Chapter Twenty-Seven
Olivia
“You know, it’s been four weeks, and I still can’t believe Shayla was such a snake.”
I snuggled up to Dec in bed, and he rubbed my right nipple, making tingles shoot up and down my spine. We’d figured out that the cameras in our shared resort room were only on at certain hours of the day, and we were taking full advantage of the ‘off’ hours.
“I can’t believe it’s been four weeks and your mom still isn’t on to us yet,” Dec replied.
“She’s getting a bit suspicious. She talked to me yesterday and said that it didn’t seem like we were trying too hard to get voted off the show. Mostly because we aren’t trying, but of course she doesn’t know that.”
Dec frowned. “What did you say?”
“I told her that we’ve been trying, but it’s not our fault the viewers won’t vote us off. They like us too much, and all the more boring contestants had to go before we did. She seemed satisfied by that. So we’re still safe for now. Still got another week or so before she starts to seriously suspect what we’re up to.”
A full month had gone by, and with Shayla and her husband gone along with three other couples who’d been voted off, there were only four couples left on the show now, including me and Dec. It was only a matter of time before Mom figured out our plan to win the thing, but we were still skating by for now.
After our narrow miss with Shayla, I was certain we could manage anything—if we could deal with her, we could deal with Mom’s tantrum when she realized what we were up to. If and when that happened, we would need to double down on our efforts to win, because that prize money would be going straight to Dec’s family, who would likely have their funding from Mom cut off as part of her tantrum.
It would be hard, but it would be worth it. Dec was worth it.
He nuzzled my neck. “I can’t wait for all this shit to be over.”
I sighed and curled back into his chest. “Me too.”
His hands explored my soft skin, making me tingle even more. Reaching one hand behind and down, I grabbed his cock as it jutted up, hard and ready for me. I quickly turned around and slid myself down the sheets, unable to resist dipping my head to swirl my tongue over his tip. “Bad girl,” he groaned as I teased his head.
He reached his powerful arms down, gripping me, and with one quick movement he managed to maneuver my body right around so that I was practically sitting on his face, my head still in line with his cock as I faced away from him. “What are you…oh...”
I realized halfway through my question what he was doing. I’d heard of a 69 before, but I’d never done it. I’d never done most of the things that Dec had showed me over these last few weeks, but I was beyond glad that he was my first for so many of them. A man like him was worth the wait.
I took him in my mouth, loving the way his cock leapt inside it. His hands reached up and gripped my ass and legs as his mouth found my clit, licking and sucking at me, driving me close to the edge already. I could feel myself dripping all over his face. I tried to hold back, swirling my tongue against his tip, but then Dec slid two fingers inside me as he sucked at my clit, working my body just right. I was so close already. Too close. Then he slid another finger to the entrance of my ass, just pressing ever so slightly on the tight ring, and my eyes flew open with surprise.
“Have you ever had anything in your ass before, princess?” he asked, pausing the movements of his tongue.
I lifted my head and turned it over my shoulder. “Um…no.”
“Do you want to?”
He applied a little more pressure, and I went wild. It felt undeniably good, even though I’d never even dared to imagine putting anything…there. “Yes,” I said, my voice coming out in a low hiss.
Dec gathered up my slick pussy juices with his fingers, wetting my little hole, and then he gently pressed his thumb inside me. I let out a cry at the sudden feeling of fullness, even though it was just one finger.
“Feel good?” Dec murmured.
I nodded, biting back another cry. “I think I want…I…” I couldn’t get the sentence out.
“You want me to fuck your ass,” Dec said from under me. It wasn’t a question.
I turned myself around, my cheeks warming. He knew me so well; could always tell what I wanted without me saying it. “Is that bad?” I asked softly.
He smirked. “No. Not bad at all. I want to fuck your tight little ass, princess. Turn around again.”
I did as he said, and he positioned himself behind me, one hand gripping my waist as the other played with my tight hole, wetting it more with my juices and fingering it till I began to relax more. Then I felt his tip at my entrance, and I gasped. “Fuck…”
He slid the tip inside, and I squeezed my eyes shut at the unbelievable pressure as his cock entered my ass. It was impossibly tight, but I knew if I just held on a moment longer, Dec would open me up, make me feel incredible.
He started fucking me, nice and slow. “You feel so fucking good. I’ve never been in such a tight ass,” he groaned, squeezing my hips tighter. He leaned down, licked at my neck. Nibbled it. Sucked at my skin. I let out a moan, and he began to thrust faster behind me, harder and harder as he went deeper.
“More,” I cried out, gritting my teeth at the stinging pain mixing with pleasure. I’d never felt anything like it before.
Dec kept using my ass, thrusting his hips again and again, and I moved my body back against him, relaxing as much as I could so that he could go as deep and hard as he wanted. One hand reached between my legs, rubbing my throbbing clit, and Dec’s hard movements didn’t stop, filling me up so deliciously.
Suddenly it was all too much, and I exploded, moaning like crazy. Wave after wave crashed over me, making me lift my head and cry out as my body shook with one of the most satisfying orgasms of my life. Dec echoed my groan, and then I felt him coming too, filling me up in hot spurts as heady bliss claimed us both.
“Christ, that was good,” he murmured a moment later, once we were cleaned up and relaxing on the sheets again.
“I want to do that again,” I said, still barely able to believe how amazing something like that could feel. It hurt a bit, but it hurt so good.
Dec grinned. “I’d love to, but it’s nearly ten. The producers said they want all the men for a talking head interview thing at ten-fifteen. It’s for the Wed At First Sight website video blog. I better get ready to go.”
I pouted, but he was right. He had to go. The online video blog interviews were an important aspect in making the viewers like the contestants, and we wanted to win, so it was necessary for us to show up to things like the interviews when the producers told us to.
Five minutes later, Dec gave me a kiss and slipped out of our room, and I returned to bed, overcome by a sudden wave of tiredness. It was strange; I’d been sleeping so much lately. Way more than usual. I was averaging about nine or ten hours a night compared to my usual seven. I was about to put it down to stress from still competing on the TV show when I sat up, my head spinning from a sudden bout of nausea. “Oh, no,” I moaned, dashing to the bathroom on shaky legs.
I made it just in time to vomit in the toilet bowl. As I tried to ignore the acrid scent filling the room a moment later, I weakly climbed to my feet, and something suddenly occurred to me as another wave of nausea hit me.
My period was a few days late.
More than a few days, actually. I hadn’t had one in…god, how long was it? Panic filled me as I realized what this could mean. Dec and I first got together around six weeks ago. Or was it less than that? I did some quick mental calculations. It was just before the two week show hiatus during the strike, and after the hiatus was over, we’d filmed four weeks of the show. So yes, it’d been about six weeks since we started our sexual relationship. We used condoms, but hell, they could break, right?
I cursed myself for not being more careful. If the condom had broken on that first time, and we hadn’t noticed, then that could explain why I was feeling so tired and sick now. My mom always told me that when she fell pregnant with me, she had terrible morning sickness which started around the six week mark before she even realized she was pregnant. The same thing happened when she was pregnant with my brother, too.
Shit.
I rinsed my bitter mouth out with spearmint-flavored mouthwash and looked at myself in the mirror, fear and uncertainty reflected in my eyes. On top of all the other stressors I had in my life at the moment, it looked like I had something even bigger to contend with now.
I could be pregnant.