His cock throbbed, straining against his jeans, but he took the opportunity to shift position. “What will you bet? Loser hikes to the top and takes selfie while winner lounges by the pool?”
“Sounds good,” she said. “Since you defined the payment, I get to specify the score.”
He shrugged. “As long as we both keep score. What’s it going to be?”
“Number of orgasms.” Leanna leaned back and looked at her nails. “That’s the only score that counts.”
“No.” He resorted to a monosyllable to override his cock jumping like his dog fighting the leash.
“Self-reported doesn’t come, I mean, count,” Leanna said, making an “O” with her thumb and fingers while moving her hand in a stroking motion. “Neither do wet dreams and getting off inside your pants.”
“No.”
“You mean no vibrators and butt plugs? I’ll take that,” Leanna said, lowering her voice because the driver had turned down the radio.
“No,” he repeated, realizing what a disadvantage he’d have over her. Unless… “Okay, then, let’s get started.”
“Great.” She heaved and panted, sticking out her tongue. Giggling, she licked his neck, one long and luscious swipe.
He was on the verge of embarrassing himself, but he wasn’t planning on winning. Hiking up a Mexican mountain was worth it as long as he got a front row seat to Leanna Rivera orgasms—enough to last the rest of his lonely life.
Now, if he could only hold out until the end of the ride.
