Holiday Home (A Harem Fantasy #5)

Chapter Twenty

His Very Best

V ictoria was awake when he returned to their bure. Awake and eating breakfast outside, much like he’d found Tess, Anna, and Avril. The only difference, however, was that Victoria hadn’t put her clothes back on after getting out of bed.

Liam’s cock immediately experienced a rush of blood as he learned this fact. Pausing at the steps leading up to the deck, he stared with wide eyes at the unfairly gorgeous woman. Setting down a mug of coffee, Victoria noticed him.

“Welcome back, Liam.”

“Good morning, Victoria.”

He climbed up to their shared deck, wiping off the flecks of sand on his feet as best he could. The busty professor took another sip of her coffee, watching him silently. Even after last night, a portion of him still wavered when her intense stare fell upon him. It worried that she might have revised her passing grade in her sleep, that she’d announce she was no longer interested in seeing what else he could offer her.

It was a ridiculous thought, and he quashed it as he approached her.

She became the fourth woman of the morning he kissed. As he stood over her, she glanced up. She must have seen his intentions, even before he bent down.

She tilted her head back and allowed him to kiss her. In doing so, the last vestiges of concern within him evaporated. He was ready for today. He was ready to titillate Victoria’s body in a way she hadn’t experienced in years, potentially. He was ready for her to fall for him. Not halfway, not three-quarters, but wholly, completely. She’d also want more alone time with him once they were through here.

“Your lips taste slightly sugary,” Victoria noted.

“And yours tastes like coffee.” He ended the kiss, brimming with excitement. “I tried out some Fijian breakfast. The others ordered room service.”

Victoria nodded understandingly. “And have you sufficiently scared them away long enough for you to provide me a private massage?”

Brimming became overflowing. “Yes, I have. They were all very understanding.”

“Even Avril?”

“Even Avril. Minus the part where I asked about when your birthday is.”

A glimmer of amusement danced within the tundra that made up her eyes. “It’s become a secret, has it?”

“Not if you tell me the date right now,” Liam said, though he had a sneaking suspicion that he was about to be turned down.

Victoria sipped more of her coffee. “If you were to be given this information, what would it prompt you to do?”

“What the others are doing, I assume,” he said. “Find a way to celebrate it properly. Unless you’re one of those people who don’t celebrate their birthdays. Then I’ll treat you no differently than normal.”

“Normal,” Victoria repeated. “Currently, I think we’re in the process of figuring out what will be ‘normal’ between us.”

Liam couldn’t disagree.

“I do celebrate my birthday,” the buxom brunette continued. “And I suspect the others have their own plans for it, maybe even a combined one. I doubt they’ll keep you out of it, even if they’re enjoying keeping you in the dark right now. If you just wait a little longer, I’m sure you’ll get your answer.”

“So, then, why don’t you tell me what it is?”

“For my own childish amusement, I suppose.”

He rolled his eyes. “At least you call it what it is.”

“Do I still get my morning massage?”

Liam snapped his gaze back to her. “The best one you’ve ever experienced.”

Victoria smiled softly. “I’m looking forward to it.”

While Victoria finished her coffee, Liam prepared. He flattened one of the sun loungers, which would be where the voluptuous woman soon rested her body. He grabbed plenty of towels, including one he rolled up for head support. The nearby beach did plenty of legwork in setting a calm, relaxing mood, so he decided late into his prep to change the direction of the sun lounger. This way, Victoria could stare out toward the waves if she so desired.

And, of course, he picked the most suitable massage oil from the set. Named Desire by its creators, the bottle—and reviews he’d read—promised it would enhance the intimacy of what was to come. With avocado oil as its base, it’d been infused with a strong vanilla note. Furthermore, it promised to leave behind a golden hue on the body, which the skin would slowly absorb throughout the massage.

It was the weapon he considered best suited for an erotic massage, and that was what he intended to give Victoria Moreno. Once he’d set everything up, he looked toward his morning objective.

“Are you ready for me, sir?” the buxom woman asked, long legs crossed. Another area he couldn’t wait to get his hands on.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, keeping his cool. “Just come over when you’re ready for your massage.”

