For the Plot (All for Love #1)

Chapter 26

26

Cameron

I swear this is not why I came.

After breakfast, Ezra and I parted so I could get a little work out of the way. My colleagues were much too loud, so I swiped my belongings and made my way to the resort’s main entrance. Millie spotted me along the way and, with a mischievous look, suggested an alternative office.

Did I imagine Joey would be straddling my lap within two minutes of my arrival? Of course, but I swear I wasn’t anticipating it. What I told her was true; I figured that since we were both working remotely this morning, we could do it together.

But now, the most beautiful girl on the island is taking the reins, and I’m ready.

I toss my hat onto the floor and lie flat against the mattress. Just as my hips shift upward in greeting, Joey hops off and scurries into the bathroom.

“What the—” I groan and slap my hands against the sheets. I’m ready to haul myself up and chase her down when she returns. She’s got her hair pulled up in a messy bun and a belt from one of the complimentary robes in her hands. With her lip caught between her teeth, she glides the white cotton fabric between her fingers, then tugs it tight.

“Do you consent?”

I nod.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Y-yes. I consent.” I can’t spit it out fast enough. What is this vixen up to? And what did I do to deserve her?

“Undress. Now. ” Her irises are molten and her chest is flushed with desire.

Never have I ever shed my clothes so quickly—not even in college when playing strip poker.

With deft fingers, she drapes the soft sash over my eyes, then secures it with a knot off to the side of my head. While it doesn’t block out all the light, if I close my eyes beneath it, I can’t see a damn thing.

Without my sight, all my other senses are heightened. The symphony of tourists outside is muffled when she closes the sliding glass door, and the soft padding of bare feet against the tile takes center stage. The room quiets like she’s stopped beside the bed, so I drag one arm out over the sheet and find the hem of her sundress. The sight of her cleavage on display in this tiny piece of fabric at breakfast almost did me in. I don’t know what she has in store for me, but I better get a taste of those tits today.

I work my fingers beneath the hem until she backs away. The rustling that follows leaves me hopeful that when she returns, she’ll be naked. The bed dips, and she straddles my waist. The heat of her has my dick ready for duty in an instant. In the next moment, her arousal is coating me. A shudder runs through my body; not knowing what may happen next is both thrilling and terrifying. Petite hands squeeze on either side of my neck, massaging circles down to my shoulders, then to the tops of my biceps .

“Relax,” she breathes into the silence. “I promise I’ll take good care of you.”

The duvet rustles as she shifts to settle between my legs. I expect her to go straight for my cock, but I should have known better. My toes curl on instinct when she drags her nails up the insides of my legs. She starts at my ankles, then pauses mid-thigh.

With my left hand, I squeeze my shaft, desperate for release. I’m already aching.

Joey grasps my wrist and tugs, forcing me to let go. “Do I have to tie your hands too? Or will you be a good boy and behave?”

No? Yes? I thrash my head from side to side, so out of my mind already I can’t think straight.

“Will you? Be my good boy?” She drags the words out.

My mouth is dry and my ears are ringing, but I swallow and nod obediently.

“Oh, sweetheart, I need to hear you. Speak. Now ,” she commands, and I don’t think she’s talking about Taylor’s Version.

This is Josefine’s Fucking Version .

“Yes,” I mumble.

“Yes, what?”

My whole body jerks when she expertly wraps her fingers around my cock. But just as abruptly, she releases it, and I’m left bereft of her touch.

“Yes, I’ll be your good boy,” I utter with a shaky breath.

Fingers ghost across my chest, phantom touches on my quads, my biceps, my shoulders. I never know where she’ll land next. When she plants a kiss along my waistline, my hips jerk again. I draw my heels up to anchor myself and quell this maddening sensation. She doesn’t protest. Her only response is to rake her nails into the tops of my trembling thighs and drag them toward my knees. I squeeze against her, and she counteracts by pinning my legs to the bed .

I’m spread out before her, one hundred percent exposed and vulnerable, and I fucking love it.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” Her voice, laced with sensuality, sends a ripple down my spine.

“Joey.” I fist the duvet. Fuck, do I need to touch her.

She drags the tip of her tongue from my navel down to my pubic hair, intentionally avoiding contact with my cock.

