I grab one of the pillows and put it over my crotch before she can grind against me again.
Cami chuckles as her eyes lower. “Trying to resist temptation?”
“Trying to keep myself from blowing my damn load. These people are gonna get me drunk with blue balls.”
She cups my face and kisses me, sliding her tongue between my lips. Moaning at how amazing she tastes, I deepen our connection as her head falls back. My fingers thread through her hair as I pull her closer, but before things go too far, I create space as we gasp for air.
“I think I need a cold shower.”
“Nope! No self-gratification per the rules.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?” I inhale sharply, then exhale. I’m really trying to take things slow with Cami so I don’t fuck it up, but damn, she’s making me second-guess my decision.
With the episode nearly over, the show takes a turn, and I can’t stop laughing at how dramatic everyone is.
For the next few hours, we continue watching, taking shots, and making out. Honestly, it’s a goddamn miracle I don’t tear off her clothes.
By the final episode, there were eight rule breaks, three of which were more than just kissing. One couple had sex and another almost did, but none of that is shown, other than glimpses of a blow job.
At that point, I was eight shots deep and couldn’t say no as Cami kneeled between my thighs and took me in her mouth.
And as every member of the cast who broke a rule said—it was totally worth it.
Chapter Fifteen
CAMERON
DAY 10
It’s been three grueling days of seducing Eli and him denying me before we get too far. We watched my show and played my drinking game. There was some action in between, but since then, he’s insisted on an “above the waist only” rule.
He’ll kiss me and lay with me on the couch no problem, but anything more and he resists.
Eli’s encouraged me to watch the “classics” with him, including Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and Groundhog Day—which ironically feels like what we’re living in—and I had him watch a few of my favorites like Pretty in Pink, Breakfast Club, and Sixteen Candles. It’s been nice hanging out with him and using this time to talk. I definitely feel like we’ve grown closer and have created a tighter bond, but now I’m ready to jump his damn bones.
Cameron: No matter what I do, Eli still says no! Even when I basically straddle his lap and grind on his cock. And trust me, he’s hard!
Kendall: Did you try just walking around naked? As someone who’s seen your boobs before, there’s no way he’d be able to resist them.
I chuckle, knowing she has a good point. I do have awesome tits.
Cameron: I don’t know. That seems too obvious. And a little chilly, honestly.
It’s been in the thirties and windy.
Kendall: There’s a trend on TikTok where you walk in on your man naked and record his reaction. Most don’t deny the opportunity and chase after their women. It’s worth a shot!
Cameron: You’re right…I’m playing to win here!
Kendall: Yes, you are! Take off your clothes and go get your man!
Cameron: I’ll report back!
After I get out of bed and take a shower, I slather myself with lotion and spritz body spray. I towel dry my hair and put moisturizer on my face. Wrapping myself in only a robe, I head downstairs to find him. He’s probably making breakfast, and he can stare at my naked ass while I prepare his espresso.
The moment I get downstairs, I untie my robe and prepare to take it off. I’m not going to film his reaction because then he’ll know something’s up, but I will seduce him until he cracks.
Eli’s facing the stove, and my eyes trail down his bare back and stop at his gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips.
This asshole is testing me.
There’s no way he’s wearing anything underneath them either. I want to tear them off with my teeth.
“Morning,” he calls out, and as soon as he looks over his shoulder, I slide the robe down my arms, and it falls to my feet. He quickly does a double take and blinks.
“Good morning,” I sing-song, walking closer. “What’s for breakfast today?”
Staring, Eli licks his lips and studies me as I open the fridge and grab my creamer.
“Uh…thought I’d make you my famous toad in a hole dish,” he answers, then blinks. “Isn’t it a little…nippy to be walking around naked?”
Fuck yes, it is. “No, I’m pretty hot actually.” I go to the espresso machine and make him a cup of coffee. “Eggs in a basket sounds great.”
I feel his eyes on me as I move around, neither of us speaking as we work. He grabs two plates, and I get the forks, then we set everything on the kitchen table.
Eli places the pan of food in the middle. “Orange juice?”
“Is there still some left?” I ask.
“For one cup.”
“You have it then.”
“Nah. It’s yours if you want it.”
I arch a brow, grinning.
“The juice,” he emphasizes.
Dammit.
“We’ll share it,” I say. “Half each.”
“I can live with that.” He taps his knuckles on the table before going to the fridge. He returns with two glasses and sets them down. Then he leans in, grips my chin, and brings our mouths together.
I moan, loving the taste of him, and wrap my arms around his waist. Pulling him closer, I feel his cock growing hard against my chest, and know I’m getting to him.
Eli grabs my wrists from behind his back and moves them away.
“I know what you’re doing, and it’s not gonna work.”
“I’m not doing anything. I’m out of clothes and don’t know how to do laundry.” I bat my lashes innocently, grinning.
“Is that so?” He leans back, folding his arms.
I shrug, nonchalantly. “Yep. So it’s naked central until I can find a tutorial online.”
Chuckling, he shakes his head. “I just stuff all my clothes into the washer with the detergent.
