Stud Muffin

by Lauren Landish

“That can be arranged. I know Alani’s sister is quite skilled,” Wesley says. “But I hear she’s a little . . . forceful.”

  Now it’s Caleb’s turn to gulp, and I have to snicker. Wesley chuckles, too, and points. “Now, ladies to this hallway, and men to this one.”

  I give Hannah a look. She bites her lip as she looks at me. We both know what we want, but with everyone else here, there’s nothing that we can do about it. Instead, I follow Caleb through the blue curtain and into the changing area, which is already warm as I strip down.

  The two of us walk through the connecting door to the shower room, which is a lot hotter than the changing room. “Fuck, it’s hot,” Caleb says, already red-faced and sweating. “If the shower room’s like this, what the fuck is the steam room supposed to be like?”

  “We’re about to find out,” I say as we finish a quick rinse and head to the steam room, which isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It’s nowhere near as humid. We settle in on the fragrant wooden lounge chairs that are there for us, and I sigh, feeling my muscles start to unknot, and for a few long minutes, we’re silent. It smells like apples, of all things. Finally, Caleb breaks the silence. “So what are you thinking about all this? What did Oli say this morning?

  “He’s as surprised as we are about the whole thing. He’s a pro though, said to do my best, be honest and fair, and of course, he’s expecting me to win Wes over. It’s just…” I let out a big sigh.

  Caleb gives me a side-eye. “You’re a good guy, Tony. You’ve had a couple of bad deals lately, but you always do your best. When he brought me on for this, he told me that he’s proud of you, how far you’ve come and how fast you’re learning. I think you might be a little distracted right now though. Not that I blame you.”

  I sputter, “I’m not…I’m not distracted.” as I push a hand through my hair, knowing that I’m lying to myself as much as I am to Caleb.

  “Really? So I’ve been meaning to ask, what went down up there on the hike after we left?”

  “A better question would be to ask if you enjoyed carrying Cassie back?” I ask, evading the question.

  Caleb grunts and shifts around a little. “That girl is lucky I didn’t drop her and keep on my merry way. Dude, she’s got a mouth on her.”

  I laugh, enjoying the feeling. I haven’t been laughing enough recently. “Are you saying you’re not attracted to her?”

  Caleb shakes his head, chuckling. “She’s cute. But our banter just feels like it comes from a different place than that, like there’s no real sexual tension attached. She thinks she can get away with shit just because she’s got that young and innocent look about her. If I were really into her, I’d bend her over my knee and spank her.”

  Caleb goes quiet for a moment when I don’t respond, then sighs. “Fuck, it’s so hot in here. I can’t handle this sauna shit. I’m gonna find out what these recovery gardens are. You gonna hang out in here a while longer?”

  He stares at me as I climb to my feet and head back toward the shower area. “Where are you going? The recovery gardens or whatever he called them are the other way.”

  I shake my head, opening the sliding door. “I have to go take care of something first. I’ll be there soon.”

  I step through, closing the door. I hear him mutter something but the closing door obscures it. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I head to the other hallway. I find the girl’s sauna room. Their space is laid out a little different from ours. I knock on the wood door. There’s a sharp cry of surprise, and Cassie, her face covered in some sort of green goop, sticks her head out. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “There’s someone who is expecting you in the recovery gardens,” I lie, jerking my thumb over my shoulder. “Something about his back needing a massage for carrying you.”

  Cassie stares at me, ignoring the fact that I’m in just a towel. “Seriously? I wouldn’t touch him if he was the last dick on earth.”

  I snort, giving her a smile. “Yeah, well, it’s not the last one on earth, but I’m sure he’s willing to give you a nice massage in return as a thank you.”

  Her eyes flash. Caleb’s going to kill me, but this is more than worth it. “Well, since you put it that way, I guess I can go keep him company. As long as I get mine first.”

  Cassie’s head disappears back into the room, and I hear her talking. “I’m going to go rock someone’s world to the point he’ll want to be my love slave. Oh, and you’ve got a visitor.”

  Cassie comes out a moment later, her face freshly scrubbed and a towel wrapped firmly around her upper body, and walks off.