“ Fu-u-ck. ” I’m the hardest I’ve ever been, and she hasn’t even touched my dick.

She hovers over me, still careful not to come into contact with me where I need her most. “If you ask nicely, I may just suck your cock,” she breathes against my lips. She pulls away quickly when I arch up for a taste.

With my hands still tangled in the duvet, I rasp, “Joey, baby, will you please suck my cock?”

“Thatta boy,” she praises. I can practically feel her smile floating in the air between us.

The mattress dips as she gets comfortable between my legs. She caresses my balls, her touch featherlight, and my stomach contracts in response. With her fingers digging into the sides of my glutes, she sucks the head of my cock, expertly lifting it off my abdomen with only her mouth.

She takes me to the back of her throat and holds. Saliva slides down my sensitive skin, and with a deep inhale through her nose, she releases her grip on my hips and grasps my cock, stroking in time with her tongue.

Cool air washes over me as she pops off and clambers up my body. The next thing I know, her tongue is in my mouth, but before I can react and kiss her back, she’s gone, wrapping those lips around my dick again, sucking and slurping.

“Holy—” I’m cut off when her tongue tangles with mine once more. Her tongue in my mouth after it’s been on my cock is a kink I didn’t know I had .

She returns down below, and when I’m confident she’s there to stay, I thrust my hips once, testing to see what I can get away with. When she doesn’t protest, I thrust again. This time, though, she releases me, and my dick hits my stomach with an obscene smack.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she snarls, pulling my shaft back like a joystick before letting go again.

The back and forth is driving me wild.

“On your side,” she commands.

I do exactly as I’m told and roll to my left. I adjust the knot of the sash for comfort, but I don’t dare peek.

I refrain from reaching for myself again, though I desperately want to. It needs to be stroked. Badly. The sound of her breath mixed with her skin sliding across the duvet is all I hear.

“I want you to gag me with your cock while you eat my pussy.”

Kill me dead.

With searching hands, I can’t grab at the soft flesh in front of me fast enough.

Voice delicate, she urges, “Easy, baby. I’ve got you.” Then she settles her lower body snuggly against my face.

Hooking my arms around the backs of her thighs, I nuzzle her core, inhaling her heady scent. When she yanks me into her mouth, I take that as permission to devour her.

Sixty-nine is truly underrated. Though some claim multitasking dulls the enjoyment, the juxtaposition of giving and taking lights a fire inside me.

When I lick, she hums.

When she sucks, I blow.

Moans are exchanged for groans that turn to grunts before becoming moans again. Round and round, a tug-of-war of pleasure. Though in this game, we’ll both be winners in the end.

Leaving one hand on her ass, I slip the other between her legs and find her clit. Her mouth goes slack on my cock and my tip rests against her lips.

I slide my middle and ring fingers inside her wet heat and work them in time with my tongue while she sucks me lazily, humming her enjoyment around my cock. It’s difficult to resist thrusting my hips for my own pleasure here and there, but I’m mostly focused on getting her to the finish line.

It doesn’t take long for her hips to buck wildly. Her movement slides the sash right off my face, but I keep my eyes closed. I’m not about to ruin my first sensory-deprivation experience.

Every noise I pull from her brings me a little closer to the edge of my own orgasm. Come on, baby , I beg with my tongue.

“Right there. Do that again,” she demands.

I happily comply, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue while curling and pulsing my fingers deep inside her.

She grips my cock with both hands now, muffling her moans with my girth.

“I’m gonna come,” I say into her pussy, warning her of my imminent release.

“Let’s go, baby,” she says around me.

Thighs tighten around cheeks, noses are pressed to damp flesh, and pure bliss passes between us, until the tug-of-war rope we’ve been pulling on goes slack and we collapse in flawless ecstasy.

Joey swallows around my dick, taking every drop of my release while her pussy pulses against my tongue.

“Holy shit,” I pant, finally opening my eyes.

With a giggle, she peppers kisses against my inner leg.

Sitting up, I pull her into my side. As I do, just a hint of hesitation flickers across her face.

“What’s going on in that brain of yours?” I ask, shifting on the bed to get a better look .

Her cheeks are flushed and her hair is all askew. “It wasn’t too much, was it?”

“Baby,” I plant a reassuring kiss on the top of her head. “You’re a fucking queen.”