Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Bullshit. I want to take care of you, Sunshine.” He grabs the cheese and sprinkles some onto my pizza before putting a blob of ranch on my plate next. “Now, let's watch our show.”
“K,” I agree, lifting my pizza to take a bite. I let out a moan as the cheesy goodness fills my mouth.
“Actually, give me a second.” Mack jumps up and darts from the room. I finish eating my slice of pizza and then grab a handful of popcorn. After five minutes have passed, I decide to get up to go check on him. The door to the bathroom in the hallway is closed, but I see the light is on from underneath. I start to go back to the living room but hear a groan come from inside the bathroom.
“Mack, are you okay?” Did he get sick? I start to open the door but only get it open a crack before Mack pushes it back shut quickly. I barely catch a glimpse of him in the reflection of the mirror with his hand wrapped around his massive cock that is most definitely hard. Heat rushes through my body as flashes of that night we spent together come rushing back to me.
The images of him fighting to work his cock inside of me are front and center. He had to stop and go down on me again to get me wetter. I remembered the first time but not the second. His mouth had been relentless. He ate me as if he were a starving man. I press my thighs together at the memory. My nipples grow painfully hard.
“Give me a second, Sunshine,” he growls.
“Mmkay.” I breathe out before I rush down the hallway toward my bedroom. Quietly I shut my door and lean up against it. I slip my hand into my sleep shorts, finding my clit. It only takes a few circles of my fingers to trigger an orgasm. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning out loud as the pleasure rolls through my body.
“Sunshine.” Mack shouts my name. I jerk my hand out of my shorts and jump back from my door a moment before it swings open. His eyes rake over me. “You okay?” He steps into my bedroom. I notice his nose flare. Oh gosh. Can he smell the scent of my orgasm? I remember the next morning after I’d woken up from our night together, I could smell sex everywhere.
“I’m fine,” I squeak out.
“Your cheeks are flushed.” He runs his hands through his hair, shifting on his feet. “This about what you saw?”
“What?” I play dumb, which is stupid 'cause I’m the worst liar in the world.
“It’s normal to touch yourself, Sunshine.”
“I know. It’s completely healthy,” I blurt out. He smirks, grabbing my hand. The same one that was just in my shorts. His fingers lock with mine, and he pulls me back toward the living room. He drops down on the couch and pulls me down with him so I’m pressed up against him.
He starts our show before grabbing the bowl of popcorn. “You still favoring Jordan and Jeff?”
“Yes, he’s so sweet to her.”
“He’s in love with her.”
“What?” I turn my head to look at him. This season on Big Brother is different from the others. Most times everyone is playing solo. But this year they are paired up, and Jordan and Jeff came into the house as best friends. “They’re friends.”
“Sure they are, but he wants more.” He drapes his arm over my shoulder. I cuddle in closer to his side, resting my head on his chest as I take a handful of popcorn and watch Jeff more closely. I more than anyone could understand being in love with your best friend. How had I missed this but Mack caught it?
“Sunshine.”
“Yeah?” I suddenly feel very sleepy.
“I could take care of you if you ever needed me to.”
“What?” I yawn.
“You don’t have to masturbate. I’d happily do it for you,” I hear him say. I don’t respond because I must have fallen asleep, and I definitely have to be dreaming.
5
MACK
Had she seen me jacking off and that turned her on so much that she had to fiddle with her clit? The thought makes me lightheaded. Good thing I’m sitting down. It’s also a dangerous path that is going to lead nowhere. I shut that down immediately. No point in entertaining things that aren’t ever going to happen.
I turn the volume down on the TV and double check to make sure the show is being recorded. On screen, Jeff massages sunscreen into Jordan’s back. I’m not sure how he’s not getting wood from all that contact with Jordan’s bare skin. He’s got more self-control than me, that’s for damned sure.
Like Sunny, Jordan drifts off. Jeff gets up and looks around for a blanket. When he doesn’t find one on the pool deck, he heads inside. Another contestant, Chris, is debating the hot topic of pineapple on pizza with Nina. She hates it, but she would say the sky was green if Chris said it was blue because Chris broke an alliance with her early on in the season. Chris calls Jeff over for support, but Jeff ignores him. He’s on his way to retrieve a blanket, and some petty food argument isn’t going to stop him. Later, this may cost Jeff a vote, but he doesn’t care. Jordan’s comfort is what matters to him.