; the sensation is hard to describe with words.

I’ve been trying to keep my hands to myself while she works on my hair, but it’s getting harder and harder by the second. Her tits are directly at eye level, all snug in that little tank top of hers, and I’m starting to feel like a feral stray desperate for a hot meal.

“Can’t wait to show you off,” she says under her breath. It’s said so casually that it takes me a second to register what she just said.

When I do, my stomach flips with the implications.

“Yeah?” I reply, trying to sound just as casual as she did. “Are you going to show me off online, too?”

Idiot. You sound so desperate.

Connie falls silent, and I wish I could take it all back. Her fingers smooth over my buzzed head, followed by the stroke of the brush, and the tingles continue their descent down my body.

“I told Jamie about us last night.”

“Oh?” I wasn’t expecting that answer, and my voice cracks around my reaction. I cringe, but I power through, needing to know what us really means to Connie. “What did you say exactly?”

“That we were …” She pauses. “You know, seeing each other.”

Vague. But I’ll take it. It also explains why my brother called me this morning. There’s no plausible universe where James would keep such a thing from Ozzy.

But that’s only speculation since I didn’t actually pick up his call.

“How did she react?”

“A lot better than I expected, actually. I think she’s just happy that I’m moving on from —” She stops in her tracks as if not wanting to name her ex out loud.

“Everything that happened back in LA.” She laughs, but it’s a little dejected.

“I guess I was the only one who thought you and I getting together was such a bad idea. I’m not sure why I thought it’d be a much bigger deal than it is. ”

“I should tell Sophia,” I mutter.

“Oh, she already knows.”

“What?” I say, slightly alarmed. “When? ”

Connie takes a step back as if assessing her work, then her eyes flick to mine, and she smirks. Her smile slowly widens, seemingly finding my reaction amusing. She rubs her forehead with the back of her gloved hand, still holding the brush.

“I don’t know, like, a few days before I called you?”

I can’t believe my sister didn’t mention it.

She’s a fucking vault that one.

“Why would you tell Soph before James?”

“Because you were ignoring me, and I needed advice, so I went straight to the source.”

“And what did she say?” I ask with a bite of impatience.

I suddenly feel way too perceived, my shirt collar tightens around my neck at the thought of being discussed and dissected like a lab rat.

She winks. “That’s between her and I.” She doesn’t give me a chance to react. Throwing the dye brush in the sink, she takes her gloves off before swiveling back to face me, her hazel eyes sparkling. “I’m done. Want to see?”

She holds out both hands for me to take and pulls me up to my feet. I know she wants me to see myself in the mirror, but I take the opportunity to circle my arms around her waist instead and pull her into me.

I kiss her softly and with no urgency. She hums in response, her hands slipping up my pecs to rest close to my shoulders, and my body tingles from my nape to the very tips of my fingers.

After finally having a good, long taste of her lips, I pull away but keep my arms circled around her. Connie’s only a few inches shorter than me, so her chin lifts slightly, gazing longingly into my eyes.

“What was that for?” she says dreamily, rubbing my shoulders.

I smile warmly and give her another lingering kiss before answering, “Because I can.”

Her gaze turns hooded, and she giggles, kissing me back. Quickly breaking away, she takes my hand and pulls me to the mirror.

“Look,” she says proudly. “Do you like it?”

I take a step closer, leaning the upper half of my body toward the mirror while I stare at my reflection. A dozen or so black hearts adorn my head, contrasted against the fading blue of my hair. I turn my head from one side to the other and grin, finding her gaze through the mirror.

“I love it.”

She beams and lifts her heels up and down while clapping her hands as if she won a prize.

My grin widens as I turn around to face her and lean my palms against the bathroom counter.

“So we need to wait, what? Like thirty minutes before rinsing it off?” I ask.

She grabs her phone from her back pocket and checks the time. “Yeah, more or less.”

“Do you need to start getting ready?”

When her eyes slide back to me, her excitement has turned into something a lot more sensual. She shakes her head and quirks a smile. Sauntering up to me, she delicately places her phone on the counter beside me.

I haven’t moved, my palms still pressed up against the cool marble. There’s a look in Connie’s eye that has me turning into stone, not wanting to miss a single one of her movements. As she leans close to my ear, I feel her fingers working on my belt.

“Actually,” she whispers before catching my earlobe with her teeth. I shiver. “We have some time to waste.”

I don’t have the chance to react before she sinks to her knees, my belt now unbuckled. I curse under my breath and let my head fall backward for just a few seconds, my lust going from quietly smoldering to burning hot.

Quickly, I return my attention to Connie kneeling at my feet. I can barely believe my eyes. How many times did I imagine her like this?

Needy. Willing.

And wanting me.

Me.

“Connie,” I rasp.

I say her name breathlessly. Like a wish. Like a prayer.

When she hears me call her name, her lashes flutter, her hooded eyes slowly moving up my body to meet mine. Something in her gaze tells me she knows I didn’t say it because I had something to say, but simply because I needed to say her name out loud.

I still haven’t moved when she undoes my button and zipper. My forearms strain and flex with the heady anticipation of her mouth wrapped around my cock.

With a hard tug, she pulls my boxers and jeans down to the middle of my thighs. My already hard cock springs out, and I’m weak in the fucking knees by the time her hand wraps around the shaft.

She hums under her breath as her palm slides up and down in a slow and exploratory pump, her tongue dipping out for a quick, teasing lick around the head. The euphoric sensation of her hot tongue on my cock explodes in ripples of pleasure inside of me.

“Fuck,” I hiss as my palms turn into fists on the bathroom counter.

