Chapter 44
I twist a freshly brightened lock around my finger.
“Hey.” Jacob grips my chin gently between his pink-and-purple-stained fingers, a reminder of last night’s activities: recoloring my hair and studying videos of our competitors.
“Look at me, Mari.” The quiet command makes me melt into compliance.
His serious eyes search mine. “You know Ginger Snapped’s weaknesses,” he reminds me.
By tonight, one of us will go home, or we’ll be one step closer to facing each other. In an hour, I’ll know if I’m advancing. It’s hard not to worry.
He keeps me in place to press a soft kiss to my lips before releasing me. “Have you gone to weigh-in yet?”
“Yeah. I’m really squeaking by with that top armor and all the patchwork panels.
I only had a pound to spare.” It was already really close to the 250-pound limit for the same reason during the Last Shot Bot Trot, but as we’ve had to start adding on pieces to patch armor instead of fully replacing it, the weight has started creeping up.
He’s solemn. “So, you’re saying you have forty-five minutes to spare, and you’re going to sit here the whole time worrying?”
I click my rings together. “Yeah, probably.”
“Follow me.” There’s a mischievous glimmer in his eye, and my curiosity outweighs my anxiety.
He leads me to a back hallway, opens a door, pulls me inside, flicks on a light, and locks the door. It’s a mostly empty storage closet with a counter lining one wall.
“Jacob?”
He crowds me against the counter, mouth hot and insistent on mine.
“Don’t you have important robot stuff to do?”
“Yes,” he says as his hands find the hem of my black denim skirt and ruck it up to my hips. “Up,” he says, guiding my bottom on top of the counter, moving my crutches out of the way.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking your mind off things,” he says, pulling at the waistband of my panties.
“Giving you something else to focus on. Giving myself something else to focus on.” He pulls them down and over my boots and slips them into his pocket.
A hand roughly pulls open the neck of my shirt, the deep V making it easy for him.
He lifts my tits out of the cups of my bra before rolling a stiff nipple between his fingers.
I gasp into his mouth as the wetness pools between my thighs.
“I need to get my mouth on you,” he says.
“But we have to be quiet.” He pinches my other nipple, and I moan.
He chuckles softly. “If you don’t behave, I’ll have to stuff your panties in your mouth. Can you behave, sweetheart?”
I nod frantically as he looks up at me, mischief and lust mixing in his gray eyes.
“I knew you could do it. So sexy,” he says, placing a kiss on my belly.
“So smart. So beautiful.” He nudges my knees apart and kisses my calf as he brings the heel of my uninjured leg to the counter, leaving me on display for his hungry gaze.
“So brilliant,” he says, kneeling. “And all mine.” His words make me float with pleasure.
His tongue is cleansing flame, scorching hot on my pussy as it erases all my worries with each ravenous lick.
I can’t think of anything besides the trembling pleasure building inside of me as he sucks on my clit.
I cover my mouth with my hand to stop the obscene moan threatening to make our presence known.
Distantly, I hear his zipper rasp open and look down to see his shoulder rippling with telltale movements.
I grow impossibly wetter as he jerks off with his face buried in my cunt.
His tongue swirls around my clit, making my thighs shake.
I’m so close, and he’s teasing me with his slow, gentle movements.
I can’t help but rock against him, demanding more.
My free hand tangles in his hair as I hold him firmly against me, riding his tongue.
He grunts, the vibrations traveling through me, bringing me even closer.
I whimper behind my hand, and he finally gives me what I need. When he sucks my clit into his mouth again, I come undone. My shaking thighs clamp shut over his head as I moan into my hand. He moans into my pussy and shudders, his own release spurred on by mine.
As soon as my thighs release him, he’s pulling my hand away from my mouth and kissing me. My wetness on his lips is almost enough to make me come again. “Feeling more clearheaded?” he asks.
I’m lost in the post orgasmic haze, but the tension in my shoulders is gone. My strategy gradually trickles into my brain as the fog clears, solid and confident.
“Yes,” I pant, still trying to catch my breath.
“Good,” he says and nips my lip before pulling away. “We have a problem, though.” He holds up my panties, covered in his cum. He jerked off into my underwear. I could cum again from the thought alone. “Do you think you can focus without these? Because I’m keeping them.”
I can’t stop the laughter that pours out of me, and he kisses me again to quiet me down. He helps me down from the counter before smoothing my skirt back to its rightful place and pulling my shirt back up, kissing me sweetly. “Now, let’s go win round one.”