Chapter 9
9
Cameron
Joey slides her hand lower, over the waistband of my sweats, and squeezes ever so slightly around my hardening cock. “Let’s use each other.” She groans. “Just this one night. What’s the worst that can happen? It’s not like we’ll ever see each other again.”
She’s right. We live on opposite sides of the US. We’ve both been thoroughly fucked over—quite literally—by our partners in the last twenty-four hours; the least we can do is enjoy ourselves with the little time we have left on this island. Lord knows she’s sexy as sin. It wouldn’t be a hardship on my part.
“Is that a yes?” she purrs in my ear.
The second a yes escapes my lips, Joey has me pinned on my back. She straddles me, a knee planted on the mattress on either side of my hips, and wastes no time locking her lips to mine.
Without hesitation, I open, inviting her in. She nips at my bottom lip and swipes her tongue across it, soothing the prick of pain. I flatten my palms on her ass and groan when I’m met with smooth flesh beneath her risqué cover-up. She grinds her hips against mine and bites my lip once again. She’s a fucking minx .
Delirium takes over. I’m no longer dizzy from my panic attack, but lightheaded from lust.
“Off,” she demands, yanking my sweatpants down my thighs.
A gasp escapes her when my cock springs free of the fabric. I’m not wearing any underwear. She rubs her cunt across the thick head. Fuck. She’s already soaked through her thong. The breathy noises she’s making as she works herself back and forth over me are driving me fucking wild. With a hand between us, I fumble to find her clit, but when I do and I press my thumb to it, she jerks her hips forward.
“More,” she begs, flattening her palms against my chest for support.
I shove her thong aside with one hand and suck on the middle finger of the other, then slide it inside her.
“Yes, Cam.” Moaning, she rocks her body on my hand. “More.”
Inserting a second finger, I work her clit with my thumb again, this time rubbing circles around it.
“How does that feel?” I ask, keeping a steady rhythm.
One-night stands are usually unexpected and feverish. There’s no guarantee of chemistry, and there’s almost no opportunity to discover what the other person likes. But with Joey, I want to know. Does she like having her nipples pinched? Her neck sucked? Her ass slapped? It’s a gamble to try for the trifecta, but I’m overcome with adrenaline and desire. I want to experience it all with the woman writhing above me right now.
“It’s not enough. I need your cock.”
Holy shit. Is this the woman of my dreams?
For tonight she is .
Panting, she grips my shaft and tugs, but she freezes when she reaches the head.
“What’s wrong?” My stomach sinks. Please don’t stop.
“Nothing. I—I—” she stutters. Above me, her expression is hard to read. It’s dark, and her hair obscures her face, but she’s got her lip caught between her teeth. “I just didn’t expect you to be so big.”
I grin into the darkness. “Think you can take it all, sweetheart?”
I swear she gulps in response.
“Condom. Now,” she demands.
Twisting my upper half, I rifle through the front pocket of my bag.
With a quick tear, the foil packet gives, and I roll the rubber down my length. Above me, an eager Joey hovers as she shimmies out of her thong. When she settles herself again, she spits on my cock and strokes it over the rubber. Holy fucking shit. My balls ache and my chest goes tight at the sight of her lining me up with her entrance. My fingers dig into her hips as I carefully lower her down my length. She’s warm and wet, and I have a suspicion this moment will live on in my fantasies for a long time.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I whisper.
With a delicious moan, Joey slides up and down at a torturously slow pace, adjusting to my girth.
“How do you want it?” With my hands splayed, I explore her soft skin. I pull the straps off her shoulders and down her arms so her cover-up is pooled around her waist. Her breasts are the perfect size for my hands. Her already peaked nipples tighten as I rub circles around them with my thumbs. God damn. Her body is so responsive. Fire licks up my insides while I wait for her answer. I’m equal parts desperate to see where she’ll let me take this and terrified that I’m woefully unprepared for the possibilities. Her heavy breasts sway mere inches from my face as she continues to work herself up and down me. If she keeps riding me like this, I don’t know that I’ll last.
“Rough,” she says, her voice clear and sure .
That’s all I need to hear. In one quick movement, I pull her off me and flip her onto her back.
I smother her responding yelp with a hard kiss, finally devouring her, then pepper kisses down her neck and suck on her collarbone. She raises her hips against me in approval, so I don’t let up. I drag my tongue down to her breast and lock my lips around her nipple, swirling and flicking my tongue.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
I move to her other breast and lavish it with the same attention before I make my way lower, pushing her knees apart so her pussy is on full display for me. We skipped dessert at dinner, but I think I’ll finally have mine.
“This okay?” We don’t know each other, so although her body language makes it pretty damn obvious she’s all in, I don’t want to misread the cues.
“Fucking do it,” she commands.
Flattening my tongue, I lap at her clit. She bucks in response and grips my hair. I hum against her before fucking her with my tongue in earnest, dipping inside her wetness. Her back arches off the bed, and she cries out my name when I go back to sucking her clit and slide two fingers inside her.
“You like when I suck on your pretty little cunt?” I grin against her thigh, still working her over with my hand.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” she praises.
I suck again, this time with quick pulses, and in seconds, she’s careening toward the edge.
“Fuck, Cam, I’m so close.”
I know. I can feel it—her walls spasming and her thighs squeezing my head, keeping me pinned to her core.
“Come on my mouth,” I demand, pulling her thighs toward me.
She rocks her hips faster, arching her back, and when I slip a third finger inside, curling just so, she lets out the sexiest primal scream I’ve ever heard. I gently rub on her clit until her arms and knees relax beside her.
“How was?—”
“So… fucking… good.”
With a laugh, I wipe her arousal from my mouth, then work my way up her body until my cock rests at her soaking-wet opening. Dipping low, I kiss between her breasts, where her heart rate is slowly settling. Then she’s grabbing my cock and lifting her hips, her pussy nice and relaxed from her orgasm, and sliding me all the way in. I pause when I’m to the hilt, giving her time to adjust.
“What are you waiting for?” she says. “Fuck me.”
With those words, I bury my face in the crook of her neck and slam into her. She smells like the hotel soap--rosemary, and eucalyptus. I lick at her sweat, suddenly regretting not ripping my shirt off. I wish I could feel her breasts against my bare skin, but I can’t stop pounding into her. Her ass will be speckled with marks from my tight grip tomorrow, but I don’t care. At least she’ll have a nice souvenir to take home with her.
“You like when I’m rough with your pussy?”
She moans, arching and throwing her head back in response. Oh, she loves the dirty words I’m feeding her. She matches my pace, her cunt clenching around my cock with every thrust.
Our sex is hard and fast.
Messy and greedy.
Stealing and healing.
Taking and giving.
Perfect .