Holiday Home (A Harem Fantasy #5)

Chapter Twenty-Three #2

Anna blushed but shook her head. “It was fine. Erm, fun. I don’t regret that it happened.”

“That makes three of us, I’m sure,” Liam said. “Avril almost seemed as into it as I was.”

“Yes, I… noticed.” She blushed furiously, and Liam hid a smile by rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand. “Avril’s certainly making the most of this trip.”

“I hope we’ll do the same.”

Anna nodded, and in that nod, he saw that that was exactly what she was doing right now. Leading them away from the others would allow her to feel a little less inhibited. And then…

They only walked for a few more minutes. Their destination proved to be more beach, which wasn’t too unexpected. There was no one around, and the three others were a good five minutes away. As had clearly been her intent, they now had some privacy.

Keeping one towel under her arm, she rolled out the other. Once it was settled on the sand, she turned her vivid green eyes back upon him.

“Will you lie down with me, please?”

“Happily,” Liam said.

Even with the sight of an endless ocean, a clear blue sky overhead, and white sands surrounding them, Liam effortlessly stayed focused on the stunning woman lying next to him. On their sides and staring at one another, only inches apart, a smile creased Liam’s mouth.

“Well, we’re alone,” he whispered.

Even as she nodded, the quickness of her pulse betrayed her attempt at appearing calm. “We’re alone.”

“Very, very alone,” Liam continued. He laid a hand on her hip, then watched Anna breathe in. It stayed there, absorbing her warmth into his palm.

“As I wanted us to be,” Anna said, eyes drifting away from his face, down his body.

Liam brought his nose to Anna’s, calling her eyes back up with the subtle change in positioning. “What else might you want, now that we’re very, very alone?”

Without needing a single word, Anna’s mouth answered his question. She enthralled him with the taste of her lips and the shifting of her body until there wasn’t any space between them. She shut her eyes and kissed him deeply. As his hand massaged her smooth side, tracing her curves, she reached up and laid her palm on his cheek. The kiss continued and continued and continued.

“Every time,” Liam whispered.

“What?” Anna asked, pausing long enough to hear his answer.

“Every time my mouth gets near you— any part of you—I’m the happiest guy on the planet.”

Anna blushed intensely but brought her lips back in for another kiss. “Which part of me are you thinking about right now, specifically?”

“There are too many parts to mention,” Liam said. “Your gorgeous mouth.” He kissed her there. “Your soft cheek.” He kissed her there. “Your neck.” He kissed her there. “Your collarbone.” He kissed her there.

Breathing sharply, Anna let him roll her onto her back. Now, on top of her, Liam continued to kiss every enticing corner of her voluptuous body. Her collarbone, her shoulder, her upper arm, then…

“W-Wait!” Anna hastily whispered.

Liam stopped himself. Not just his mouth, but his hands, which had started to lift Anna’s top for a second time in about an hour.

“Too fast, too much?” he asked, though he didn’t think it was either of those things. Not after she’d admitted to having no regrets about what had happened in the ocean.

“No, not that. Not that at all.” Anna cupped his face and kissed him again. “But… I want to do something for you. And… I can’t let you distract me.”

“I’m being distracting?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yes. Very distracting. You’re always very distracting.”

Liam grinned. “I suppose I’ll take that in a complimentary way.”

“As you should.”

“So, I should roll off you?”

“Yes. Please.”

Reluctantly, he returned to his side. Anna did the same, though she then put a hand on his chest and pushed him onto his back. Biting her lip, she moved that hand downward. Over his abs, fingertips tracing the muscles they found, and onto his swim trunks.

“Lift your hips, Liam,” Anna ordered.

There was nothing about what happened next to complain about, so Liam just stayed silent. Without any reservations, he helped Anna grant his cock its first chance to feel Fiji’s heat. It might have been an hour or two later than initially hoped, but there was no use complaining about that now.

“I’d like to do more than I’ve done in the past,” Anna whispered.

“How much more?” Liam asked.

“Could I use my mouth?”

He was halfway to nodding enthusiastically when he glanced toward his throbbing cock. Right. The ocean.

“I want to agree happily, but it’s—and I can’t believe I’m saying this—probably unpleasantly salty right now.”