“I’m ready,” Victoria said. Standing, she enflamed him with surging desires as she walked up to him, passed him by, and made herself comfortable on the lounge chair. In this, the resort had better accommodation, but he doubted they’d let him utilize their beach-side massage tables to put his hands all over Victoria’s body.

But could they potentially sneak in late at night?

A thought for later. Focusing on the endless stretch of smooth skin now waiting for his touch, Liam inhaled and exhaled. He hadn’t been allowed to touch any of this last night. Today he’d touch all of it. All of her.

Victoria had elected to start on her stomach. Folding her arms beneath her head, resting both on the rolled-up towel he’d provided, her piercing blue eyes watched him with a hint of curiosity. She’d seen him massage Tess on the plane, but that had only involved the neck and shoulders. This was a full-body massage, and she was naked. She was probably wondering if he’d be capable of keeping his hands equally distributed along her gorgeous body, or if he’d end up so impatient that he urged her to roll over and let him start kneading her breasts.

You won’t be disappointed, Liam thought.

“Let me know when I hit a good spot—or a bad one,” he said. “And if you want a break in any area or a place you want me to double back to. This’ll be at least an hour long, maybe more.”

Victoria wordlessly nodded. Her breasts would stay squished—as squished as her breasts could become—against the sun lounger’s cushion for quite a while. It was a shame, but it was also how it had to be. This was going to be the best massage he’d ever given. The best one he’d given so far. Better and better. Improvement was his goal. Not just in this arena, but at chess, at sex, at every component that constituted any part of his relationship with any of the four women he wanted to be with.

Putting aside his desire, Liam picked up Desire, pumped out a small amount of golden-hued liquid, and got to work.

“Right there,” Victoria whispered some ten minutes later. Her eyes were closed—had been closed for quite some time, in fact. She’d found the experience of her hands on her neck and shoulders sublime; she’d said as much and left him overflowing with pride at his work.

Now, with his thumbs working across her upper back, thumbs working the glistening oil into the skin beneath her shoulder blades, he’d apparently found a place she wanted him to linger at. He gleefully did as she asked.

“Like this?” he said, testing how much pressure he should apply until he found the one Victoria preferred.

“Yes,” she breathed out, smiling softly. “That’s… perfect.”

Her words filled him with a measure of the bliss she was experiencing. Because of how voluptuous she was, he’d been expecting her to have some problems that needed resolving in her back. He wasn’t necessarily happy about being correct, but he was glad to provide her with as much relief as possible.

As promised, Desire had set Victoria’s smooth skin aglow. With olive and gold combined, she looked ready to descend from parting clouds and proclaim her godhood before a crowd. It would only get better, especially once he could set her long, toned legs to glistening.

But he didn’t rush, even if there was so much of her that he wanted to explore and touch. So far, he’d kept his rhythm steady. For that, he was proud of himself. Proud of how he kept his focus intact, even when confronted by such a beautiful body. It was challenging, and he did yearn to speed things up, but he knew he was earning more and more of her approval and admiration with each second that he didn’t rush things.

Especially now that he was offering her so much relief.

Eventually, Victoria called for him to go lower. So, he did. He gave her smooth, narrow back as much attention as she wanted. He didn’t forget her sides either. Spreading the glistening oil, memorizing Victoria’s shape, almost feeling delirious because of how perfectly curved her shape was, he slowly edged toward her lower back. Just beneath it stood the first area he’d been truly excited to reach.

There wasn’t a towel on it, even though he’d made that option available to her. Outside of the one she used as a headrest, the rest stood in a stack by the lounger. She was as naked now as she’d been since her clothes had come off last night.

“Have you already decided what bikini you’ll be wearing later?” he asked, massaging the area right before the pronounced slope of her butt began.

“I have,” Victoria said calmly. “You’ll like it.”

“That goes without saying.”

Victoria opened her eyes. “You’ll really like it, then.”

He beamed at her, which caused her to smile back subtly. “Could it get five points?”