She looks up with a devilish smirk. It’s in that very moment that I realize how much power she holds over me. I’m the one on my knees, not her.

“If you stay nice and still for me,” she says, her voice like the softest of velvets. Her smirk curls upward, her stare darkening. “And keep your hands to yourself. I’ll let you come on me wherever you want.”

My mind catches fire at the tone of her voice. Sexual and with tantalizing authority threaded through every word, vowel, and consonant. She lets go of my cock, and I whimper at the loss of pleasure. But I stay perfectly still as I watch her lean back on her heels.

Keeping her eyes on mine, she opens her mouth and flattens her tongue, placing the tip of her index atop it.

“Here,” she says. Her finger slides to her cheek. “Or here.”

Her movements are slow and so utterly fucking erotic. I almost forget not to move, my cock aching to be touched. I watch with rapt attention as the pad of her finger moves down to her neck and then down the middle of her chest.

“Here, maybe?” she teases as she circles her breast.

My nails dig into my palms at the sight of her.

So confident and so fucking beautiful. She’s going to kill me if she continues like this.

She’s going to fucking kill me.

She pursues her slow descent into madness, my madness, her finger meandering down her stomach. When she reaches the top of her jeans, she slides her knees open, deliberately slow, and places a dainty finger at the very middle of her legs.

She lifts a brow, her tongue swiping over her bottom lip before saying, “Or here?”

My head falls backward again, and I groan so loud, I feel it vibrate in my chest. I snap my gaze back to Connie on her knees.

“Then hurry the fuck up, baby, and wrap those pretty lips around my cock.”

It’s almost a bark. Impatient and demanding. But Connie is unfazed, her tongue pushing against her cheek in delight as her eyes turn from hazel to black.

“Now, now,” she says with a soft drawl as she lifts from her heels and smooths her palms up my legs and thighs.

Her gaze is intense and smoldering. “Good boys do not give orders.” Her words are a lit match to my skin, exploding into goosebumps.

“They take what they are given .” Her hands make their way over my bunched-up jeans, teasing the sensitive skin just above.

I’m vibrating with need when Connie’s hands finally wrap around my twitching cock. “Understood?”

I swallow hard, already feeling so close to the edge just by Connie’s teasing words. I nod ardently, desperate and eager.

She smirks, and after what feels like an eternal, liminal moment between us, she breaks eye contact and looks down. She flattens her tongue against my cock and licks my shaft from base to tip before her mouth swallows the head.

My relieved whimper turns into a long moan, and I’m suddenly lightheaded from the wave of pleasure washing over me.

My arms shake as I struggle to keep my hands to myself when all I want is to touch her. To stroke and caress her hair as I watch her head bob up and down.

My knees buckle when Connie’s cheeks hollow around my shaft, and she swallows me even deeper. Her gagged, throaty moan zips through my cock and up my spine as she keeps her hands fisted around the base of my length, stroking upward and then down with the same rhythm as her hot wet mouth.

I start to babble. Telling her how amazing she feels, how perfect she is, how utterly and painfully fucked I am for her.

My fingers grip the edge of the counter, and with every swipe of her tongue, every slurp of her mouth, and pump of her hands, I move closer to delirium.

My palm slips sideways, and my hand bumps against Connie’s phone.

As soon as I look down, the urge to take her picture takes over.

I stare at her phone. Deliberate.

Finally, I pick it up and open the camera with one hand.

Technically , I’m still keeping my hands to myself.

Connie doesn’t notice as I take a few pics, the vantage point is nothing but delectable. A fucking masterpiece and I beg the heavens that she’ll agree to send them to me.

My cock hits the back of her throat, and another wave of pleasure surges over me.

No longer able to multitask, I drop the phone beside me and grip the counter again.

I won’t last long at this pace. I’m already trying to hold it off, desperate to feel her mouth on my cock for as long as I humanly can.

“ Fuck ,” I croak, my chin falling to my chest in a vain attempt to see more of Connie on her knees and my cock disappearing into her tight throat.

Her eyes lift up, watching me, studying me, never stopping her maddening rhythm.

“Lift your shirt up, baby,” I say with a clenched jaw and a tremble in my voice. “Let me see those perfect tits.”

She slides me out of her mouth, a string of saliva still connecting her lips to the tip of my cock. Falling back on her heels, she carefully slides her fingers over her open mouth wiping her face, so lewd that it makes my cock twitch.

Pulling on her tank top, she tugs it over her head, revealing her lacey black bra underneath, red hair tumbling down her freckled shoulders. Her attention falls back on me, pinning me with her stare, and I shiver. She tilts her head to the side and grins.

“You listen so well, baby,” she rasps, and I think I might come right then and there. She licks her lips, hooded eyes glazed dark and penetrating. “You can touch me now.”

The relief is immediate. I take a step forward, tilting her chin up before threading my fingers into her hair. I tug hard on my cock, fucking my fist, knowing I’m only a few pumps away from absolute bliss.

“Look at you,” Connie whispers. There’s genuine awe in her voice, and my cock swells, my muscles cording with pleasure. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

“ Fuck, Connie ,” I say breathlessly, my eyes slamming into hers while I come all over her neck and chest. My release lands in milky spurts on her skin, and I’ve barely finished before I fall to my knees in front of her.

My actions are primal, my mind blank, as I place a wide palm on her heaving chest. I slide my hand up her neck, coating my release all over her heated skin before curling my fingers around her jaw.

I dip my fingers into her mouth before taking them out to kiss her with all the energy left in me.

Her body responds immediately, pushing herself against me, her hands around my face, deepening the kiss.

We kiss like we mean everything to each other.

Like nothing will ever come between us.