“Truth or Dare?”
“I told you I don’t like that game,” I say. This time, my words are smoother, more subdued.
“Answer me,” she challenges, her tone fierce.
“Dare.” I can’t handle any more truths tonight.
“I dare you to fuck me.”
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 ayesescapes 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 ishard 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.