“I know. That’s what this is for.”

Reaching behind her body, she picked up her water bottle. Liam blinked and said, “Oh. Fair enough.”

“Then… you’re alright with it?”

He stared at Anna glibly. “Annabelle Royce, if you ever ask a question like that again, I just might go tell Avril about it.”

Anna blushed. “I just want to establish consent.”

“You have it. Now, tomorrow, always.”

“Okay,” the beautiful woman said. Her eyes drifted toward the stiff object standing up halfway down his body, in disharmony from the rest of him. Anna flipped up her water bottle’s top, then sat up.

As was famously stated, cold water—and this was ice water—and an erection didn’t typically coincide with one another. Like a turtle hurrying back into its shell. That was usually how things went.

Today, Liam experienced an unusual but memorable break from that established norm. Anna gently tilted her water bottle, and the first trickle of clear, cold water poured itself onto the tip of his cock. Liam immediately sucked in a breath as it streamed down his erection, and Anna quickly ended the stream.

“It’s just sensitive,” he promised. “Not in a bad way.”

That was only mostly true. It didn’t hurt or anything, but it was a weird feeling, like how it felt strange to stick your hand into Jello as a kid on Halloween, having been told it was a brain. It wasn’t that it was unpleasant, just that it was unusual enough to invoke an adjacent response.

It stayed that way when, trusting him, Anna resumed her task. A slow waterfall of icy water chilled his cock, and it might have been enough to do what icy water liked to do to an erection. However, a new source of heat introduced itself to his cock.

Anna’s hand, warm, soft, and gentle, wrapped around his length. As the water streamed out, curling his toes with its gelid touch, her hand worked to spread it across his length and rid any lingering saltiness clinging to it before she took him into her mouth. In the classical battle of heat and cold, the former won out. With Anna’s warm palm gliding up and down his cock, he stayed erect. He remained eager for what was about to happen.

“It feels okay?” Anna asked.

“It’s an unusual combo, but your hand more than makes up for any discomfort.”

Anna blushed, nodded, and continued cleansing his cock. She stared at it intently, almost hungrily. Not almost, actually. Though she didn’t rush, spending a good thirty seconds cleaning him up, she looked incredibly eager to dry him off with the second towel she’d brought along and move on to the task that had led her to isolate him from the rest.

“Avril… says that men always prefer a blowjob to a handjob,” Anna said. “Is that true?”

“Just about,” Liam said, resisting an urge to pry into what other things she and Avril had talked about, as well as when they’d started having such open conversations. “Though a bad blowjob is going to be worse than a bad handjob, I’d say.”

“I hope mine won’t be bad,” Anna said, suddenly looking concerned.

“Did Avril give you some tips on what to avoid?” He knew she must have. She was probably fully aware of her best friend’s plans. This had clearly been what she’d been alluding to earlier.

Face red, Anna nodded.

“Then I’m not worried. Obviously.” He lifted his head enough to nod at his cock. “The opposite, in fact.”

The stream of water ended. Anna placed her water bottle down, then grabbed the second towel. Warm cotton swaddled his cock, and Anna dried off both it and her hand. Some of the chilliness had seeped into him, where it now battled the warmth of the blood pounding through his veins. He wasn’t expecting Anna to add her name to the list of women who’d made him cum in six minutes, but that didn’t keep him from being thrilled about what was about to happen.

Once everything was dried up, Anna removed the towel. The sun quickly began helping warm his manhood back up, even as Anna delayed things a little.

“You’ll say if it’s not good, please?”

“I promise to offer constructive criticism at the end,” he assured her. “But I know how diligent you are about things. This isn’t a spontaneous decision, now is it, Anna? I’m sure you’ve appropriately studied up.”

What a weird thing to say, Liam thought, though it had the desired effect. The tension scrunching up Anna’s brow smoothed out. She slowly nodded, confirming what didn’t need confirming.

No one, not even a person who’d only seen her from afar, would look at Annabelle Royce and think she was a woman of flights of fancy and randomness. “Diligent” was ever the correct word for her. Diligent and meticulous. Because of that, he wasn’t worried. Far from it.

