Page 33 of Sweet Surrender
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 thenwent 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 ALLIEbite 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?”
Barra checked the vacuum-sealed bag even though she already knew the answer. Three. Which wasn’t a lot at all, considering they had to keep them for strategic reasons. “We should probably save those.”
“Why?” Allie asked, looking as panic-stricken as if Barra had said she’d chopped off her arm. Barra didn’t blame her. What if rice and beans were the only things on the menu for the next few days? What if it continued pouring down and any chance of a reward challenge washed straight out with the tide? She felt a twinge of panic stab her gut. This game was like childbirth. Barra had never been through it, nor ever planned on it, but she’d heard enough from friends to know you forgot how bad it really was, enough to convince yourself it might not be so terrible to do it again.
“Because we might need to convince someone to vote with us in the next Sending,” Barra said, remembering how easily she’d been bribed by Isla and Tamsyn in her last season. She’d given up her vote for a few chocolate chip cookies. Watching the season back later had made her want to disappear into the floorboards. How loose of her. “We need to think ahead.”
Allie seemed to contemplate this while she wiped a few crumbs off her bottom lip with the side of her finger. The rain had returned with a vengeance. It poured in a steady silver curtain right in front of them while they sat on the raised rootsof a tree. The canopy of broad leaves overhead was doing a surprisingly decent job of keeping them dry. “Do you think the others are wondering where we are?”
Every few minutes or so, a fat droplet would gather at the tip of a leaf and fall straight through, landing cold against Barra’s shoulder or back. But Barra didn’t care. Between the brownies and Allie sitting right up against her like they were glued together, she couldn’t think of anywhere else she wanted to be.
“They probably think we got stuck out here,” Barra said. “And we found a nice little shelter to keep us dry. Every one of them would’ve done the same.”
