“Taste me?” I whispered, tantalized by the thought.
“Taste you everywhere.” He sucked on my lower lip and then gave it a nip with his teeth. “You want to know where I’d start?”
“Where?” I breathed. It seemed monumentally important that he tell me and seduce me with delicious words.
“I’ve tasted your mouth,” he said against my mouth, and his tongue stroked between my parted lips again. “You’re sweet as honey there, and have the most delicious little tongue, but it wouldn’t be enough for me. I’d have to go lower.”
And he thrust between my clothed legs again.
“Oh?” My voice trembled, my hands skimming his warm chest, gliding over his shoulders. Moving all over him, as if I could trace his entire body with just my fingertips.
“I’d have to stop at these pretty tits,” he said, and one hand went to the buttons of my flannel nightshirt, dragging it open. “Are you wearing a bra?”
“No, no bra.” I didn’t want to point out that most girls didn’t sleep in a bra. I was too into the moment and didn’t want to distract him. I needed to hear what was next.
“Good.” He slid lower, and I felt a pang of disappointment when his hips left the cradle of mine. I wanted his cock rubbing up against my sex, sliding there with delicious friction.
I promptly forgot about it when his mouth moved to my breastbone, kissing the now-exposed valley of my cleavage, the strip of skin available for his caresses now that he’d pried the buttons open. “Been wanting to see these beauties for weeks now. You have no idea how badly I wanted to peek at you when we were in the shower, but I knew you’d kill me.”
I chuckled. “I would have, yes.”
“Of course, I can’t really see anything in the dark, but I can touch all this silky skin, can’t I? And damn, have I wanted to touch you.”
I arched in anticipation, wanting his touch, too. I’d daydreamed about that as well, his hands and mouth moving over my skin, worshipping me.
He pulled the last of my flannel nightshirt apart and the fabric fell to my sides. I felt the cool air on my exposed torso, and then his big, warm hand skimmed down my front. “I bet this is a beautiful sight,” he told me. “All pale skin and soft curves.”
I had a bit of a tan now thanks to laying out by the pool all day, but I didn’t interrupt his dreamy words. How could I? Every syllable was making me wetter. I’d have an orgasm from sheer conversation alone if this kept up.
“What color are your nipples?” Brodie asked. “I can see them in the dark, so I know they’re small and perfect, with the prettiest little tips. They look dark. Are they?”
“Yes.” My voice was trembling nearly as much as the rest of me. “And I hear they taste pretty good.”
He groaned. “Do they? I have to know for myself.” He leaned in and his mouth traced the slope of one breast, and then he cupped the globe of it in his hand, pointing the nipple toward his mouth.
And he licked.
I nearly came off the bed. Shocking waves of pleasure ripped through me, and I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then and there. “Brodie,” I moaned. “Oh god.” I needed more. I wanted another lick just like that one.
“Mmm, you do taste good,” he told me. His hand cupped my other breast and he gave it the same attention the other one had been given—a long, slow taste. Then he circled the nipple with his tongue and lapped at the stiff peak, nuzzling it. “You have some of the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen. They’re real, aren’t they?”
I smacked his shoulder, the words taking me a bit out of the moment. “Of course they’re real. Jesus.”
He laughed at my outrage, and then he leaned down to bite at my nipple again. “Have to say, they felt real. I’d say you’re lucky to have such pretty tits, but I think I’m the lucky one here, because I get to put my mouth all over them.” And he licked at them again, his mouth moving to tease one nipple while his thumb coaxed the other.
I writhed underneath him, panting. My hands went to his hair, and I dragged his face against my breasts, needing more of his tongue against my flesh. I wanted his mouth everywhere and on every inch of my skin.
“I could stay here all night,” Brodie murmured, flicking at one nipple with the tip of his tongue and then rubbing his chin against it. The abrasive feel of stubble on his chin brought a new sensation to the mix, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “But I have other plans for this evening.”