With her courage renewed, Anna shifted. She’d been sitting beside him, but now she moved toward a conspicuous location. Liam spread his legs and made room for her to end up on her knees between them. Her gaze latched onto his cock momentarily, but then it glided up his body and connected with his eyes. She wrapped her hand around it again.

“There’s… one more thing,” the gorgeous woman said.

“What is it?”

“I’d like you to shut your eyes when I… start.”

“Any reason why?”

“I was told it’ll help improve the sensations.”

You’re really worried that I’m not going to like this, huh? Liam thought. He knew better. Anna was always good at things; he was still receiving more proof on the regular, just as he had when he’d learned she was considered the best tennis player in the group.

“Okay. Just say when.”

Anna nodded and lowered her mouth to a familiar location—right above the tip of his cock. With her hand stabilizing his cock, she repeated a favorite action. She spit on it. A lot.

From the moment he’d recommended how beneficial saliva could be, pretty much repeating the mantra Avril had drilled into his skull about lubrication, she’d diligently accepted his advice. Even now, when his cock was destined for somewhere plentifully wet, she didn’t skip the step. She could have, and maybe he should have pointed that out, but…

Liam’s arousal spiked as saliva slipped between Anna’s luscious lips and landed on the tip of his cock. As she spread it with her hand, and as his cock transitioned from feeling warm to feeling like a metal rod stuck inside a furnace. The final vestiges of chilliness in him, lingering around at a few random spots on his cock, melted away.

“Okay,” Anna said. “Please, close your eyes, Liam.”

“Okay,” he said, swallowing. She was still pumping her hand, and already, he was beginning to experience a racing heart. “Thanks for doing this for me, Anna.”

“I want your trip to be special.” She glanced into the distance. “I don’t want to fall too far behind.”

“I don’t think you’re behind at all. I don’t ever want to stop dating you.”

Anna blushed but smiled. “Good. I’m looking forward to having my boyfriend be on the same campus as me next fall.”

“So am I,” he said, slowly closing his eyes. He smiled too.

The following few seconds, during which Anna’s hand stopped, but no warm, soft set of lips introduced themselves to his cock, magnified his anticipation. His body yearned for the impending sensation, so much so that he needed to force himself to keep his hips on the towel, not lift them toward Anna’s mouth. He knew this wasn’t going to be the best blowjob of his life, yet he didn’t care.

It would be the first one he received from Anna, the first she’d ever given. With it happening here, on an isolated beach, thousands of miles from home—well, that added to things. In terms of memorability, this would be hard to beat. He was ready for the next several minutes to etch themselves into his mind.

Eyes closed, feeling the sun’s dependable warmth on his face, Liam balled his hands into fists. He needed only to suffer for a few more seconds. Hearing Anna draw in a deep, steadying inhale, followed by a slow exhale, he knew she was ready.

Right after, the most beautiful set of lips he’d ever seen or felt brought themselves to his cock. It was their first time, and after the experience she gave him here today, he desperately hoped it would be far from the last.

Still, for all his confidence in her, he was worried about teeth. It was only natural. Even though he’d been far from experienced before encountering Avril on that fated day a few months ago, he hadn’t been quite as sheltered as Anna. He’d had a few blowjobs before, and a bad one or two were mixed into his memories. It had been due to inexperience, of course, as was typically the case.

This wasn’t going to be that, however. Anna’s lips caressed his glans as she lowered her head. He felt only soft, moist sensations along his length. Her lips, her tongue, no teeth. Nothing unpleasant. Liam’s initial tension ebbed. He’d been right, of course. Anna wouldn’t have offered this gift without first being sure of what she was doing.

She took him to the beginning of her throat, though she wisely didn’t try to start deepthroating him immediately. That was the one thing he didn’t expect to happen today. He suspected that Avril, assuming she had a prominent role in Anna’s preparation for today, would have suggested that she not even try it. Not for her first time.

After coaxing a shiver out of him with the first plunge of her lips, Anna made him wait for the second. She removed his cock from her mouth.

“No issues?”

“None. It was great.”

He heard her exhale again, sounding relieved. However, she didn’t wrap her lips around his cock again for several minutes. Instead, she began a well-planned attack on his sanity. Avril was probably also to blame—or to thank—for this.