  I chuckle, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves before I open the door. As I reach for the handle, I hear Cassie on the other side talking loudly to Caleb. “Yeah, I’m back. I hear you’re ready to give me a massage, but no funny business . . .”

  I shake my head—she is a trip—then I walk in. My breath stops in my throat as I see Hannah, sitting on one of the wooden lounge chairs, no spa mask but her body also wrapped in a towel. I guess they both decided to ignore Wesley’s rules. Hannah’s legs look long and beautiful as she sits up, my cock hardening underneath my own towel as I imagine what treasures lie underneath. Her skin’s flushed, and her eyes are wide as she sees me. “What are you doing here?”

  “Tell Cassie sorry, but I had to lie to get her out of here. I came to serve you.”

  “Serve me?” she says suspiciously. “And just what does that mean?”

  I look around, seeing a bottle of coconut oil lotion, and pick it up. It’s more than just coconut, but all I can say is that it smells heavenly, and I can only imagine Hannah smelling the same way. “Yeah. I thought you could use a little spa treatment.”

  Hannah bites her lip, looking at me uncertainly. “But—”

  “Just relax,” I reply. “I promise, it’s just what you need.”

  She hesitates a moment but gets up, going to the connecting door to the relaxation garden, where I see a body-length woven mat on the ground and high walls that separate us from the rest of the world. She lies down on her stomach, and I kneel down next to her, undoing the towel. The soft lantern light of the garden makes her skin glow as I really get my first look at her naked body. The earlier encounter was so shadowed.

  I open my mouth in amazement but shut it as I get some lotion on my hands and start rubbing down her back. With each sweep of my fingers and thumbs, it feels like I’m sewing. Instead of cloth, I’m stitching myself to Hannah, not to her body but something deeper, something scary it’s so intense.

  She moans softly as my hands reach the amazingly soft skin on the back of her thighs, her ass quivering and her knees parting a little. My eyes catch just a glimmer between her thighs, and I want to rush, but I hold back. “So, where’d you learn to use a bow?”

  “What?” Hannah asks, her voice thick as I rub her inner thighs. “Oh, you mean the bowfishing? I learned a little at Girl Scout camp, but that was when I was twelve.”

  She sighs softly as I edge closer, moaning as I pull back to start massaging her ass. The scent of her arousal fills the air as I knead and squeeze her ass, my thumb working toward the middle, and she wiggles her hips lightly, another deep moan coming from her. My cock throbs. It’s raging hard as I think of what I want to do to her. Suddenly, she slides over and pops up on her knees, totally naked. “My turn.”

  I gulp, taking in the glorious sight of her glistening body, my cock oozing precum as I look at her. “I didn’t get your front yet.”

  “I insist,” she says, her voice full of desire. “Lie down and let me return the favor. I’ll get your front.”

  I chuckle. “Fine, have it your way. But you know what you’re going to find.”

  I lie down, undoing the towel around my waist, and Hannah’s eyes go wide as she takes me in. Still, even as her breasts heave up and down from breathing harder, she kneels down and pours some lotion into her hands.

  She starts on my shoulders, rubbing them with sensual strokes as her breasts d
angle just out of reach above my lips as she works the knots out of my muscles. It’s erotic torture as she finds tight spots in my muscles I didn’t even know I had. “Don’t tell me you learned this in Girl Scouts.”

  “No,” Hannah teases as she runs her hands up and down my body. I suck in a breath. Her soft touch feels amazing. She reaches out, wrapping a hand around my hard cock before smiling and bending down. “And I definitely didn’t learn this at Girl Scouts.”

  Her tongue strokes me from tip to base. I’ve never felt anything like it before as the soft massaging texture of her tongue sends shockwaves up my body. She teases me, giving my cock little butterfly kisses before licking the head like an ice cream cone, and I growl. “You’re such a tease.”

  “You didn’t say the magic word yet,” Hannah teases me, licking my cock again. It’s too much, and I reach out, grabbing her calf and pulling her toward me. Hannah fights me for a moment before I pull her hips over my chest. It’s not perfect, but I’m able to bend my head enough to stick out my tongue, running the tip along the wet lips of her pussy, and she freezes. “Oh, fuck.”