“Other plans?” I echoed, a thrill shooting through me at the thought. “What’s that?”
“I’m thinking of one spot in particular,” he told me, and a wicked grin curved his mouth in the darkness. He slid further under the blankets, moving between my legs.
Excitement shuddered through me, and my hands clenched on the sheet as I pulled it over my head so I could watch what he was doing underneath. Was he going to go down on me? For all that guys liked to talk a good game, I found that most didn’t want to go down on a girl unless they were in a serious relationship with her, and oral sex was a treat that seemed to be scarce for as many times as I’d gone down on a guy myself. It was definitely not equally reciprocated.
“Yeah, I thought I’d taste your foot,” Brodie said in a sexy voice. “Maybe suck on your toes.”
That shattered my little fantasy. “Um…what?”
He chuckled and leaned in to lick at my belly button. “Got you.”
I gave a small, nervous laugh. “I hope you were joking.”
“Oh, I was. And I hope you’re not wearing panties.”
The excitement returned. “I am, but not for long,” I told him.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, and he tugged at the waist of my pajama pants. “Now, let’s see what we have down here.”
I stifled a laugh. “Can’t you guess?”
“Seeing is believing,” he murmured as he pulled the pants—and my panties—down my hips and then my thighs. “But tasting is even better.”
I shivered at the thought, my hands fisting in the covers and clenching them over my head. It felt steamy under the sheets, but I didn’t want to release them. When we were under the blankets, it felt like our own little cocoon of reality.
Brodie’s mouth kissed at my hip and then licked the skin there. “So far, so good.”
“You approve?”
“Mmm, do I ever.” His lips brushed over my mound, and then I felt his fingers part the flesh there. One digit stroked my slickness, sending ripples of pleasure cascading through me. “You’re wet.”
“I am,” I agreed breathlessly. “That shouldn’t be a surprise.”
“Yeah, but I love how totally wet you get for me.” I felt him shift, and then I felt his tongue stroke over my pussy in a long, languid swipe.
I lay there stunned for a moment, unable to process the sensation of his mouth on my sensitive flesh. It was the culmination of what felt like weeks of delicious foreplay and teasing, and it nearly blew my mind.
Then his tongue swirled around my clit, and he gently sucked.
My body twitched in response, and a breathy moan escaped me. "Oh, Brodie."
"That's right, baby," he murmured against my flesh. "You like that?"
I whimpered my response, pressing a hand to my mouth to keep myself silent. I liked that way too much. There was no way I'd be able to keep my voice down if he kept doing those things with his mouth.
Of course, that aggravating, delicious man did just that again—and more. He sucked at the little nub of flesh and then pressed his tongue against it, flicking rapidly. My hips responded with each flick, flexing and moving until his hands grasped me, holding me still so he could continue to taste me. And he did, and each time his tongue worked over my sex with infinite, aggravating expertise. It was like every lick went straight through my body and left me shuddering with need.
The back of my hand pressed harder against my mouth to stifle my cries, and when his mouth increased his intensity, I bit down against my skin, digging my t
eeth in. It wasn't enough, though, and when his mouth continued to work my sensitive clit and a finger slid deep inside me, I came hard. My body clenched around his finger, and I felt his pleased murmur against my wet flesh as he continued to lap at my sex.
When I finally came down, I panted hard and stopped biting my hand. I'd probably have a bruise there in the morning.
I probably didn't care.
I made a small sigh of pleasure in my throat and reached for Brodie, trying to drag him up my body. "Come here and kiss me," I said breathlessly. "God, that was amazing. You're amazing."
"I know," he said, a hint of amused smugness in his voice. Typical Brodie. Cocky and arrogant and way too charming for his own good. But he slid back up my body and propped himself up on his hands, and then gave me an achingly sweet kiss. "How was that?"
"The kiss?" I asked, still dazed from the experience.
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss my nose. "Everything."
"Mmm. Incredible. You just trying to get me to flatter you?"
