by Kennedy Fox
“Baby, listen…I like your intentions, but I don’t trust you with this one.”
Her hand slides up my thigh. “Did you just call me baby?”
“Don’t interpret that as me giving you the green light to jump me,” I tease.
“Fine, but you can’t stop me from wanting you to whisper that in my ear while you’re inside me. I’m definitely gonna be imagining that very thing while I’m in the shower later.”
I grab her hand and stop her from going higher. My dick is well aware of her presence and doesn’t need further temptation. “You can fantasize all you want, baby…” I bring my mouth close to her ear. “But that’s all it’s gonna be for now.” Pulling away, I smirk at her pouty expression.
“You won’t even kiss me?”
“I’ll kiss you,” I tell her. “But you can’t get handsy.”
“We’ll see. I played your stupid drinking game, so now, you gotta play mine.”
“Did that girl really just admit she’s ditzy?”
“She’s actually one of my favorites,” Cami replies. The longer this show goes on, the more I know it’s going to be painful to watch.
“The rules should be to take a shot every time one of the girls flips their hair.” I snort after we meet the sorority chick who flipped hers six times in thirty seconds.
“I didn’t think you’d want to be hammered by the end.” She chuckles.
Taking her hand from my leg, I interlock our fingers.
“David is my reality husband, by the way. He’s my number one.”
“Really? So he’d be your celebrity free pass?”
“Can you blame me?”
“I mean, if rock hard abs and a chiseled jawline are your thing…” I snicker.
Cami looks over at me. “You’re quite comparable.”
“Am I? Would I still be in the running to win your heart then?”
“Yeah. I mean…” She shrugs casually. “Probably.”
“Probably?” I remark, bringing my hands to her sides and tickling her.
“Stop!” She laughs, collapsing on the couch. I tower over her, digging my fingers under her arms.
Bringing my mouth to hers, I brush it softly without quite kissing her. “That’s what you get for making me watch this ridiculous show.”
She pushes me until we’re both sitting again. “It’s payback, so deal with it.”
I smirk, knowing she enjoyed that crazy documentary even if she’s denying it.
“I love how everyone’s in their bathing suits, showing off ninety-five percent of their bodies, and this guy waltzes in looking like Jesus.”
“Just wait till he takes off the hat…”
He finally does, and I nearly choke when he reveals his bun and starts taking it down. “So that’s me? I'm Jesus.”
Cami laughs. “Well, I imagine there’s a lot of Oh my Gods in bed with you.”
I nearly blush, but I don’t tell her that. “I might actually like that guy.” Then the scene continues. “Okay, then. Never mind…” I say when Jesus claims he doesn’t believe in monogamy and wants to spread his seed to as many women as possible.
“He’s Jesus on the outside, but the devil on the inside.” Cami chuckles.
“Okay, this show is making us dumb, and it’s only been ten minutes.” I groan.
“It’s about the journey. You’re supposed to see their growth throughout, so of course they all look like morons in the beginning.”
“The best part of this is the narrator’s jokes. Even she knows it’s ridiculous.”
“She’s actually a comedian and is pretty funny. No one is there to explain to them what’s going on—that we see anyway—so they’ll meet their virtual host soon,” she explains.
“So how long until one of them breaks the rules?”
“Keep watching…”
More time passes, and my brain cells start to dissolve. There’s a dressing room where they get ready and do their hair and of course, gossip.
“What are they supposed to do all day? What are they preparing for?”
Cami glares at me, and I shrug. I thought those were valid questions…
“Did he really just say four weeks was considered a long-term relationship? Oh my God, I can’t.” My head falls back in agony, groaning as we continue watching. “Wait. She climbed on his lap after just meeting him. Oh shit, now they’re kissing!”
“It’s technically not breaking the rules because the ban hasn’t started yet,” Cami explains.
“Because they just arrived!” I hold out my hand. “This is absurd.”
“Have you never watched a reality show before? They go from zero to sixty in an hour. That’s the whole premise, and why there’s so much entertainment value in trash TV.”
“During this quarantine, I’m going to introduce you to quality entertainment. I’ll do this one little game with you, but afterward, we’re onto better shit.”
“We’ll see, we’ll see…” She grins. “You might be a fan after the eighth episode.”
“Eight?” I raise my brows. “Seriously?”
“That’s how many there are total. They’re only like forty-five minutes long. We can binge the whole series by dark.”
Blowing out a slow breath, I brush my fingers over my jawline.
“That dude just said, ‘there are plenty more days left for her to choose the right guy,’ and if that wasn’t my teenage brain every time I saw you with some idiot, I don’t know what was.” I laugh as she blushes, and soon, we’re cracking up.
“So you’re saying you’re the one for me? The right one?”
“I’ve known forever. Just been waiting for you to catch up.”
“Am I allowed to kiss you yet?” She looks at me and bites her lip.
“Not until the contestants start breaking the rules…”
She rolls her eyes, trying her hardest to be mad.