  She pushes herself back toward my eager lips and tongue so I can reach her better, and I suck on her pussy before my tongue slides inside her. Hannah cries out, then buries my cock deep into her mouth.

  Every stroke of my tongue is mirrored by hers and every stroke of my hands on her hips and ass makes her bob up and down on my cock, her fingernails scratching at my thighs as we go faster and faster.

  I reach around, grabbing her ass to pull her tighter against me, and as I do, my fingers slide deeper, the tip of my right middle finger stopping as it presses against her asshole. Hannah freezes, pulling her lips from my cock. “Tony . . . please . . .”

  I notice she must like it, and I start to massage her ass with my finger as my tongue circles her clit. Hannah’s moans are of pure, unbridled lust, and she grinds her hips on my mouth, riding my face as I take her. When I feel she’s ready, I slide my middle finger into her while sucking her clit, nibbling on it. I can hear her screams muffled as she gobbles my cock, sucking me like her life depends on it.

  Her mouth is voracious, sucking me hard, her tongue a whirlwind around my shaft. I flick my tongue faster in reply, and I can feel her pressing herself down harder on my face. From deep in her throat, she starts humming, the vibrations driving me wild, and her ass clenches tighter.

  My balls ache, growing tight as she takes me all the way down, sending me rocketing toward my orgasm. I suck harder on her clit, stifled moans coming out as I do. My cock is throbbing so hard it hurts, and I can’t hold back any longer. I only last a second later, thick squirts of my seed shooting into Hannah’s mouth. She moans and sucks hungrily, her pussy soaking my face as she comes right along with me. It feels like she’s sucking my soul out of my cock, and I moan in pleasure as it keeps going, almost feeling like it’ll never end.

  When it’s finally over, we lie there, Hannah’s pussy just an inch from my face as I gasp, trying to slow my heartbeat. Slowly, I withdraw my finger and Hannah turns around, snuggling against me and resting her head on my chest. She licks her lips then kisses me tenderly. “I thought you had a talented cock, but your tongue and mouth . . . you’re a god.”

  “You’re not too bad yourself,” I say, kissing her back. “And tasty.”

  “You’re the tastiest muffin I’ve ever had,” Hannah jokes, and when I give her a raised eyebrow, she shakes her head. “Never mind, just a joke. So . . .”

  “Hannah, I know we’re supposed to be fighting for the property, but that doesn’t mean we have to be enemies, does it?” I ask, and Hannah shakes her head.

  “I guess not,” she says guardedly. “Then again, you’re in the lead.”

  “Hannah, I—” I start to say, but suddenly, there’s a yell and a laugh from the other side of the massage house. I can hear Caleb yelling.

  “Get the fuck back here, that was so wrong!”

  There’s a laugh and the sound of Cassie running. “Gotta catch me first!”

  I look at Hannah, and we both laugh nervously. If we can hear them, they may have heard us. We get up and shower quickly before I retreat to the men’s side to get dressed.

  Caleb’s soaking wet when I get in. Apparently, Cassie thought a bucketful of cold water was a funny prank. But he says nothing as he gets dressed.

  Before we were interrupted, I wanted to tell Hannah that to me, none of this is important anymore. That more than ‘winning’ this contract, I want her. I want to tell her that I’m scared that I’m going to win one and lose the other.

  And no matter what, I don’t want to lose her.

  Chapter 16

  Hannah

  “Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” Cassie says. “Time to go mount that epic comeback!”

  It’s been two days since the hike, and each day, we’ve had two games. Yesterday, we managed to get back within one point after we raced jet skis around the bay and I just edged out Tony. He and Caleb swear it was because I had a weight advantage, but it doesn’t matter. Now, I’m scared. We’re down one point, and by my guess, this might be the last day. Next to the last day at most. Either way, I know our time here is coming to an end.

  “Ugh,” I groan. “I don’t want to get up. My ass is still throbbing from that damn jet ski.”

  “Come on, we’re running behind for breakfast. No time to worry about your aching ass. We need to take care of business today so we can win this. I think we have a pretty good chance. Wesley’s backing off on the purely physical challenges,” Cassie says.

