“What? Why?”
“Because Noah is watching us like a desperate loser who just realized what he used to have.”
Something in her shifts at that, and she casually rolls her neck to the side like she’s stretching so she can glance his way. When she turns to face me, revenge is heavy in her features, and she smirks.
“That fucker never had me.”
“Attagirl.” I grin as she leans down, cupping my face in her hands before she brings her lips to mine.
They’re soft at first, gentle. But all it takes is one swipe of my tongue against the seam of her mouth to have her opening up for me. A soft moan escapes her, and I place one hand on her ass, dragging her against me as my other hand tangles in her hair. I wind my fist around her curls and yank sharply, earning a needy moan from her as she arches into me. I take full advantage of it, running my lips up and down her neck as her hips begin gyrating against me.
Christ.
My eyes flick over to the ping-pong table, where Connor is now holding Noah back. He’s staring at us with wide eyes likehe’s going to run over here and… do what? Pull us apart? Fight me? Good fucking luck. I’ve got at least twenty pounds of muscle on the guy, and honestly, I’ve been itching to let a little aggression out. Only ways to do that are to fight or fuck. If I’m honest, though, right now, I’m leaning towards the latter.
Moving my attention back to the needy woman in my lap, I pull her head back down to me. Her pussy grinds against my cock, and I don’t try to hide how hard she’s got me, tilting my hips up to meet her every move.
Her hands move to my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin in a way that has me biting back a moan of my own. Our tongues tangle, and suddenly, I don’t give a fuck about putting on a show. I just want more of this. More of her.
I tease the edge of her bathing-suit bottoms with my fingers before tugging them to the side. I wait for a moment to see if she’ll push me away, but when she doesn’t, I let them drift against her skin. She gasps into my mouth when I trace the outline of her pussy. As soon as I push two fingers inside, though, she can’t hold it in, and she lets out a moan that can probably be heard across the entire island.
I begin pumping my fingers in and out of her, hidden beneath the water around us, and her body begins to shake and shudder. At this point, I’m not sure if she’s riding my hand or I’m finger-fucking her. I think it’s both, and I’m fucking loving how needy she is for it. For me.
I feel her pussy beginning to spasm around my fingers already, and I push a little deeper before rubbing against her G-spot. Courtney gasps before burying her head into my neck.
“Oh my God! Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCKKK!” she screams into my skin.
I don’t slow my rhythm or lose pace for a moment, forcing her to take every ounce of pleasure possible.
When she has nothing left, she collapses into my arms, lettingout ragged breaths for several moments before she slowly lifts her head. Our eyes meet, and I can’t help but move my gaze from her eyes to her mouth before she pushes away gently, floating on her back, as if I didn’t just make her see stars.
Shifting in my seat, I do my best to ignore my rock-hard cock. Fuck, I swear I’ve never been this hard in my entire life.
Where the fuck did that come from?
Chapter Twenty Two
Courtney
Landon excuses himself from the hot tub pretty much immediately, while I continue floating. Honestly, I don’t know what to do or say. We got way too caught up in the moment, and once the orgasm haze lifted, my only defense mechanism was to float away. Solid tactic.
Luna and Shane appear. They got to go on their bonus date, or whatever they’re calling it, for winning the challenge, and they’re both looking entirely too lovey and glowy. If I didn’t love this for them, it would make me sick. I’m shipping them hard, though. Not just for the show but for life off the island. If you didn’t already know they’d just met here, you’d think they’d been together for years.
“Hey, lovebirds,” I call out from the hot tub.
They stop in their tracks and change direction, heading over to me, all smiles and stars in their eyes.
“What’s up, bitch?” Luna replies.
“Just hanging out. What about you?” I say with a casual smile, like I didn’t just get finger-fucked within an inch of my life. By Landon of all people. Plot twist!
I know we agreed to play it up for the cameras and stuff, but I know for a fact they won’t be able to use that footage. Which means it was definitely in the name of making Noah jealous. Good. Little fucker could use some humbling. I can’t deny the small voice in my head, though, questioning if I did all of that just to get back at Noah. Maybe a tiny part of me had a good time… I mean, Landon is objectively hot as fuck. Who wouldn’t have a good time?
“We just finished doing some confessionals after our date,” Luna says, smiling as Shane wraps an arm around her shoulder and kisses the side of her head.
“Ooh, what did they have planned for your date?” I ask.
“Oh my gosh, it was amazing. We went on this car ride. Well, it wasn’t really a car,” Luna says. “Like a four-wheeler. It took us up into the woods, and we got to see a ton of wildlife and have a picnic in a tree house.”
