Chapter Seventeen
Barra was chuffed that she’d had the foresight to bring along her extra hoodie. She planned to spread it out across the jungle floor into a makeshift picnic blanket, but first she needed the rest of their clothes to finish the patchwork she had in mind.
Thank goodness it wasn’t raining, but at the same time, Barra was grateful it had bucketed down earlier.
The camera crew was still stranded on the beach under a sagging tarp strung between two palms, and Landon, the one with the waterproof camera, had apparently come down with the sniffles and had taken the camera with him to the hotel last night.
No one had followed her toward Moon Pit.
She knew because she’d checked. If they had, she wouldn’t be peeling Allie’s shirt over her shoulder and laying it on the ground beside the rest of their clothes.
She’d chosen the driest spot she could find. It was a small clearing beneath the thick, overlapping leaves of a palm, where the ground was more damp than soaked.
“What about snakes?” Allie asked, wearing nothing but silk panties and a matching black lacy bra that belonged everywhere but in this jungle.
Barra had hardly paid Allie’s panties any attention before today.
She’d always been far more interested in what came after they were gone.
But she couldn’t help but appreciate them today.
“Shouldn’t we be worried about snakes or spiders? ”
“The rain would’ve scared away the snakes,” Barra said, snatching her eyes away from Allie’s chest and toward the growing blanket. She wasn’t even sure if what she said was the truth. Were snakes even scared of rain? If they were, surely they wouldn’t survive out here.
Allie didn’t ask a follow-up question, though Barra had a feeling she wouldn’t. Her eyes were hungry as they swept across Barra’s body. Then again, Barra was just as hungry. She couldn’t arrange the makeshift blanket fast enough.
When it was as ready as it could get, she closed the gap between them and kissed Allie so hard she could feel Allie’s pulse beneath her fingertips.
One thumb moved to the crook of her neck, the other to the strap of her bra, which she flicked loose as easily as she’d flicked change into a fountain.
Then, when Allie’s panties landed on the same pile as her bra, Barra stepped in even closer and groaned at the skin-to-skin contact.
She bent her knees slightly, slipping down Allie like a drop of rain until she could lick a strip between Allie’s breasts.
A second later, Barra shifted her head a few inches left, because seriously, she wouldn’t dream of doing anything other than wrapping her mouth around Allie’s hardened nipple. Not when they taunted her like that.
She flicked it thrice with her tongue before moving on to the other. Then she straightened up and held out her hand for Allie to take. Which she did. She slipped her fingers into Barra’s like there was no better fit than that.
“No more bark rash,” Barra said, guiding them both to the ground.
The makeshift blanket was a few inches too short.
Leaves touched the back of her thighs and something else too, not that Barra was paying it any attention.
She was far too busy admiring the swell of Allie’s breasts, the way her stomach sloped down to her hips, and, fuck, those swollen folds that hadn’t seen a razor in days yet were as smooth as a seal.
Did Allie laser or wax? She nearly reached a hand and stroked a finger along them, but she didn’t want to come off too eager, and besides, she had a plan.
Barra shifted onto her back and patted her chest.
“Emmm,” Allie said, smiling, looking positively elated at the invite.
Barra had a feeling Allie wouldn’t need any further instruction, and she was right.
Allie swung one leg over Barra’s waist and straddled Barra’s stomach.
Her center was soaking wet. Barra nearly moaned at the contact.
No wait. She did moan. She 100 percent let out a moan that had Allie’s smile widen.
“We should’ve done this sooner. Why haven’t we? ”
Barra was just about to say that she had no idea when Allie’s hands cupped her breasts. She rolled both nipples simultaneously between her thumbs and forefingers, and Barra let out a gurgling sound she’d never heard herself make before.
She was just about to laugh, but then she remembered her plan and quickly wrapped her hands around Allie’s ass.
One squeeze and Allie moved up toward Barra’s chest. Another and she was shuffling upward until she was balanced over Barra’s face.
Barra pulled Allie down to her mouth and didn’t waste a second.
Out here seconds were vital. The other contestants could decide to wander to Moon Pit any second.
The camera crew could easily come looking for them.
