“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 donotgive orders.” Her words are a lit match to my skin, exploding into goosebumps. “Theytakewhat they aregiven.” Her hands make their way over my bunched-up jeans, teasing the sensitive skin just above. I’mvibrating 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 thephone 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 widepalm 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.
33
HUXLEY
I’m not sure what I was expecting at this influencer party, but it certainly wasn’t this. The event is sponsored by Hendrick’s, the location kept secret. From the meeting point, we’re all chauffeured in cars reminiscent of the 1920s.
The second location is a converted Catholic church. The pews are missing, and the interior is decorated with hundreds of artificial candles. There are a few bartenders stationed near the altar, dressed just as old-timey as the chauffeurs. Even actors have been hired for various roles, like an indentured mermaid in a bathtub full of treasure placed in the middle of the church floor.
