Page 48 of Rat Race

I bucked against them.I’m not following anything they fucking say. If they think they can control?—

Beep boop.

My inner monologue was interrupted by a tiny beeping.I know that beep.We both followed the sound to see a small robot on wheels coming fast toward us, a gift in tow. Same as the one we just encountered, it was large and not too unsimilar to those robot waiters in some of the more gimmicky restaurants.

In the Games, viewers could buy gifts and send them in if they had enough money to spare. The gifts were always three times the price of the outside world, and they were often charged a fee to send them, but if they had enough money, some could even tip the scales in their player’s favor.

It would seem my viewers had other ideas, though.

On the after-dark channel, I would get extra money and sometimes even clothes and purses from loyal viewers. This felt no different.

When the robot got to us, it stopped, and the present popped open. A clear bottle was in the middle, and it was a brand I knew well.

Lube.

“Bubble gum,” I breathed, liking where our fans were going with this.

Cam’s mouth was on mine in seconds, their hot tongue forcing its way inside while they were still holding me against the wall. They kissed me like they hated me. Like I was truly their ruin, and they wanted me never to forget it.

They kissed me like they wanted to consume me. And I wanted them to.

The bat dropped with a loud clang, and their hand was back between my legs. We weren’t that far away from Ella and risked having her hear what was happening.

I hope she does so she knows just how wrapped around my finger Cam is.

Be honest,a voice said at the back of my mind.It’s you who’s wrapped around their fingers.

“Have to get you ready,” they murmured between kisses.

Our trackers were going crazy. Ping after ping filled the air, just begging for us to keep it up.

I bit down on her liphard.

They hissed and jerked back at the same time their fingers found my entrance.

There was no gentleness to their movements. No prep with my clit. They forced two fingers inside me and began fucking me like my orgasm was on a time limit.

I threw my head back into the wall, the pain helping push away the fogginess the lack of oxygen had caused as they let up just slightly to allow me a bigger gulp of air. One I took greedily as moans fell from my lips.

The heel of their hand ground against my clit, eliciting curses from me.

They knew what they were doing. Not only that, they were trying to prove me wrong by getting me to my orgasm faster than I had ever experienced.

And it’s real.

For the first time since entering the maze, I began to panic. I was going to come.For real. In front of millions of people.

One thing I loved about my after-dark channel was the control I had over what the audience saw. And I was damn good at faking my orgasms.

But here was this thembo cowboy, threatening to make me come with just a few strokes of their fingers.

It was downright insulting.

When I jerked against them enough for them to realize their hold on me wasn’t as strong as they thought, they switched, replacing their meaty arm with their hand. Their fingers curled around my throat and had me gasping.

I couldn’t help the way my body reacted. I was on fire. Whining like a needy cat in heat.

I need more.

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