  Rolling out of bed, I quickly get some clothes on. I give my teeth the thirty-second brushing treatment and head downstairs with Cassie to the dining area, where we find the guys walking in with us. Wesley, of course, already has Mo Mo on his shoulder, and I swear if that fucking parrot says anything about my ass, I’m going to strangle her.

  I take a seat, my eyes immediately meeting Tony’s as soon as I sit. He’s dressed the same way we all are, in a t-shirt and cargo shorts, as if we’re trying to be ready for anything Wes throws at us.

  He gives me a smile, just like he always does, but it feels different. When Tony and I first met, his smiles were arrogant, those of a man who knew he was King of the Mountain. Now, they seem genuine, like he’s happy to see me. I’ve tried to keep my guard up just a little bit. I can’t be sure he isn’t just using me, but he doesn’t strike me as that kind of man. “How’d you sleep?”

  I spent half the night wishing you were next to me, and the other half dreaming you were, I want to say before replying. “Well, I think I’m finally getting acclimated. How about you?”

  “We slept great,” Caleb answers for him, grinning like a shark. “Can’t be much longer before we win.”

  Caleb’s boast makes my head spin, although I don’t know if it’s because of the possibility he’s right or the fact that regardless of who wins, our time here is coming to a close. If I win, Cassie and I go back and someone from Aurora will take over the next phase of whatever is going to happen. If I lose . . . I’ll probably never see this place again. Hell, who knows if or when I’ll even see Tony again? And that hurts worse.

  “There’s two team challenges left,” Wesley announces as the staff brings in breakfast. “You are going on an adventure controlled by lines. Latitudinal and longitudinal, that is. You are going on a scavenger hunt. Both teams will be given a list of locations around the grounds. You will be provided with two backpacks per team, one with your supplies and one empty to collect your items. Both teams will have the same list. You can choose to work together or alone. After finding all the items, you will need to assemble a puzzle to complete the task. So teamwork may help you, or it may mean your opponent finishes the puzzle before you. Choose wisely and let your heart be your guide.”

  We all look at each other. This being a more analytical game, I feel like Cassie and I have a good chance. It’s been a long time . . . but map reading was one of my strongest skills in Girl Scouts.
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br />   My mind is telling me to beat the hell out of Tony, but my heart is saying to work with him. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I don’t know if I can trust him or if this is a foolish combination of hormones, stress, and the location. He could be the ultimate player, playing me like a fiddle. It’s just one big clusterfuck of uncertainty.

  After breakfast, we go to the back of the house, where our bags have been laid out on the steps, two in blue and two in red. I look at Tony and make a decision. “Let’s work together as a team? At least until we get the puzzle pieces.”

  “What are you doing?” Cassie whispers, grabbing me by the arm as Tony immediately looks relieved. “Caleb needs his ticket punched!”

  “Are you going to tell me what happened between you two? Since you dumped a bucket of cold water on him, you two have been glaring at each other like you’re each other’s worst enemy.”

  Cassie’s face turns red. “None of your damn business, thank you very much. But you’re the boss, so however you want to do it.”

  I shrug and pick up one of the red bags. It must be the supply bag because it’s packed.

  Tony gives me a questioning look, seeing that Cassie might have a problem. “So, team effort?”

  “Together,” I confirm. Caleb, meanwhile, has a GPS, map, and a piece of paper with coordinates on it. “Whatcha got?”

  “Eight digits,” Caleb says in frustration. “I thought maps had latitude and longitude. What is this shit?”

  I look at his paper and the map and thank my Girl Scout experience. “It’s military grid coordinates. Here, let me see . . . okay, the GPS is set for that too.”

  I show them how to use the map, and Tony takes the lead. I start to follow, but about halfway across the yard, I stop, recognizing that Cassie’s not with us. I turn and see that she’s still standing with her arms crossed, a pissed off look on her face. I go back, giving her a look. “What?”

  “Are you trying to win this or what?” she asks. “You saw it—the guys didn’t know what the fuck they were doing. So why are we working with them? I get it, you like Tony, and I won’t say shit about it. I like everyone here too, but this is our jobs on the line here! The good looks and tight asses go out the window when I might not be able to feed myself.”