Chapter Eleven
Like Porcelain
T here was, naturally, a problem with how little time Liam and Tess had to fuck. A few, in fact, but one that dominated their minds. Three other women would soon be back. Maybe they had ten minutes. Fifteen, if Avril really wrung out the seconds for them. That wasn’t a lot of time, not for good sex, anyway, which was the only kind Liam wanted to provide.
They couldn’t remove all their clothes because that meant wasting valuable seconds later to redress. They couldn’t get too rough and rowdy because then it’d be obvious from Tess’s messy hair and their out-of-breath faces what had occurred. And they couldn’t spend nearly as much time as was preferred for foreplay, preparing Tess until she was wet enough for him to fit his cock inside of her.
Thankfully, these problems were not wholly without potential solutions. Not for someone who’d come prepared.
“Did—” Tess began to ask.
Liam nodded and grabbed her wrist. Together, they sprinted into the bure and immediately snapped to the right, feet carrying them toward the bathroom.
Among the endless benefits of making this trip on a private jet was the lack of in-depth luggage checks. No one other than him had opened his bag since this trip started. So, no one but Tess knew just how many varieties of massage oil and lube—the latter included at her suggestion, though he doubted she’d thought so far ahead as to have planned for this precise event—he’d shoved into his suitcase. Tomorrow, Victoria would benefit from all his diligent preparation. Before then, Tess would.
Throwing aside some of his socks, he uncovered the lube Tess had most strongly recommended. It was silicone-based, obviously safe for sex, and highly reviewed. It was about to get a tropical island stress test.
Before Liam could even open the cap, Tess thrust herself against him. Almost losing his grip on it as she kissed him, he barely hung on. Meanwhile, Tess began working on the problem of her clothes. Unbuttoning and unzipping her white shorts, she guided them toward the shower, where warm water could easily clean up any mess they made after the fact. Once their feet stood on its tiles, she impatiently waited for him to open the bottle, pour some of the clear lube onto his hands, then warm it up with his hands.
Then she was one grabbing the other’s wrist, guiding three of his fingers toward her sex. Liam responded with a throaty moan of excitement, which caused Tess’s eyes to glow radiantly.
This wasn’t the romantic lovemaking that Fiji was famous for. This wasn’t the soft, gentle lovemaking of two newlyweds, building, building, building, until gentle moans and a shared climax hugged them both. That would come later. Right now, carnal urges required—demanded—satiation.
“Fuck, I love how good you are with your hands,” Tess whispered, shivering as she kissed his neck.
Liam beamed with pride but stayed focused. First, the outer lips. Then the clit. Then, some light penetration. As he spread around the lube, she sighed gratefully.
“Make sure to get plenty on your cock.”
“I will,” he promised, pushing her against one of the shower walls. “Which way?”
“From behind,” Tess growled lustily. “Leave handprints.”
“You sure?”
Her eyes almost seemed indignant at his question. “You know how I like it. I want to cum fast. Make me cum fast, Liam.”
He would. He had to. Her wishes imprisoned him as tightly as any handcuffs. Unbeknownst to him, there were handcuffs on this island. Not in his bag, not in Tess’s. Someone else had her own plans for some rough sex on this trip.
Once he’d freed it from his shorts, he poured plenty of lube on his cock. Tess’s soft hands spread it quickly, feeling how stiff and eager he was to remember how tight and slick she was. Tess delayed things only for one purpose. To kiss him once more, hands stroking him faster and faster, then whisper words that sent him to Elysium.
“Remember, ahhh, how things were over winter break?” Tess suddenly asked, biting back her moans as best she could. “How I was determined to outstrip Avril?”
“Yeah,” was all Liam could muster. It was a fond memory, and he’d undoubtedly been the real winner of that first competition, one Avril hadn’t even really known she was participating in.
“Well, I want to maintain my title, even if there are now more challengers.” Her breathing grew heavier, weighed down, as if the words she hadn’t even said yet turned her on even more. “You can fuck Avril, you can fuck Anna, you can even fuck Victoria. But you’re going to fuck me more than anyone else. Even if we end up trapped on a tiny island with nowhere to hide. You’ll still have to fuck me more than anyone else. Even as they all watch, jealous and annoyed at how greedy I am.”
He nodded, heart an absolute storm within him.
Hands on the wall, bent forward, looking over her shoulder, Tess waited for him to check the requirement for him to say he’d properly fucked her. Her eyes smoldered with anticipation, and it was like the shower had been running at full heat for the past thirty minutes. It was a miracle that steam didn’t gather around him, the way she stared at him.
Liam dropped his gaze to the most fantastic ass he’d ever known. Its size, its shape, how it complemented her long legs and hourglass shape. There were plenty of places for him to leave those requested handprints.
For a moment, he lifted his gaze, climbing up her narrow back. His lips yearned to leave their much shorter-lasting imprints there. Soon enough. Soon enough.
Returning his focus to the most critical place where they’d come into contact, he fitted his cock against her tight but lubricated opening. His cock brought more lubrication, and Tess’s walls instinctively tensed when she felt him begin to enter her. Biting her lower lip, Tess nodded with each inch he added. Liam experienced a similar joy, his cock surrounded by the pleasant sensations of her tight pussy on every side.
The first thrust was slow and steady. The rest were not.
The sounds of their bodies slapping together were deafening. So were Tess’s lusty moans. With the minutes of privacy they had, she didn’t care one bit about being loud. She let him know exactly how good it felt each time he plunged into her, how she loved every slap against her jiggling ass.