"It's entirely possible," he said, and I could hear the grin in his words. "But I mostly wanted to see you come."
"Well, I came. I came hard," I said shyly. My hand throbbed in response.
"I know you did, baby. You were bucking and twisting like a bronco."
That…was an embarrassing comparison. I grabbed him around his neck and dragged him against me. When he fell on top of me, I rolled the two of us over in the bed, and we got tangled in the sheets. It took a moment for us to work our way out, and then I pushed them off, my short hair nearly sticking straight up thanks to the static from the blankets. It took a minute for us to re-situate our blanket fortress, but when we were back under the little private tent of sheets, I was on top of Brodie's shirtless body. I straddled his hips with mine and then ground against his erection with my naked flesh. "Now, how about you? How are you feeling?"
His hands moved to my hips, pinning me against him as he rolled them in response. "What does that tell you?"
I moaned again as his erection ground against my still-sensitive parts. "It tells me that someone wouldn't mind getting his cock sucked."
He sucked in, as if breathless by the visual that offered. "No, no he would not. You offering?"
"You bet I am." I dragged a finger down the center of his chest and then traced one of his flat nipples. "But I'm not hearing a ‘please.’”
"Please, baby," he breathed. "I bet you suck the best cock."
"I bet I do, too," I purred, rolling my hips against his again just to torment him. “Wanna find out?”
“More than anything.”
That was music to my ears. I grinned to myself and slid down his body, echoing his motions from a few minutes ago when he’d done the same to me. When I flexed my ass over his calves, I decided that was low enough, and reached for his tented boxers. “Seeing is believing,” I teased, using his words from earlier against him. “And I believe I need to see this for myself.”
Not that I could see in the dark. Not with the blankets over us.
Not that it mattered.
I dragged the material down his legs and freed his cock for my hands, moaning at the feeling of his hot flesh meeting my palms. There was something about a man’s cock—all that delicate, soft skin over rigid hardness—that made me ache. And Brodie had a gorgeous cock. Thick and delicious, with a big, fat crown. It was like he knew just how perfect his cock was and that was part of what made him so confident. Not that I wanted to feed his ego, of course. “Not bad, not bad,” I murmured.
He gave a short, wheezing laugh as my hands squeezed his flesh. “You kidding me? You love it, don’t you?”
“I would never say such things aloud and inflate your pride,” I told him with a smile. “I think it’s big enough. And I won’t know for sure if I love it or not until I give it a little taste.” I leaned in and ran my tongue over the head of it. “Mmm. Has potential. I think I need to taste it again to make sure.”
“Kandis,” he moaned, voice ragged. “You are such a fucking tease.”
“I am, aren’t I? And you love it.” I dragged my tongue over the head again, tracing it and learning the contours. The head was definitely thick, the ridge around the crown so prominent and delicious that I wanted to spend hours just tracing it with the tip of my tongue and learning all its secrets. The head of his cock was beaded with pre-cum that reappeared no matter how many times I swiped it away with my tongue, and I loved that I was driving him so crazy. I let my fingertips flutter down to his sac and trailed my mouth down his length, exploring him.
He groaned again. “Take me in your mouth.”
His demands were making me all wet with need again, but I didn’t tell him that. I ignored his words and caressed his sac a bit longer and then brushed my lips over the head of his cock in a blatant tease. “Do what with my mouth?”
His hand went to my short hair and he fisted his hand in my locks, pushing my head down on his cock. “Kandis. Need your lips on me. Need to be in your mouth.”
I resisted his pushing. “You need it?” I teased.
“God, yes. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off to thinking about your mouth down there.”
He had? When and where? The thought of him furtively stroking his cock in shadowy corners sent delicious flutters through me, and I rewarded him by closing my lips around the head of his cock. His hand tightened on the back of my head, and this time, when he pushed, I let him guide, taking him deep into my mouth.
“My beautiful Kandis. Just like that. Your mouth is paradise on Earth.”
