Page 89 of Rat Race

“Thank you,” Cam whispered as we did our obligatory photo-op on the winners’ podium. Their voice sending warm tendrils of electricity down my spine. It was painful having to stand there for all the paparazzi and Devil’s Playground photographers to get their fill when we should’ve been somewhere private enjoying a moment just the two of us.

At the very least, I wanted to thank them properly for saving my life, for choosing me.

What should’ve been five minutes ran on twenty, then thirty.

Cam’s family had left after the blowout, but they seemed like they were surprisingly okay with it. Maybe even a bit lighter, standing tall with their shoulders back proudy for the cameras.

There was no one for me in the audience. The only person I wanted to see was Vic, but God only knew what she was doing after the Games.

I still need to thank her for all the help she gave us.Who knows what we would’ve done if she hadn’t given us that hint?

I turned to Cam, raised an eyebrow at their lopsided, giddy grin.

“Did you hit your head on the way out or something?”

They looked even better under the winners’ spotlight, ifthat was even possible. Their golden tan skin still slick with a sheen of sweat and dried blood, their hair slightly matted and sticking up at odd angles. It was chaotic, messy.

I absolutely loved it.

I want to lick each and every inch of their muscular arms.

This earned me a chuckle from them, their lips turning into a sensual smile. A hand found my lower back, drawing me closer to a flurry of erratic camera flashes.

“You kept your promise,” they said, dark eyes trailing my body. “You helped me reach my goal.”

They took my hand, drawing it to their lips to place a kiss against my knuckles. It was such a simple gesture, incredibly tame in comparison to the rough fucking I’d ensured in the maze, but had my heart absolutely pounding. I didn’t even know I had the energy left for it to race like it did.

“After we get this grime off us, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget everyone you’ve ever been with before me,” I vowed.

This earned me a laugh, Cam’s sharp canine teeth catching the light.

“First the after party, Peaches,” they said. “Then I’m all yours for the takin’.”

“What happened toafterthe party?” I asked against Cam’s lips as they pushed us into an empty room, their hands pushing the short skirt of my dress up to my waist.

“No one asked you to wear this dress, Peaches,” they muttered through kisses.

The dress in question was skintight pink pleather and hugged my body. It was so tight that I couldn’t even wear any underwear under it. Much less move normally.

Honestly? It was a bit of a relief to have my thighs freed from their sweaty, pleather prison.

Cam took my new found mobility as the perfect opportunity to push me against the wall, fall to their knees, and stick their face between my legs.

They grabbed two handfuls of my ass and forced my cunt to their mouth.

I gasped as their tongue ran along my folds.

“Is this myrealthank you?” I asked, my hips jerking against their face.

They hummed against me as they took my clit into their mouth for a headysuck. It absolutely sent me spinning, my hand tangling in their hair and forcing them closer.

Unlike in the maze, it was just me and them.

For the first time, I wasn’t getting fucked for the camera. It was just the two of us in here. Strangely, I felt even more vulnerable than when millions of people were watching.

With the stream, I could hide how I felt through overexaggerated moans and expressions, but with them, I couldn’t. They pulled orgasms out of me with ease and left me writhing with even the simplest of touches.

Theycontrolledme. And that was hard to get used to when I’d spent my entire life in control of everything I laid my eyes on.

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