Liam quickly decided to match her. Holding her waist at the beginning, he found the right balance between reckless and controlled, then set cruise control. Each rapid pump of his hips ended with him connecting loudly with Tess’s butt. The shower tiles on the floor and wall even amplified the noise, especially when Tess began backing her hips up each time he thrust into her.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Tess gasped, trembling as he rubbed her ass, then snapped his wrist and put a red mark on the round, ample area. “Just like that, Liam! Just like that!”
Another slap had Tess mewling blissfully, begging him not to stop. As her composure fractured, Liam’s euphoria surged.
“We should have done this against the sink so that you could see yourself in the mirror,” Liam panted, slapping the professor’s ass a third time.
“Next time,” Tess moaned, toes already curling in. “Maybe when you finally fuck my ass.”
She hissed as his cock grew even larger while inside of her. Her eyes, rumbling with the storm building within her, snapped to him.
“Someone likes that idea,” she purred. “Have you ever done anal before?”
He quickly shook his head. He could barely hear her; she’d caused some thunder of his own. It roared next to his eardrums, almost deafening.
“It’s going to be even tighter than my pussy is,” Tess promised. “You’ll get your money’s worth for the lube you brought. We’ll be using it plentifully if you take a liking to fucking my ass.”
“I know I will,” Liam said, throat dry. “I love fucking every part of you.”
Tess’s eyes shone like twin meteors racing through the atmosphere. “I can feel you’re telling the truth. Oh, I can feel it. Fuck!” She drew in a long breath. “You’ve become so good at so many things.”
Liam nodded, feeling the climax within his body building rapidly. Normally, he could go longer. He knew they still had some time before the others went back. Yet, Tess’s words shoved him toward the brink.
“It’s a good thing you have so much stamina,” Tess said, shuddering with glee as he finally slapped the other side of her ass. “Otherwise, all the lusty women on this island would reduce you to a husk. This is your marathon, Liam. Can you handle four women for an entire week? Can you leave us all satisfied and certain that we won’t be losing out if we share you back home?”
“I haven’t gotten as far as you think I have with Anna,” he admitted. “And I haven’t really gone anywhere with Victoria.”
Tess saw his hesitance. She understood why. She lifted her chin, challenging him to finish strong.
“Not yet, at least,” Liam said.
“And how do you plan to change that?”
“She’s going to let me massage her tomorrow morning,” he said, spilling his plans in their entirety. “I’m going to give her my absolute best.”
“So, she’ll sit on your lap like she was at the hot spring?”
“You saw that?”
“How couldn’t I? Anna and I both saw it.”
Liam swallowed, but there was no moisture to be found in his throat. Nevertheless, he still answered Tess’s earlier question.
“No, not just so she’ll sit on my lap again. So, she’ll think about massaging my cock with her big tits.”
In between ragged breaths, Tess grinned salaciously. “A dream so, so many men must have had. Fitting their cock between such big breasts, seeing if she can smother every inch.”
The lurid imagery made Liam tremble with excitement. He could also detect that these words weren’t solely meant to increase his arousal. In the very depths of Tess’s deep blue eyes swirled hedonistic fantasies, and her pussy felt even tighter during the following few thrusts. Did someone have a bit of a crush on their colleague?
“If you want to try and kiss her before I do, I won’t be upset,” Liam said.
Tess’s eyes dilated, and he knew he’d hit the mark. Biting her lower lip, Tess glanced toward the south. Toward a woman that they both might want to fuck.
“But you’ll need to be quick about it,” he continued, feeling bolder by the moment. “Tomorrow morning, I will have my lips all over her.”
“We’ll see if it’s so easy,” Tess said, though he knew she was hoping it would be. For the sake of both their fantasies. “I think I know something about Victoria you might not yet know. It involves this very week.”
“Tell me,” Liam urged, but Tess’s eyes seemed to say he needed to make her.
So, he did. The conversation ended. Liam put everything he had on the table, holding nothing back. One hand moved from Tess’s waist to her clit, where he began to stimulate it with all the skill he possessed. She immediately shuddered in bliss, a deep, guttural moan rising in her throat.
Even with that new tactic helping speed up her impending climax, he barely held on any longer than she did. Their pleasure lurched toward the summit, toward the splash of pure sunlight waiting there. It would feel so good to bask in its radiant glow.
Liam slapped Tess’s butt again, watching it jiggle. Her hair bounced on her shoulders and upper back, arms tensing for support each time he pumped his cock into her. She shut her eyes, begging and pleading with only one word at a time.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Liam. Yesss! There!”
It might have been the best climax he’d ever given her. He felt the rhythm of contraction and release in her pussy more potently than usual, and the moans emerging from her throat were shattered things, barely escaping before the next one raced after it. His cock felt so slick too, no longer needing any of the lubricants they’d spread—but still benefiting from it.
The woman of his dreams came hard, and they both reveled in it. Her face twisted with a devastating amount of pleasure, her eyelashes fluttering as wave after wave collapsed upon her beautiful form. Just as they reveled in the final few powerful thrusts—and one more hard spank of his favorite ass, for good measure—before he exploded within her.
His cum gushed out of his cock so forcefully that it might have gone several feet into the air if there hadn’t been a womb waiting to accept it. He joined her moans with his, now experiencing greater magnitudes of bliss than he’d expected. He loved that Tess and Avril had their competition. He loved being in their throats, seeing them look up at him as they challenged the leader’s time. But it couldn’t compare to this.
“I love you, Tess,” he whispered, forehead against her back.
Just like that, his plans for a romantic, secluded dinner, then soft, tender lovemaking, then whispering into her ear that he loved her shattered like porcelain. He hadn’t meant to break from that plan, but he didn’t find any semblance of panic to evaporate his current unparalleled bliss.
It got better.
“I love you too, Liam,” Tess whispered back. Her words held only the truth.
Yes. This was better. This was perfect.