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[CONFIRM INTEREST]
I snicker. Actually laugh out loud in the empty room.
Scavenger hunt. She has no fucking idea what I've planned for this one.
On screen, Scarletta's cursor hovers over the button. Just hovers there, trembling slightly—or maybe that's her hand shaking.
She bites her bottom lip.
My hand moves faster on my shaft. Grip tightening. Control slipping just enough to make this dangerous.
Her thighs are still spread. Her other hand drifts back down to the waistband of my sweatpants like she can't help herself.
She's going to touch herself while she decides whether to click.
Fuck.
My hips lift off the couch. Precome drips down my knuckles. I don't bother wiping it away.
Her finger twitches on the trackpad.
Click it.Fucking click it.
The cursor moves. Settles directly over [CONFIRM INTEREST].
Hovers.
I hold my breath.
She clicks.
My orgasm rips through me so hard I see white. Come shoots across my stomach, my chest, my hand still working my cock through every violent pulse as I watch her screen load the confirmation page.
RESERVATION CONFIRMED.
Participant 847-SK-2847 locked for Valentine's Day Scavenger Hunt.
Pickup: Right now.
I collapse back against the couch, cock still twitching in my fist, and watch her stare at her screen.
Then she finds the camera inside the glamping fort. Her eyes lock onto the lens, and for one suspended heartbeat, she just stares.
She knows I'm watching.
I'malwayswatching.
Her lips part. Slowly. Deliberately. She brings her hand to her mouth—the same hand that was between her thighs moments ago—and slides two fingers past her lips. Her eyes never leave the camera. Never leaveme.
She sucks them into her mouth. Slow. Thorough. Cheeks hollowing as she drags them back out, glistening wet. Then pushes them back in. Deeper this time. Her throat works around them.
My cock jerks in my fist. Still sensitive. Still half-hard even after coming so violently.
She pulls her fingers free with an audible pop. Holds them up to the camera. Wet. Obscene. Then she smiles—small, wicked, knowing—and mouths two words I can read perfectly on her lips.