I swirled my tongue around his cock and then drew back until only the head was in my mouth. Then, I worked him deep again. My hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and it became my goal to take him deep until my lips hit my curled hand. And with every stroke deep into my mouth, Brodie groaned all over again.
Then his hand tugged at my hair. “Get up, baby. I’m going to come.”
I ignored him, working him over, sucking him deep until the head of his cock butted against the back of my throat. His breathing was shallow and rough, and I loved that, loved taking him deep into my mouth and giving him so much pleasure that he lost control.
Brodie’s fingers curled tight in my hair, and that was the only warning I got before he came, the hot splash of his come going down the back of my throat. I swallowed, my throat working around his cock, nearly gagging me with his length.
He pulled out a moment later and his hand caressed my cheek, even as he panted and tried to regain his breath. “That was incredible.”
I swallowed again, wiped the edges of my mouth, and then crawled up the bed to curl up at his side. “Glad you liked it.”
“Loved it,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. He chuckled. “I’m going to be sad when I go home and we’re not sharing a bed any longer.”
I said nothing. Funny how my heart squeezed at the thought of that. So he was already thinking about going home? I hadn’t even considered it. Didn’t want to think about it.
The outside world seemed like a distant, unpleasant place full of worry and stress. At least here in this house, the biggest concern was whether or not someone was going to nominate you. Things like bills and paying the rent and parents on a destructive path didn’t matter.
And in here? I had delicious, sexy, confident Brodie who said he had my back until the end and loved making out with me.
Even if this wasn’t reality, it was enough for me, for now.
~~ * ~~
The next morning, Brodie wasn’t weird about our little make-out session. He simply winked at me over breakfast, as if we were sharing a secret. Then, he treated me like he always had—a bit of flirting, a bit of teasing, and just our normal partnership. I could deal with that. It made things easier.
And if I wanted to hold his hand every now and then when we were all curled up on one of the lounges, just chatting? That was my problem, not his.
We were curled up in the sun on the loung
e chairs that the smokers had claimed as their own, when the intercom chimed, announcing an incoming message. “All contestants please proceed to the challenge area for your final reward challenge of the season!”
The other contestants and I exchanged a glance. “Last reward challenge of the season?” I asked, curious. “Isn’t this kind of early?” I counted heads, thinking. We still had seven contestants in the house out of twelve. That meant at least five more weeks in the house, right? Unless they were planning on switching things up.
“Maybe they ran out of challenge ideas,” Marla suggested and stubbed out her cigarette before getting to her feet.
Maybe so.
We headed to the challenge area that had been roped off and curtained. Since Brodie had Power, he’d be running the challenge. And since we were singles now, I could compete. I lined up with the others and waited for the curtains to be pulled back.
Brodie grabbed the card that dangled from a rope and began to read. “Hello, contestants. This is your last reward challenge of the season, so we’ve decided to make this one truly worth your while. Today, you’ll participate in a zombie party. It’s kind of like musical chairs, but with a twist.” He put down the card and grabbed the cord to the immense challenge-area curtain, dragging it backward and revealing the challenge area.
I blinked. It looked like a giant ball pit. Well, sort of. If ball-pits were a swimming pool filled with reddish water and small pink and green balls. More of the foggy mist from nearby smoke machines covered the area.
Brodie pulled out the card again. “This pit is filled to the brim with balls. Some have been weighted so they’ll sink, and some will float. The pit is once again filled with blood—”
We all groaned, remembering the goopy ‘blood’ from the first challenge.
“—and when I say go,” Brodie continued reading, “you’ll all dive in and look for a ball shaped like a brain. Grab one and proceed to one of the chairs on the sidelines.” He pointed at the row of pink and green chairs on the edge of the tank. Only five were lined up. “The last person to arrive with a brain will not have a chair, and they will be out. Once that round is completed, five will fight, and four will move on to the next round. We’ll continue the challenge in such a fashion until we get down to two people. The last person to win a chair gets the ultimate reward—twenty-five thousand dollars.”
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