The only solace she had was that they would have to walk a considerable distance south of Moon Pit to see them, and no one ever ventured that way.
If they did, Barra shut down that possibility before it had the chance to ruin anything.
Instead, she focused hard on what her tongue was doing as it hit Allie’s folds.
Allie let out an “Oh, fuck.” And then Barra licked another stripe along her sex, this one deeper, followed by another, that one longer.
If the roles were reversed, Barra would want Allie to first lap at her before working her clit, which was exactly what she did.
They’d hooked up enough times now to realize that their preferences were surprisingly similar, if not identical.
The slower the start, the faster the ending.
Allie leaned back, arching her spine while her hands moved to Barra’s thighs.
She clawed at the skin in a way that made Barra move her tongue faster.
And faster. Then, to add fuel to the fire, though Barra knew her tongue was doing all the work, Barra reached a hand up and cupped Allie’s right breast. Her nipple was so peaked, it poked Barra’s palm.
She loved that, and she loved the way Allie’s thighs clenched the sides of her head.
And most of all, she loved the way Allie was riding her face, lifting up, then down with the rhythm of Barra’s tongue.
She loved every minute of this, including how exposed she felt.
Her clit was literally bare to the rain-washed air.
Barra dipped her tongue inside Allie’s heat again and again.
She did this for a count of ten, then closed her lips around Allie’s clit.
But she didn’t suck. Nor did she do anything that could hasten Allie’s orgasm.
Because in that moment, her curiosity felt all-consuming.
All she wanted was to see the expression on Allie’s face.
Barra moved her mouth an inch away, and at the same time, her fingers slid down to Allie’s ass. She rotated Allie’s pelvis back an inch and puffed a breath against Allie’s center.
“Oh my god!” Allie cried.
Barra glimpsed Allie tilting her chin up toward the sky. Her eyes were closed and her breasts were thrust forward. She looked so damn good that Barra couldn’t help the heat throbbing in her own center.
She wondered if it would be possible to orgasm spontaneously, without any sort of physical stimulation, and frankly, the answer was probably yes.
But she had barely two seconds to wonder this because Allie was suddenly reaching a hand back between Barra’s thighs.
Her fingers pressed in all the right places, including Barra’s clit.
Allie rubbed her thumb over and over that bud of nerves and then slid a finger inside.
Once in, she added another and then went back to working on Barra’s clit.
The two combined—Barra’s tongue on Allie’s clit and Allie’s fingers on hers—was so euphoric that Barra was seconds away from coming.
And she would have if Allie’s thighs hadn’t suddenly clenched against her head and if her fingers hadn’t come to a complete stop.
Allie was doubled over, her orgasm clearly working through her body.
Barra, on the other hand, was just about to reach a finger down to her legs to finish the job.
But before she could, Allie was already scooting back, moving herself over Barra before she flattened against her.
Then she slotted a thigh between Barra’s parted legs and shoved herself against Barra’s center without a second of hesitation.
Barra didn’t hesitate either. She started rolling her hips against Allie, humping her leg until that throb turned up a level.
There was more pounding. So much more pounding.
Allie’s fingers were playing with her nipple.
Her lips were on Barra’s neck. And then, without warning, Barra’s orgasm crashed down on her.
“Stop,” Barra said breathlessly, her chest heaving as if she’d sprinted around the track.
But Allie didn’t stop. Not until Barra felt so dizzy she might pass out. Not until Barra squeezed Allie’s waist, gently pushing her off. Then Allie smiled and kissed Barra again, a long and slow kiss.
When Barra finally came up for air, Allie rolled onto her side, her beautiful chest heaving. “Now, should I fetch the brownies, or are you going to?” she said, just as breathless as before.
BARRA WATCHED ALLIE bite into a brownie and moan in almost the exact same way she had ten minutes earlier when Barra had done that thing with her tongue.
Was she jealous? Maybe a little. She hadn’t expected to be competing with a brownie.
But the feeling lasted all of three seconds, because the second Allie stuffed half of it into her mouth and made that sound again, Barra bit into hers.
And then, embarrassingly, she moaned too.
“Okay,” she muttered, swallowing. “That’s even better two days later.”
“Right?” Allie said, already going back for her last bite. “How many are left?”