Bedroom Games (20 page)

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 teeth 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 lounge
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.