“I’m not sure. So far, you only seem to give me five points when I’m practically nude.”

“You’ll have a few chances to change that before we leave.”

Snorting amusedly, Victoria closed her eyes again. “You can go lower, Liam.”

He would—he did. But not immediately. He gave her lower back and sides as much attention as he’d given the rest of her, and only then did he finally begin massaging Victoria’s phenomenal butt.

As the saying went, a person was born with what they had up top but could create just about anything at the bottom. Even though they were all already exceptionally blessed in the former, the women on this trip with him had taken this motto very seriously.

Victoria’s butt was as delicious as the rest of her. Shapely and soft, though a quick flex could have changed the second of those, he restrained the urge to start kneading it quickly and deeply. Keeping his rampancy under check, Liam massaged Victoria’s butt with the same level of professionalism as the rest of her.

Mostly.

Drawing his hands along its pronounced curve, sweeping his hands around the side, he couldn’t help but occasionally cup a cheek in his hand. He couldn’t help but imagine how snug his cock would feel if she ever gave him an assjob. He couldn’t help but—

“Liam.”

“Y-Yes?” he said, starting.

Victoria had turned her head enough to stare at him. “You can push your hand down. I won’t mind if you want to make a comparison or two.”

Heat rushed into his face, and even though that hadn’t been what he’d been doing, he could see how she might have come to that conclusion. He had ended up basically “measuring” her ass for the last minute or two.

Having her permission, however, he did as she recommended. Setting his palm on her butt, he applied pressure. His hand sank in, deforming its robust shape, and his cock stiffened with each inch deeper it lowered.

He wanted to be several inches deep within her. So badly. When was her stupid birthday? He’d start planning something romantic if she just gave away the date.

“Do you approve?” Victoria asked.

“I’m in love,” Liam said.

Victoria snorted softly. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of chances to prove the truth of those words. But for now, please, my legs. I’m… eager to have a chance to flip over.”

They were of the same mind. Drawing his hands lower, he descended the slopes of her shapely butt and gave a full twenty minutes—including the time when she eventually flipped over—to her long, gorgeous legs.

Skin looking even more radiant than usual, he sculpted his hands around her thighs. When he’d first found out about Desire, he’d assumed it would work as a truly full -body massage oil. Unhappily, he’d read that it couldn’t replace lube. So, even though his fingers slipped in close, especially after Victoria flipped over and his hands started climbing back up her legs, he made sure his fingers didn’t end up playing with Victoria’s clit or trying to slip inside of her.

Fortunately, her long legs were still a playground he happily experienced. Tess really loved having her calves massaged, and he discovered Victoria might even like it more. Working his fingers through the strikingly defined muscle of her left calf, he found and eradicated the sources of tension in it, then repeated the process in the other one.

“Thank you,” she whispered once it was finally time for her to flip over. Her eyes shone with appreciation. “You’re doing an excellent job, Liam.”

“Better than expected?” he asked, adding more oil to his hands, then beginning to resolve the tension in her feet.

“A bit,” Victoria admitted. “You must have spent a lot of time practicing on my colleague.”

“Guilty as charged,” Liam said. “She made for a good teacher.”

Victoria was quiet for a while, shutting her eyes again. Around the time he started working his hands back up her now glistening legs, she spoke again.

“When it comes to how last night went, specifically between us, did you enjoy it thoroughly?”

What kind of a question is that? Liam wondered.

“Of course. It was amazing.”

“Including the part where you weren’t allowed to touch me?”

Liam resisted an urge to kiss Victoria’s shin; the stupid massage oil wasn’t good to get on the lips either. If he’d been planning ahead, he would have kissed it before applying the oil. At least he had that plan in his thoughts going forward.

“It was difficult to keep my hands off you, but it kind of enhanced the experience, I’d say.”

Victoria subtly nodded. “I’m happy you feel that way. I do sometimes like to include stipulations and restrictions. I’ve found that they enhance things, as you said.”

“It’s not just because you like being in control?” Liam teasingly asked.

Victoria met his gaze, unashamed. “Just as often, I like being controlled.”