“Okay, I think I know why that girl’s your favorite,” I tease after a twist in the show is announced. She immediately elbows me in the rib cage, and I choke out a laugh. “If she’s challenged to wash or cook, she knows she’s fucked and won’t win the prize money.”
“Excuse you, I did cook this morning! For you, might I add.”
I take her hand and kiss her knuckles. “And it was delicious.”
The first episode finally ends, and as we get previews of the next, I know we’re gonna be taking several shots.
“Should I start pouring the vodka now?”
As expected, the first rule break comes ten minutes into the show.
“Ready?” I grab the bottle, pour the liquid, then hand her one of the glasses. We clink them together before shooting it down.
Next, I grab Cami’s face and capture her lips with mine. She sinks into my chest, moaning as our tongues collide. Heat builds between us as our hands slide over each other, and I feel goose bumps cover her soft skin. Cami keeps our tongues fused as she climbs over my legs and straddles me, then wraps her arms around my neck. She rocks her hips and grinds against my cock, making me harder and desperate for more.
“Cami…” I warn, pulling back slightly. “This is a bit more than what they were doing.”
“Trust me, they will be soon,” she quickly retorts.
I chuckle against her mouth and somehow garner enough strength to move her off me and place her back on the couch.
“You get off on telling me no, don’t you?”
I eye my crotch, and her gaze follows to the noticeable erection. “That’s not the case. If my dick was capable, it’d cuss me out right now.”
“Whoa…that guy totally threw his chick under the bus after initiating the kiss and even saying fuck the money. What a douche.”
“Those two…” She blows out an exaggerated breath. “Drive me crazy.”
“The two chicks are now making out…” I shake my head. “Another rule break.” We each take another shot.
“Saddle up for kiss number two.”
I grab one of the pillows
and put it over my crotch before she can grind against me again.
Cami chuckles as her eyes lower. “Trying to resist temptation?”
“Trying to keep myself from blowing my damn load. These people are gonna get me drunk with blue balls.”
She cups my face and kisses me, sliding her tongue between my lips. Moaning at how amazing she tastes, I deepen our connection as her head falls back. My fingers thread through her hair as I pull her closer, but before things go too far, I create space as we gasp for air.
“I think I need a cold shower.”
“Nope! No self-gratification per the rules.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?” I inhale sharply, then exhale. I’m really trying to take things slow with Cami so I don’t fuck it up, but damn, she’s making me second-guess my decision.
With the episode nearly over, the show takes a turn, and I can’t stop laughing at how dramatic everyone is.
For the next few hours, we continue watching, taking shots, and making out. Honestly, it’s a goddamn miracle I don’t tear off her clothes.
By the final episode, there were eight rule breaks, three of which were more than just kissing. One couple had sex and another almost did, but none of that is shown, other than glimpses of a blow job.
At that point, I was eight shots deep and couldn’t say no as Cami kneeled between my thighs and took me in her mouth.
And as every member of the cast who broke a rule said—it was totally worth it.
Chapter Fifteen
CAMERON
DAY 10
It’s been three grueling days of seducing Eli and him denying me before we get too far. We watched my show and played my drinking game. There was some action in between, but since then, he’s insisted on an “above the waist only” rule.
He’ll kiss me and lay with me on the couch no problem, but anything more and he resists.
Eli’s encouraged me to watch the “classics” with him, including Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and Groundhog Day—which ironically feels like what we’re living in—and I had him watch a few of my favorites like Pretty in Pink, Breakfast Club, and Sixteen Candles. It’s been nice hanging out with him and using this time to talk. I definitely feel like we’ve grown closer and have created a tighter bond, but now I’m ready to jump his damn bones.
Cameron: No matter what I do, Eli still says no! Even when I basically straddle his lap and grind on his cock. And trust me, he’s hard!
Kendall: Did you try just walking around naked? As someone who’s seen your boobs before, there’s no way he’d be able to resist them.
I chuckle, knowing she has a good point. I do have awesome tits.
Cameron: I don’t know. That seems too obvious. And a little chilly, honestly.
It’s been in the thirties and windy.
Kendall: There’s a trend on TikTok where you walk in on your man naked and record his reaction. Most don’t deny the opportunity and chase after their women. It’s worth a shot!
Cameron: You’re right…I’m playing to win here!
Kendall: Yes, you are! Take off your clothes and go get your man!
Cameron: I’ll report back!
After I get out of bed and take a shower, I slather myself with lotion and spritz body spray. I towel dry my hair and put moisturizer on my face. Wrapping myself in only a robe, I head downstairs to find him. He’s probably making breakfast, and he can stare at my naked ass while I prepare his espresso.
The moment I get downstairs, I untie my robe and prepare to take it off. I’m not going to film his reaction because then he’ll know something’s up, but I will seduce him until he cracks.
Eli’s facing the stove, and my eyes trail down his bare back and stop at his gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips.
This asshole is testing me.
There’s no way he’s wearing anything underneath them either. I want to tear them off with my teeth.
“Morning,” he calls out, and as soon as he looks over his shoulder, I slide the robe down my arms, and it falls to my feet. He quickly does a double take and blinks.
