Chapter Seventeen #2
Great. Adrienne had skinny dipped with a stunning, six-foot British swimsuit model with breasts the size of melons and multiple Sports Illustrated covers behind her name.
A sharp spike of jealousy flared in Valerie’s chest, and before she could stop herself, the insecurity slipped right past her teeth. “I feel very jealous right now.”
Adrienne opened her eyes and let out a soft, throaty laugh as she tilted her head toward Valerie.
“You don’t have to be. The whole thing ended up in a disaster.
A swarm of mauve stinger jellyfish moved in about three minutes after we jumped in.
I spent the rest of the night in a clinic.
Lesley got stung more than I did. She never spoke to me again. ”
Suddenly a head popped up right next to them.
Sienna’s head. “We’re using the advantage at the next Sending,” she whispered.
Not that she needed to whisper. Everyone else was far too occupied with the matter of whether Tamera or Safiya could launch themselves out of the water like a dolphin.
“I know this sounds like I’m trying to save my ass.
Which I guess I am, but this is exactly what you wanted, right? To vote out Niko and Amy.”
Adrienne stopped floating. “It is,” she said, nodding.
“So we can trust you to vote with us?”
“Yes,” Adrienne and Valerie said at the same time.
“Good,” Sienna replied. Then without another word, Sienna dunked beneath the water and disappeared.
Finally, they were alone again.
The others were still preoccupied and somehow the tide had carried them a little further away.
Valerie wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing.
Could they risk being carried out to the rocks?
But then the water swelled between them and lifted them closer and who even cared.
Valerie had her gaze on Adrienne’s mouth just as her tongue darted out to lick a bead of saltwater off the bow of her upper lip.
Then her gaze flicked down to the rippling water, to the dark, tight points of Adrienne’s nipples beneath the surface and every ounce of her control vanished.
She reached for Adrienne’s hips and pulled her closer.
She moaned when Adrienne’s hard nipples pressed against her chest, and when Adrienne’s right leg hooked around her waist.
“I wish that we were lying on a bed right now,” Valerie muttered breathlessly. In fact, her chest was so tight with want that she could barely breathe. “And that we were completely alone.”
“What would you do to me on a bed?” Adrienne whispered back. The gleam in her eyes was so intense that Valerie nearly forgot to tread. And if she didn’t tread, they’d sink. But would sinking even be that bad? At least they could kiss underwater without being seen.
“For one,” Valerie said, not surprised by the question. There was no doubt in her mind that Adrienne was imagining the same thing. “I’d strip off all your clothes if you were wearing any. Then I’d push you down on the bed, climb on top of your face, and ride you like a horse.”
Adrienne laughed. “Is that really what you’d do?” She hooked her left leg around Valerie’s waist. “Because I was actually thinking of something a little more... intimate.”
Valerie smoothed her hands across the sides of Adrienne’s thighs to her ass.
She had a lovely ass. Perfectly tight. Perfectly soft.
“What could be more intimate than that?” But she knew exactly what Adrienne meant, what she wanted.
“Fine,” Valerie said. “I’ll tell you exactly what I’d do with you.
First.” Valerie snaked a hand up Adrienne’s side and then forward to her chest. She took one nipple between her thumb and forefinger, keeping the whole thing strictly beneath the water’s surface and began to roll.
The whimper that came out of Adrienne’s mouth told Valerie that the pressure was just right.
“I’d make sure you didn’t have a scrap of clothing on your body.
Then I’d tell you to open your legs and spread them wide enough so I can get a good look at you. You’ll do exactly as I ask.”
Adrienne raised an eyebrow. “I will?”
Valerie ignored her question, which was exactly what top energy would do.
“Your thighs will fall open, showing me your gorgeous pussy... and then, while you’re watching me in the dim light of the room, I’ll climb onto the bed, hook my arms around the back of your thighs and kiss you right where your leg meets your hip.
Then your belly button, then your other hip.
When you’re shuddering, because I know you will be, I’ll slide my tongue along your folds and explore for a minute before I make my way to your clit. But I won’t lick. And I won’t suck.”
Was Valerie imagining it, or was Adrienne actually shuddering?
“You won’t?” Adrienne’s voice was a ragged mess.
“No,” Valerie said, shaking her head. “I won’t.
I’ll just kiss you lightly and then I’ll reach over to my bedside table and pull out my dildo.
” Valerie had fantasized about wearing her strap-on with Adrienne.
“And together, we’ll slip the dildo into the pocket inside the harness which will rest right by my clit so we can experience the pleasure together. ”
Adrienne’s thighs were like a boa constrictor around Valerie’s waist. “I want that for you more than anything.”
Valerie chuckled. Then she put on her serious face as her hand slipped down Adrienne’s stomach to the barely-there gap between their bodies.
“You won’t need lube because you will already be wet enough,” Valerie said.
“Then, to start, I’ll use my fingers. I’ll spread your folds just to feel how wet you are, taking my time to feel every part of you.
” Valerie had never used this kind of language before and worried she’d gone too far.
But the look on Adrienne’s face said that too far was impossible.
“And when you can’t take it anymore, when you’re already moaning out loud, I’ll move over you, then lean down to kiss your mouth while I slide the dildo into your warm center. ”
“What then?” Adrienne asked. Her breathing was impossibly fast. Her arms were now circling Valerie’s neck, and they no longer looked like two people in conversation but lovers. Not that either of them cared. “What will you do then?”
“I’ll move a little faster, push it in a little deeper, and you’ll buck your hips and scream my name.”
Suddenly, someone cleared their throat.
Valerie moved so quickly she might as well have been a jellyfish darting away from a predator. By the time she spotted Isla swimming over, she was already more than a foot away.
“Don’t worry,” Isla said, her voice dripping with amusement.
“I’m not here to judge. In fact, I’m the last person on this island who can judge.
Tamsyn had me pinned against a red gum tree more times than I’d care to admit.
But you two should probably be more discreet.
Unless, of course, you want the entire camp and all the crew to know that you’re hooking up. ”
“We don’t,” Adrienne said.
The response came out so quickly that Valerie didn’t even have a chance to speak. She was still processing the fact that Isla must have overheard her whispering dirty things to Adrienne seconds earlier. How fucking mortifying.
But what Valerie had wanted to say was yes. Maybe they should tell them. Maybe they were going to find out eventually anyway. Then, without looking at Valerie, Adrienne turned and swam away toward the shallows where the others were still splashing.