Chapter 27 #2
My lip curls as I look at the man himself—he seems entirely too relaxed after the shit we just had to eat.
Connor’s headphones and blindfold are taken off, and he looks down to see a half-eaten skinned rat on his plate.
“Oh, what the hell?” he shouts.
“Now, Connor, you compared this to something your mother made you eat. Anything you’d like to say to your mom in case she’s watching?” Alex asks.
Connor looks to the camera and lifts his finger up accusingly. “Did you fucking feed us rats when we were kids?”
Several people laugh, but you can tell this revelation is shaking his world.
Alex goes through the results before everyone packs up and heads back to the house.
Courtney’s hand intertwines with mine, and she gives me an encouraging smile. “You did really good.”
“We almost lost, babygirl.”
“True, but we didn’t. Little wins. Besides, you already know if the girls had to do the eating, none of us would have made it very far. You should have seen Savannah dry-heaving as she was feeding Noah.” She laughs. “It was the only highlight of the challenge.”
I smirk as I wrap my arm around her shoulders, or at least I try to. She stops me quickly, her eyes darting to a dark puke stain on my shirt.
Bringing my arm back to my side, I nod. “Rain check.”
Courtney laughs as we make our way back to the house.
I take a hot shower and brush my teeth three times before I even leave the bathroom. When I come out, Courtney has a hot black coffee and greasy French fries waiting for me. I don’t know where she dug these up, but I’m fucking grateful. Anything to get that nasty taste combo out of my mouth.
There’s a heavy air in the house for the rest of the day and leading into the next morning.
There always seems to be when it’s elimination day.
No one wants to go home; no one wants to go back to reality or leave all that money on the table.
Oh yeah, the dream wedding too, I guess.
Funnily enough, that’s a part of the prize that not a single person talks about.
Maybe because the idea of getting married to someone after knowing them for a few weeks is batshit.
Then again, I’m sure it’s not a real marriage or anything.
Probably just a wedding for the audience.
I mean, if Courtney and I have to do a fake wedding in order to win, yeah, I’m down.
We both have a lot at stake. We both need that money.
So if I have to put on a suit and she has to walk down an aisle in a white dress, I think both of us can accept that.
She’d probably look stunning in it, and whether it’s a real ceremony or not, the post-wedding sex would be fucking hot.
“What are you thinking about so intently?” Courtney teases as she drops down into my lap on the couch outside.
We’re dressed for the elimination ceremony, and she chose this green silk dress that rides up in the front and exposes just enough thigh to have my cock throbbing.
My hand instantly moves to cover her bare skin, greedily rubbing it as I savor the silky feel beneath my palm. “Marriage.”
She stills in my lap, and I continue rubbing her leg to reassure her.
“The wedding that comes with the grand prize,” I specify.
Courtney relaxes a bit. “Do you think that’s for real? Like wedding certificate and everything?” she asks.
“It can’t be,” I say. “Probably a gimmick.”
“True… but if you win, it’s not like you could refuse it, right?”
I shake my head. “I doubt it. They want a good show. A happily ever after and all that shit.” I laugh as I continue rubbing her leg, slowly creeping my way higher and higher.
She looks around to see if anyone is watching us. Technically we’re just sitting on a couch in the backyard, anyone could walk over at any minute. Hell, there are cameras watching our every move. Doesn’t bother me in the slightest, though.
“Yeah,” she rasps as I tease the edge of her panties.
“We could put on a good show, don’t you think?” I rumble into her ear.
She lets out a panting breath as she looks over her shoulder at me. “What?”
My mouth lifts into half a smirk as I push my fingers beneath the fabric, tracing the silky smooth skin there. “You and me. We could put on a good show. Get all dressed up, profess some gooey words of eternal love and all that shit. What do you think?” I ask as I tease her pussy.
Courtney lets out another ragged breath. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t?” I ask before pushing two fingers into her.
I slide in too fucking easy, she’s practically dripping down my goddamn hand.
“Your pussy seems to know. In fact, it’s begging for it.”
“Yeah, what can I say? She’s a hussy,” Courtney says with a raspy laugh as she wiggles her hips, encouraging me to push deeper.
I chuckle and rub my fingers against her G-spot before I pull away. Her disappointment is audible, but it’s not for long as I quickly pull my cock out of my slacks.
“What are you doing?”