It was a shot of pure adrenaline to his heart. Nodding dumbly, Liam fumbled his thumbs on Victoria’s right leg, then needed to shake his head and refocus on the massage. Yet, a part of him started constructing a library of salacious ideas, just as he suspected Victoria had intended.

He kissed the top of her thigh, then began covering it in oil, then kneading her smooth skin. His mouth drifted close to Victoria’s sex as he worked on her upper thighs. Mouth inches from her skin, his eyes lifted. They found permission staring back at them.

Seconds later, he kissed her right above her clit. Victoria shifted, slightly separating her legs. Liam’s lips lowered, then kissed her clit. Using his tongue with marginally less skill than he might have done so with his fingers, he rolled it over the sensitive pearl. The intensity of Victoria’s breathing amplified, so he did it again. And again. And a few more times.

Gripping her thighs, he helped spread her legs further. She let him have this control over her. She let him situate his knees on the sun lounger, settling in place between her legs. And she let him interrupt her massage with his lips and tongue. Fingers pressing into her thighs, keeping her legs apart, Liam did his very best—and Victoria arched into him because of it.

He tasted and kissed her, kept making her wetter and wetter, and found her slightly sweet. It wasn’t just the powerful aroma of the vanilla covering most of her body, though that was there too. Much like with the massage, he started slow, gradually increasing pressure and speed over time, and stayed consistent in the motions he made with his tongue. The rules were often the same: consistency and good technique would always be appreciated over random freestyling.

And it was appreciated. He finally heard what Victoria sounded like when she moaned. When it happened, she also thrust her hand down her voluptuous body and grabbed his shoulder, using him as an anchor. Her knees climbed higher, her body shaking, and she moaned in a breathy, beautiful tone.

“Again,” Liam commanded.

A handful of seconds later, she did so. The stunningly beautiful woman melted under the attention he gave her with his mouth. Summer arrived, and the ice thawed.

Victoria’s climax brought Liam as much pride as any he’d ever caused. She whispered his name, inciting him to keep up the pace he’d found. As was typical, her favored area was her clit, though she’d asked for—and he’d happily provided—attention along other parts of her pussy. He’d used his tongue to its fullest talent, and now he slid his tongue in short, relatively quick motions across her clit.

It brought the bands of bliss down onto her; she tightened, gasped breathily, and climaxed. Liam looked up and watched Victoria’s massive breasts as they heaved, feeling an unparalleled sense of accomplishment at having delivered her to such a state. He’d officially returned the favor from last night.

“Should I go for another?” he asked.

Slightly surprisingly, Victoria shook her head. “If you do, I’m going to make you stay there for the entire morning. Finish your massage, Liam. My tits are right here, waiting.”

He climbed off his knees and returned to his feet. Still coming down from her high, Victoria lowered her legs. Her eyes remained slightly less focused than before as he applied several lengths of glistening oil on her flat belly—then kissed the untouched areas of skin between them for good measure. This was no shorter of a portion of the massage than any other, so her tits, fantastic as they were, had to wait a while longer.

He experienced her abdominal muscles, knew that her core never went neglected in the gym, and worked to relieve her tension—some of which he’d caused with his previous act. As ever, he left her skin smoother than it’d been, glowing with golden hues and smelling strongly of vanilla.

Finally, his attention arrived upon the sexiest pair of tits on Earth. From their marvelous size to their perfect shape, Liam found his heart zooming as he stared at them.

“I want to suck on them so badly,” he admitted.

“You’ll have a chance to prove that you’re good at doing that too,” Victoria said.

“I get to fuck them and suck them? This island really is a paradise.”

“Isn’t it, though?” Victoria asked, briefly looking out toward the beach. The waves lapped in, smooth and gentle. The morning was finally starting to get warm, as well. Again, there were no rain clouds in sight.

“Are they sensitive?” he asked.

“You’ll find out pretty soon,” Victoria said.

“When did you become so cagey?” he complained.

Victoria chuckled softly. “When did you become so impatient?”

“The right word is ‘ eager,’ ma’am,” Liam said.

