I hear Connor snoring like always, indicating that everyone else is asleep, and the moonlight illuminates Savannah’s face enough for me to see her playful smirk.
“Shh, you’re gonna wake the guys. Just sit back and relax,” she says, gripping the base of my cock, then moving to put her mouth on me again.
“No! What the hell? Why would you even think that would be an option after the shit you pulled today?”
She pouts, a small drop of saliva running from her lip before it hits the head of my cock. I hate how good it feels. I hate how good she looks between my legs.
Savannah must take my momentary admiration as permission because before I can stop her, she swallows me back down her throat, pushing me so far my eyes practically bug out of my head.
“Jesus Christ,” I cough as my fingers, which are still wound in her hair, tighten.
She makes a soft slurping noise as she draws herself up before pushing back down again. Fuck, I know I should kick her out. Everything in my head is begging, screaming at me to do so. But ifa gorgeous half-naked woman crawled into your bed and started sucking you off, can you honestly tell me you’d kick her out?
Yeah, me either.
“You pissed me the fuck off today,” I whisper through clenched teeth as I use the hold I have in her hair to maneuver her up and down.
“I know,” she mutters around my cock.
“We agreed you wouldn’t say anything. That I could be the one to tell Courtney. You hurt her for the fun of it,” I snarl low, thrusting her head back and forth until I’m all but using her.
She takes it so well, too fucking well, like she was made for hate-fucking. Her hand comes to my balls, massaging them in a way that has me curling my toes. Oh fuck. Shit. It’s completely out of my control. I literally lose my vision, lose my entire goddamn mind, and comehard. Savannah swallows down every drop I have to give and then some, until I’m releasing my hold on her hair and slumping back on my bed.
I attempt to catch my breath but fail miserably, my ragged breathing filling the room. Savannah slowly pulls away from me, and I think she’s going to run back to her room, but she surprises me instead by straddling my lap and grinding her wet pussy against my cock. Okay, not half-naked woman. Fully naked.
My cock is already hardening again, and I don’t know how that’s even possible because I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my entire life. Her hand wraps around my cock, then she rubs my tip through her pussy, not fully sinking herself down, though, like she’s waiting for me to make the move. Like she wants me to come to her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
Her words catch me by surprise. She doesn’t seem like the type to apologize.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I thought Ididn’t have a chance, so when you kissed me first… I saw an opportunity, and I took it.”
“Is that what you call this?” I ask through clenched teeth, so much in me still desperately trying to fight… whatever the hell is going on here.
She gives me a seductive smile that makes my cock twitch as she runs it through her pussy once more. “No, baby, this is what I like to call sealing the deal.”
Chapter Fourteen
Courtney
When I woke up this morning, I went in search of Noah immediately but was quickly blocked off by a security guard or a crew member who looks like he eats five thousand grams of protein a day and can shit a llama. Yeah, I know. That visual wasn’t great for me either.
They said that the guys and girls were being separated for the day before the ceremony, which I felt was really weird, but hey, what do I know about running a reality TV show, right? Luna and I spent the day sunbathing by the pool, though some of the girls started getting ready for tonight at ten in the morning—literally. No hate to them, I know some of them are really excited and anxious. I just don’t know how it’s physically possible to work on your appearance for ten hours.
Luna takes a bite of the huge salad she made us before she looks out at the ocean from her lounge chair. “You think I’m making the right choice?” she asks.
I can’t see half her face behind her giant sunglasses, but I’ve spent enough time with her already to be able to read how fucking nervous she is.
“Yeah. Why are you second-guessing yourself?”
Her leg shakes anxiously as she shrugs. “I came here searching for someone who really wanted me.Me, you know. As a first pick, not a consolation prize. If I pick him, I know who he’ll be thinking of,” she says, giving me a heavy look.
I roll my eyes. “Stop. You’re reading wayyy too much into it. You said your date went great and that the kiss was even better.”
“Yeah, it was. I don’t know. This is making me all insecure and shit, and I hate it,” she says, shivering, like she’s allergic to emotions.
I laugh and nod. I’d be lying if I said I was completely at ease. I mean, I think this entire scenario is designed to make us all go fucking crazy. And clearly it’s working.