“Good morning,” I sing-song, walking closer. “What’s for breakfast today?”
Staring, Eli licks his lips and studies me as I open the fridge and grab my creamer.
“Uh…thought I’d make you my famous toad in a hole dish,” he answers, then blinks. “Isn’t it a little…nippy to be walking around naked?”
Fuck yes, it is. “No, I’m pretty hot actually.” I go to the espresso machine and make him a cup of coffee. “Eggs in a basket sounds great.”
I feel his eyes on me as I move around, neither of us speaking as we work. He grabs two plates, and I get the forks, then we set everything on the kitchen table.
Eli places the pan of food in the middle. “Orange juice?”
“Is there still some left?” I ask.
“For one cup.”
“You have it then.”
“Nah. It’s yours if you want it.”
I arch a brow, grinning.
“The juice,” he emphasizes.
Dammit.
“We’ll share it,” I say. “Half each.”
“I can live with that.” He taps his knuckles on the table before going to the fridge. He returns with two glasses and sets them down. Then he leans in, grips my chin, and brings our mouths together.
I moan, loving the taste of him, and wrap my arms around his waist. Pulling him closer, I feel his cock growing hard against my chest, and know I’m getting to him.
Eli grabs my wrists from behind his back and moves them away.
“I know what you’re doing, and it’s not gonna work.”
“I’m not doing anything. I’m out of clothes and don’t know how to do laundry.” I bat my lashes innocently, grinning.
“Is that so?” He leans back, folding his arms.
I shrug, nonchalantly. “Yep. So it’s naked central until I can find a tutorial online.”
Chuckling, he shakes his head. “I just stuff all my clothes into the washer with the detergent. I don’t think it’s rocket science.”
“Most of my clothes are dry clean only.”
“You can borrow one of my T-shirts then.”
“Seems you’re out of them too since you’re going without one.” I lower my gaze down his body, admiring how delicious he looks. He even has a happy trail going from his belly button to below his sweats. God, I want him so badly.
“Nah. Just felt like giving you breakfast and a show.” He winks with a shit-eating smirk. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Well, I can be your dessert if you’re still hungry…”
He places a finger under my jaw, then closes the gap between us. His mouth covers mine again, but he retreats too soon. “That’s tempting, it really is, but my answer is still no.”
I slouch back in my chair, pouting. How the hell didn’t this work? I’m fucking naked, for Christ’s sake!
“I’m really digging that tattoo, by the way.” He waggles his brows, and I quickly cross my arms over my breasts so he stops staring. I got a little butterfly underneath my left boob for my twenty-first birthday, and only my ex, Kendall, and the tattoo artist know about it.
“Too bad you’re choosing not to inspect it further,” I quip.
“I can see it fine without having sex with you. But the moment I touch you, you’ll be on me like white on rice. So…” He holds up his hands. “I’ll just admire from afar.”
I narrow my eyes. “You’re only torturing yourself, you know? I hear blue balls is painful.”
“They can be. That’s why I’m going to take an extra-long shower this morning.”
Grinding my teeth, I growl and turn in my seat. He walks to the other side of the table with a stupid grin on his face. I grab his glass of orange juice and pour it into mine, leaving his empty. Then I look at him over the rim and scowl as he holds back his laughter. I know I’m being childish, but at this point, I don’t care. Eli is purposely wi
thholding sex to make a point, but there has to be something that’ll make him snap.
And I’m going to figure out what it is.
After my embarrassing naked protest at breakfast, I take my robe and bare ass back to my room and decide if he’s not going to do the job, I’ll do it myself.
Chanel sits on my bed, watching me. “Don’t judge me.” I scowl, marching to my nightstand and finding my vibrator.
I turn it on and thank God the batteries aren’t dead. I brought it with me since I thought Zane and I would have lots of time to mess around. Instead, I’m single and taking care of myself. I’ll get in the tub and have my own fun.
There’s a knock on the door, and I smirk, hopeful Eli changed his mind.
“Yes?” I answer.
“Thought I’d bring you a shirt, ya know, in case you needed something to wear.” He grins and holds it out for me.
“Thanks, that’s so thoughtful.” I grab it and flash him a pleased grin. “Can you hold this for me?” I hand over the vibrator, and he takes it, holding back his dirty comments. I put on his T-shirt, and it hangs just above my knees. “It even smells like you.” I pull up the fabric to my nose and inhale.
He reveals a smug smile. “Guess that’ll come in handy when you’re using this.” He gives the vibrator to me.
“Too bad you don’t want to help me.”
“I’d be happy to assist you, but I know you wouldn’t play by the rules.” He takes a step back, crossing his wrists over his body, and covers his crotch.
“Well, then you could watch?” I arch a brow, hoping that’ll tempt him enough to break. “That’s not against the rules, is it?”
He swallows hard and shakes his head. “No.”
Lowering my hands, I use one to pull up the hem of the shirt and the other to turn on the vibrator, then place it over my clit. It starts humming, and I bite my lower lip, enjoying the way it feels.
“Mmm…” I purr, my eyes fluttering closed. “So good.”