I was speechless. That seemed to happen a lot around Owen lately. He liked me? Even though we bickered and fought over everything? Turned the smallest of things into a challenge? He liked me? That was crazy, right? I mean, I liked him, but I thought I was crazy for that, too.
"I..." I began to speak and looked down to compose my thoughts. As I did, I noticed that the chocolate I was clutching was in the process of melting all over the wrapper, and I'd dripped some onto his skin. His gorgeous, gorgeous, lickable skin. "Oops," I said, pointing out his hand.
"Oh." He raised it in the air, and then looked around for a napkin.
I grabbed his hand and dragged it to my mouth, and swiped at his skin with my tongue. Delicious.
His gaze moved to my face, and Owen stared at me for a long, tense moment.
"Did you just..."
"I bet I can kiss better than you," I said, as breathless as him.
Owen threw aside his skewer just as I moved forward and grabbed his shirt. Then, our mouths locked and we were kissing - oh god, were we kissing - and his tongue slid against mine and it was incredible. His hands slid up and down my back as I made small whimpering noises. We were frantic with lust, tearing at each other's clothes.
His mouth slid over mine, hot, wet, slick, and full of need. "I don't know," he murmured. "I'm a pretty damn good kisser."
"So am I. I have to admit I’m not seeing anything impressive yet.”
"With my kissing?" He looked startled.
"That's right," I dared him. "I think I need to see some more imagination if you're going to win this thing."
His hands cupped my face, and he leaned in and gave me the longest, most exquisite kiss I'd ever experienced. His tongue lapped at my mouth so sensually that I was stunned I didn't come right then and there. I moaned in protest when he broke it off.
"How was that?" he murmured, his tongue trailing along my jaw.
"Better," I panted. "Needs improvement, but better."
“Good.” His fingers tore at my t-shirt. Owen pulled at it and then dragged it up, and I raised my arms so he could pull it over my head. Then, I was sitting in front of him in just a bra and leggings, and his eyes feasted on my bared skin.
"I have an idea," he told me.
"Oh?"
I watched with glazed, fascinated eyes as he reached over to one of the melted chocolate bars and dipped his fingertips into the chocolate. Then, he lifted them to my mouth and began to paint my lips with the chocolate.
I was both aroused by that motion…and disappointed that he’d only gone to my lips.
I shivered when he leaned in and licked at my lower lip, sucking off the chocolate. Then he moved to kiss me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and the taste of him was sinfully sweet and exquisite.
"Better?"
I couldn't even formulate an answer that time. I just dragged my arms around his neck and pulled him down over me. My bra brushed against his cupcake shirt and I dragged my fingers across the front of it. "Can we get rid of this?”
"It depends," he told me, and his fingers flicked at my bra strap. "Can we get rid of this?"
"I suppose it's only fair."
"I like fair." His mouth captured mine again, and then his fingers moved to attack the clasp on the back of my bra. I wasn't getting topless without seeing him the same way, though, so I dragged at his t-shirt. We both paused a moment later to strip off the offending clothing, and then my br**sts pressed up against his chest.
I gasped when the tips of my aching br**sts brushed against his smooth chest. That felt sinfully good. I groaned and did it again, just because of how good it felt, and he groaned in response, his big hand moving up to cup my breast. "You're so beautiful, Luna. It's a f**king crime to keep these covered up." His thumb flicked over my nipple.
I moaned, my fingers flexing and kneading his shoulders. "You're pretty good at that."
"Only pretty good? Clearly I need to do better," he said in a teasing voice, and he leaned in, his mouth closing over the other peak even as his thumb and forefinger worked the other one into aching sweetness.
I cried out at the twin sensations. "Okay," I cried. "Much better. You win."
"Oh, I'm just getting started," he said, and tugged at my sleep pants. "Can we take these off?"
"Only if you get rid of yours first," I said. "Only fair."
"I like fair," he said in a sultry voice, reminding me of our earlier words. I shivered with excitement at that.
He stood up, and without teasing me, pulled his pants down. His c*ck sprung free, erect, thick, and enormous. And eye-level. Oh, that sneaky devil. I couldn't resist putting my hands on it and stroking it. "This is impressive," I told him.
"You like?" His voice was practically purring with pleasure at my touch.
"I do," I breathed, unable to tease him any longer. I reached over and slid my mouth along the length of him, tasting him with my lips and tongue. His skin was velvety soft, a delicious contrast from the hard length under all that delicious, musky skin.
"Mmm, that's pretty," he told me, his hand going to my hair and dragging his c*ck across my face. "I think it's only fair that I reciprocate."
"I like fair,” I told him, throwing his words back in his face.
He pushed me back down on the floor and kicked his pants off as he moved over me. His fingers dragged my leggings down to my knees, but instead of pulling them off, he hooked his hand in the crotch and dragged my legs forward until they were trapped in a yoga pose that made my ankles startlingly close to my ears.
