Page 27 of The TV Show Rival
Fuck. How on earth have I ended up here?
Jess knew she should have played it a lot cooler a lot earlier. Because unfortunately now she was way too turned on to turn back.
“Please…” she heard herself whisper.
“Please, what?”
“Please, fuck me…”
With that, she felt Jamie’s fingers plunge deep inside her and she called out, loudly, her body thrown forward.
“Oh, my god!”
Closing her eyes, Jess surrendered to the wave of sensations crashing over her.
“Keep your eyes open.” She felt Jamie grabbing her chin again and forcing her to look in the mirror. “I want to see your eyes submit to me when you come.”
Her lips parted in a silent gasp, trying to contain the moans threatening to escape as she looked into the mirror- her own eyes and Jamie’s. With each forceful thrust of Jamie’s fingers curled against her G spot, she felt herself teetering on the edge. She bit down on her lip, desperate to keep from crying out. But it was a losing battle. Her body betrayed her, arching into the exquisite torture, begging for release.
The forbidden thrill of doing this in a formal space, and the fact that they could be caught, added an electrifying edge to the experience. Her body moved in rhythm with Jamie’s movements, feeling the tension coil tighter and tighter within her.
She couldn’t hold back any longer. With a surge, she exploded, squirting hot and long right down her inner thighs, a powerful reminder of everything she’d missed for as long as she could remember.
“Mmmmm,” Jamie said, smiling, her eyes glinting mischievously.
Jess felt entirely spent as she held her weak body up on the washbasin.
Her hair was a mess. She looked totally fucked. She felt Jamie’s fingers withdrawing from her pussy and she felt sad for a moment at the loss of them.
Seconds later she saw Jamie’s right hand in the mirror, still slick with Jess’s own arousal.
“Open your mouth and clean my fingers, baby.”
Jess felt her mouth open obediently and as Jamie’s fingers pushed inside she sucked her own musky earthy sex in long slow licks and sucks from each and every long strong finger.
When Jamie withdrew her fingers once again and finally this time, she also withdrew her eye contact in the mirror and casually washed her hands in the basin next to Jess, before drying them on paper towels and walking nonchalantly out of the bathroom.
Jamie Nguyen… what have you done to me?
The loud squawk of Mango, her parrot, on the nightstand tore Jess from the lingering embrace of the dream.
Disoriented, she blinked at the pre-dawn light filtering through the blinds. A dream about Jamie Nguyen? Seriously? And an oddly… satisfying one at that.
A slow smile crept across her face. Maybe the post-interview tension had been getting to her more than she realized. Still, the intensity of the dream… was she actually attracted to the gorgeous yoga instructor? It had been years since anyone had sparked such a confusing mixture of desire and competition within her.
Shrugging off the unexplainable feelings, Jess swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stretched, muscles popping as she prepared for another day of pushing her boot camp clients to their limits.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping her attention. A message from Ultimate Body Battle.
A grin split her face as she unlocked the screen. They wanted her! Selected. No doubt about it. She’d known it.
Despite the raised eyebrows she received for her casual interview outfit, the producers seemed to appreciate her vision. They liked her boldness, her refusal to conform, her unapologetically in-your-face training style. They called her “different,” and in the world of reality TV, different was exactly what they craved.
“Called it!” she muttered to herself, a surge of confidence coursing through her veins. She knew she’d be selected, there was no doubt. But a new thought wormed its way into her mind—had Jamie Nguyen been chosen too?
A part of her, the fiercely competitive part that thrived on victory, wanted Jamie on the show. This was her chance to prove that boot camp was the superior training method, to guide her team to victory and shove it in the faces of all the doubters—including, perhaps, a certain yoga-loving rival.
And, to redeem herself after what could be considered the embarrassing bathroom incident where she had let lust get the better of her and clearly submitted to Jamie.