“Shhh. Be a good girl for me. No talking,” I say, then lift her dress up, pull her ass back so she’s lined up with me and push inside her.
She tries to speak, but I shove my still-dripping fingers into her mouth, silencing her almost immediately.
Courtney makes a muffled sound that dissolves into a groan.
Her hips begin moving slowly as I push her up and down.
From a distance, I’m sure you can’t tell what we’re up to, besides her sucking on my fingers like they’re her favorite goddamn lollipop.
“I said no talking,” I growl into her ear. “Now, you’re going to wiggle on my lap until I fill your cunt up with my cum. That understood?”
She whimpers against my fingers as her tongue wraps around them, and she nods quickly.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise as I shove my fingers deeper into her mouth, forcing her to choke on them like she would my cock, which pulses inside her as her pussy contracts against me.
“Christ, babygirl. You’re doing so well for me. Taking me in your mouth and your pussy. It’s like you were fucking made for me.”
She nods enthusiastically like she agrees, and something about her complete submission has an animalistic part inside me beating its chest.
It looks like Noah and Savannah are coming back from a walk on the beach, and it won’t be long until they see us.
Leaning forward, I murmur into her ear as I begin thrusting harder than before, slamming into her G-spot with each word.
“Noah’s coming this way. Let’s show him what he missed out on.
Let’s show him how good you can come for me, and only me. ”
Courtney’s eyes snap to the couple in the distance before her head falls back against my shoulder and she comes apart.
Her moans are muffled by my fingers but still audible.
She groans against me as I fuck her through her orgasm, finding my own release.
Before I’m done, though, she’s leaping off my cock and dropping to the ground in front of me.
“What—?”
I don’t get to finish my question, still mid orgasm when Courtney shoves me down her throat. My mouth drops open in surprise as she swallows around my cock, pulling out every last drop of cum I have. When she pulls away, she releases my cock with a wet pop and a smirk.
“Where the hell did that come from?” I cough before blinking hard. Jesus. I can’t even see. This girl damn near sucked me blind.
She smirks. “I wanted to see what we tasted like together.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
“And your ruling?” I rasp.
Her tongue darts out, licking her lower lip slowly. “Want a taste?”
What kind of fucking question is that?
I yank her up to me, and she falls into my lap once more as my tongue wraps around hers. It’s a rough kiss, teeth nipping and biting each other’s lips as we savor the taste together. Then I tear my mouth away and rest my forehead against hers as I let out a rough breath.
“Fucking heaven.”
Courtney smirks before placing a tender kiss to my lips.
It catches me off guard, and when she pulls away, I find myself reaching for her neck, holding her in place so I can have another.
She grants me that, and I treasure it, wrapping my arm around her tightly before we pull away.
Something unspoken sparks between us. Something we don’t have to voice. She can feel it just as much as I can.
I hear footsteps in the distance and see Mason and Angel come to greet Savannah and Noah.
The latter still has his eyes trained towards us, narrowed into slits.
Oh yeah, almost forgot about him. I know I shouldn’t provoke him, but honestly, I couldn’t care less.
He’s a piece of shit. He hurt Courtney, and I don’t have any problem in helping redeliver a little bit of what she had to face.
And I got off, so it really is a win-win situation.
Everyone else begins filing out of the house, so I guess it’s time for the elimination ceremony. Courtney stands up, adjusting her panties and shimmying her dress down. I stuff my cock back into my pants as quickly as I can before standing.
“You good?” I ask.
“Yeah, I just have a good amount of cum in me,” she says, laughing. “Think I can make it to the bathroom before we start?”
I shrug as I look around and find an embroidered towel on a seat.
I grab it and offer it to her; she looks down at the pink letters spelling out “Savannah” and bursts out laughing.
She cleans herself up with the towel, and I laugh even harder when she sets it back exactly how I found it.
We’re the fucking worst, but we’re the worst together, so therefore, I think we’re kinda awesome.
We go through the same motions as before. Everyone who’s safe sits on the couch; those that are up for elimination stand. Alex makes terrible puns that don’t ease the tension at all before he looks at both couples.
“Cora and Andrew, Bella and Connor—unfortunately, two of you will be going home today. We’ve let America cast their votes, and the results are in.
If it makes you feel better at all, this was one of the closest votes we’ve ever had, so it’s clear America will miss whoever goes as much as we all will. ”
Dear God, could he drag it out any more?
“The couple who are packing up their bags and heading home is…”