Then, he leaned in and ran his fingers along my sex. "Mmm. And this is even prettier."
I moaned at his touch, shocked by how good it felt. His fingers rubbed up and down my folds, testing my wetness. I felt one slide into the well of my sex and then he sank it deep. "And all wet and tight, too. Damn, Luna. Christmas came early for me."
"Haven't come yet," I breathed.
He chuckled. "I'll fix that." And his finger began to slowly pump in and out of my sex. Another slid up to my cl*t and began to stroke it, back and forth, left to right, in sure, regular motions. I squirmed against him, the sensations overloading me, but my legs were trapped and pinned in place, and his hands held me captive. The more I writhed, the better it felt, and he just kept rubbing and thrusting with his fingers. I felt my body clench faster than I'd ever felt it before, and I sucked in a breath, shocked when, in the next instant, I had a hard, fast orgasm.
"I liked that," Owen said in a husky voice, and lifted his slick fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. I shuddered with pleasure at the sight of that. He leaned down to kiss me, and then released my pants from where he'd held me pinned. "Be right back with condoms."
I nodded, breathless and languid with satisfied desire. That had been a great orgasm. If we'd have ended there, I'd have been fine with it, but the thought of more had me quivering with anticipation. I was so on board for more.
Owen returned a minute later, a condom in hand. I watched as he opened the package and rolled it down his impressive length. Then, once sheathed, he moved forward and took my mouth in another kiss. His tongue flicked against my own, mimicking his motions on my cl*t earlier. Just like that, I was fired up all over again. I whimpered into his mouth, encouraging him.
His weight slid between my legs and I lifted them around his hips, opening for him. I wanted everything he had to give. I felt the press of his c*ck against my opening, and his mouth captured mine just as he sank deep. I sucked in a breath at the sensation - god, so good - and gave a small whimper as he drew out, only to thrust deep again. Then, Owen began to rock inside me, his motions controlled and slow and exquisitely delicious.
Each thrust made that delicious tension rise higher and higher. Oh god, that was so good. I breathed his name over and over, and let the crest take me. With every motion, I was rising higher and higher, searching for that elusive orgasm. Except this time? Not so elusive. By the time Owen's thrusts became rough and forceful with his own need, I'd come again and was working my way into the next one.
Then, he lifted one of my legs and pressed my ankle to his shoulder, changing the depth of his penetration.
And I came all over again.
Owen didn’t last long after that. I felt his body begin to tense and shudder against mine, and I encouraged it, tightening my internal muscles around him and clenching, even as I dug my fingernails into his skin. I whispered his name over and over again, and he came with a shout.
And then we lay in the pillows, breathing hard.
Later, when we'd relaxed, we lay in front of the nearly-dead fire, the cushions scattered everywhere. There were marshmallows and graham crackers all over the floor, but neither of us cared.
I twined my fingers with his. "So...that had potential," I told him in a sly voice.
"Just potential, huh?"
"Yeah," I said, and ruined it with a giggle.
He leaned down and licked my collarbone. "I bet my potential is bigger than yours."
"I think I need proof," I told him, sliding my body against his.
"You're on."
AT SOME POINT, IT GOT TOO cold in the living room and so we retreated back to Owen's room. We squeezed both of our bodies into his small twin bed, and if it meant I slept pressed up against his rock-hard chest all night? I wasn't complaining. I slept like a baby.
The sound of a vacuum running downstairs woke me up.
I yawned, pushing my tousled hair out of my face and peered around.
I...was still sleeping on Owen's bare chest. Who the heck was downstairs with a vacuum?
"Owen," I murmured, tweaking one of his n**ples to wake him up.
"Mmmm." He grabbed my ass and began to drag me over his already-impressively-erect cock. "I like the way you think."
"No!" I scolded, squirming out of his grasp. "There's someone downstairs running a vacuum. Do you hear it?"
He jerked up so fast that his forehead almost smacked mine. Owen frowned and glanced around, then slid out of bed. "Wait here. I'll see if it's a burglar."
Owen ran out of the room.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my panties and Owen's cupcake shop shirt. "If it was a burglar, why would they vacuum?" I muttered to myself, but there was no one to hear my awesome powers of deduction. So I went downstairs.
It was Kitty and a few other crew members. Kitty was talking to Owen, their heads bent together. Another assistant ran the vacuum over the messy carpet we’d left from last night’s make-out session.
Frowning, I went down the stairs and headed toward them. "What's going on?"
"Oh!" She gazed at bare-chested Owen and then at me, pants-less. "Um, good news. Shooting wrapped early."
"It did?" I was surprised to hear that. "But I thought we had..." I counted on my fingers. "We're still a week out from Christmas."
"I know," she said, beaming. "But like I said, the producers wanted to do some crazy stuff this time because it's a holiday season filler, and with the final five and a couple of double eliminations, we're wrapping up now. I'm taking you guys to the airport in about two hours, so go ahead and pack up."