Victoria snorted, but amusement lifted one corner of her mouth. “Fine. They’re sensitive. Uncommonly, even, given their size. Lucky you.”

“Lucky me,” Liam agreed. “Will you let me suck on them afterward?”

“Yes,” Victoria said.

“And could I have that titfuck while we shower? In the outdoor one?”

Victoria lifted her head and looked toward it, though neither of them could see it from here, blocked as it was by the bure. “It won’t be as good as what I intended, which was to have us swap positions right here. Water’s not a great lubricant, after all. I’m sure a talented masseuse like yourself is aware of that fact.”

“Seeing you on your knees will make up for it.”

Victoria rolled her eyes but assented to his idea. With that all settled, Liam poured a copious amount of massage oil on her amazing breasts, quietly celebrated, and then finally put his hands on them.

He flexed his fingers. At their widest, his palms on her nipples, his hands couldn’t reach the edges of her breasts—not unless he first compressed her breasts quite a bit. His excitement built. For right now, of course, but also for when he’d get to test his next theory: that she might be able to completely smother his cock between her breasts. Today was on track to be as amazing as yesterday.

For the penultimate time this morning, Liam started slow. He gradually built up the intensity of his massage, staying consistent in how he titillated Victoria Moreno. Her breasts gleamed under the favor of the sun, which had steadily climbed higher and higher as the earliest hours of the morning gave way to mid-morning. Under his favor, they experienced something sublime.

Victoria wore a contented smile as she lifted her head and kissed the back of his wrist. Reaching out with her hand, she began to feel his cock through his shorts. More now than ever before, she seemed like a totally different person. Satisfied, content, floating on a warm current. He adored the rare chance to see her so relaxed. Her intensity took a brief respite. One of its first in years, based on the history she’d explained to him in their texts.

She breathed out a sigh of gratitude as he swirled his fingers around all sides of her breasts. She bit her lower lip when he started drawing his attention toward her lovely areolae, then eventually quaked, delighted, when he played with her nipples. He’d known he needed to do this even before she’d sent him that peek of them in her most recent picture. It wasn’t just a desire but a visceral need. He could have gone without water today, but he couldn’t go without stimulating Victoria’s breasts.

“I have another question for you, Liam,” Victoria said. He was several minutes into attending to her breasts, having elicited several pleasurable sighs. She was in a realm of sensitivity higher than Tess and Avril but lower than Anna. He hoped, like Anna, she could climax from breast play.

“Shoot,” he said.

“How long have you been fucking my colleague?”

He blinked and momentarily lost focus on the massage. “Well… for a while.”

“How long is ‘a while?’”

He waffled slightly, which caused Victoria to open her eyes. Some of that intensity flowed back into her striking eyes.

“Specifically, since winter break,” he finally said.

“And Avril?”

“Since… winter break.”

“And Anna?”

“Since winter break,” he repeated, feeling like a broken record. “Sort of. That relationship is going much slower. We’re taking things at a pace she’s comfortable with.”

“And now me, but in spring break.” Victoria scoffed, amusement smoothing over the harsher edges of her stare. “It appears you have your own unique type of ‘mating season.’ Any event that ends in the word ‘break.’ How many more women will you pick up when the longest break of them all, summer break, arrives in a couple more months?”

Liam’s face colored. “I’m not—it’s not like that. It’s just you four.”

“ Just us four? How humble of you. Magnanimous, even.”

Liam didn’t have much of a response. He merely shrugged.

His silence brought another smile to Victoria’s face, and she glanced in the direction of the other women’s bure. “So, I’m the last woman you want to possess?”

“I wouldn’t say it like that.”

“But I would,” Victoria said, returning her gaze to him. “And I won’t be upset if you whisper things like that to me from time to time.”

Liam immediately swallowed and nodded.

“Finish playing with my tits, Liam, then finish the massage. You clearly need a drink before I let you start sucking on my nipples.”

He broke his one rule; he hurried. The last part of the massage, the front of her shoulders and again on her neck, ended up slightly rushed. Victoria didn’t hold it against him.