Page 38 of The TV Show Rival
As Jamie cried out in pleasure and gushed all over her hand, Jess couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. After all, there was nothing quite like knowing she had left someone completely and utterly satisfied.
Jamie wasn’t just along for the ride; she was an active participant in this dance of desire. As she came back down to earth from the best orgasm she had had in living memory, she flipped the script, her fingers swiftly removing Jess’ panties, where she was met with undeniable evidence of Jess’ desire.
Jess gasped in surprise and delight as Jamie rolled on top of her, her weight pressing down deliciously on Jess and she plunged two fingers into her, igniting a firestorm of sensation that threatened to consume them both.
Feeling Jess’ body responding eagerly to her touch, she reveled in the way Jess writhed and moaned on her fingers. Jamie added another finger and another and curved them upwards knowing instantly as she hit Jess’s G spot and Jess immediately began to melt beneath her.
She dipped her head so her mouth was to Jess’ ear.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you for weeks, Jess. You are going to come so fucking hard for me, baby,” Jamie whispered as her fingers fucked Jess harder and faster and Jess began to come apart beneath her.
Jamie sucked on Jess’ earlobe as she continued to pin her down and fuck Jess’ welcoming pussy. Her thumb was pressed tight against Jess’ clitoris.
With each thrust of her fingers, Jamie pushed Jess closer and closer to the edge, until she was about to come.
And then, with a final, decisive thrust, Jess tipped over the edge, her body convulsing in a symphony of pleasure and squirting hard into Jamie’s palm. Jamie watched with a sense of pride as Jess shuddered and shook, her climax washing over her like a tidal wave.
She pulled her fingers slowly from Jess and brought her hand up to Jess’ mouth.
She couldn’t think of anything she had enjoyed lately quite as much as watching Jess’ beautiful mouth eagerly lick and suck her fingers clean.
Several moments later, they laid back cuddled in each other’s arms.
“Jamie. I like you. Any chance we could take this further?”
Pulling back slightly, Jamie met Jess’ gaze. “Jess, we… we shouldn’t be doing this, you know that, right?”
A slow smile spread across Jess’ lips, a smile that sent a thrill coursing through Jamie.
“You’re right, but wouldn’t it be something… a little forbidden?” She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “We could be a secret. No one has to know what happens under this moonlight.”
A secret relationship, a hidden fire burning between them; the thrill of it all was intoxicating. And yet, a part of her worried about the potential consequences.
“But Jess, what about the competition? What if someone finds out?”
“We’ll be careful. We’ll only meet in blindspots such as here where we know there are no cameras. Besides, a little forbidden passion might just be the secret weapon we both need to win this thing.” She winked.
Jamie couldn’t help but smile back. The idea of facing the competition with this newfound secret simmering between them was undeniably exciting.
“Hmmm…Jess and Jamie—rivals by day, lovers by night. I kind of like the sound of that.”
“So, are you saying yes to being my secret girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
They laughed and leaned in for another kiss, one that spoke of the secret pact sealed under the watchful gaze of the moon.
With one last lingering look, they pulled away, they turned and walked back towards the camp, with the rhythm of their footsteps mimicking the steady beat of their hearts—a rhythm that pulsed with newfound passion and the thrill of the forbidden.
The Costa Rican sun beat down on the crew as they wrapped up filming for the day. Jamie, grateful for a moment of respite, wandered down to the rickety wooden dock jutting out into the crystal-clear water.
She sighed, letting the gentle rhythm of the lapping waves wash over her. Yesterday’s encounter with Jess played on her mind, a secret thrill that couldn’t let her sleep.
Suddenly, a deep, gravelly voice startled her. “Good morning, Hermosa!” a man greeted, his voice dripping with a thick Spanish accent.
Jamie looked up to see a tanned, weathered man with sun-bleached hair and brown eyes. He wore a worn straw hat and a smile that seemed permanently etched on his face.
“Hola,” Jamie replied with a smile, her Spanish a little rusty but serviceable. “You’re not part of the crew, are you?”