Anna kissed his thigh, then began to work one of her hands over his balls. She kissed his thigh again, closer to the root of his cock. Working a slow but methodical path inward, she left splotches of intense warmth on his skin. Closer and closer, and then she kissed the side of his cock.

Liam breathed in, unable to hide his excitement. He squirmed a little, and Anna’s perceptive eyes must have picked up on it. Her lips left him dizzy and dialed up to eleven, bursting at the seams. She kissed his cock over and over with her plush lips. His heart raced, and he fought against a desire to open his eyes and see such a polite and proper woman doing something so undeniably lewd.

After kissing him all over, her tongue swiped up the underside of his cock. At that, Liam groaned, so Anna did it again. Again. Several more times, in fact, including a few times where she swept her tongue around onto his glans. Each time, he grew a little more unraveled—and she could plainly see the effects of her work.

“If you weren’t such a wonderful person, I’d almost accuse you of torturing me,” he whispered hoarsely.

Even with his eyes shut, he could almost see Anna’s beaming smile through his eyelids. “I’m just being thorough.”

“Yes, you are,” he growled lustfully.

“I know I’m not… quite as experienced as the others or all that comfortable with sex talk, so I want to make sure I’m focusing on the things I think I can be good at.”

“You’re definitely very good at everything you’ve done so far,” he said.

“Thank you, Liam,” Anna said.

She returned to the task of hammering at his sanity and self-control. He felt like he was melting, and the sun had barely anything to do with it. Anna’s soft lips and gentle tongue plied him apart, chipping away at his composure like a chisel to soft marble. He was breathing heavily before long, and he realized that he could probably cum if she kept doing this for another few minutes.

He wouldn’t be embarrassed by that, but then it wouldn’t really be a blowjob. However, before he could decide how he wanted to explain this to Anna, planning to compliment her skills at the same time, Anna finished her foreplay. Finally, he was allowed to open his eyes, and the sight of Anna was enough to supercharge him with arousal.

On her knees, lips moist where they hovered above his cock, eyes glinting because of her own aroused state. It was enough to turn a man into a puddle.

“When you’re ready to cum, will you say something? Maybe tap my hand too?” Anna asked.

He felt her place it on his thigh, so he nodded. “You don’t want me to cum in your mouth?”

“No, I do,” she said. She cleared her throat, sounding flustered. “If you want that, I mean.”

“I really, really do.”

“Okay. I just want to make sure I’m, um, still around you when you do.”

“Got it. I’ll let you know when.”

It’s not going to be all that long, Liam thought. Amped up by her foreplay, he anticipated that she’d have him ready to explode relatively soon. Still, some foolish masculine pride caused him to want to hold out for as long as he could.

He inhaled excitedly as Anna surrounded his cock with her lips. She’d wrapped a few fingers around the base of his cock for stability. Then, at long last, she began to give him the first blowjob she’d ever given.

She bobbed her head gently, gliding her lips over his sensitive skin. He appreciated that, knowing she wasn’t in a hurry to be done. He hoped she was at least enjoying this half as much as he was. It seemed like she was, though he’d ask about it afterward.

Right now, choosing to shut his eyes again, he focused solely on the sublime sensations echoing through his cock and into his body. With her steady diligence, Anna brought him to the beginning of her throat repeatedly. At first, she focused primarily on that—the rhythm, keeping her lips connected with his cock, acclimating to his size. In short order, however, she started using her tongue again. Swirling, licking, bringing about his downfall.

“This is so good,” Liam said, quivering with bliss.

Anna hummed her answer, which heaped even more pleasure into his throbbing cock. She’d clearly asked for advice on more than just the absolute basics.

Thank you, Avril, thank you, Anna, Liam thought, sighing happily.

Like a locomotive leaving the station, Anna gradually picked up speed. Even that was steady and smooth. She wasn’t in a rush. He supposed that implied a degree of confidence, actually. Rather than trying to get him off as quickly as she could, as a way of covering up her lack of inexperience, Anna opted for the opposite. It’d be one of the things he complimented her about afterward.

Eventually, she reached a speed where the telltale noise of a blowjob couldn’t help but begin occurring. Sounds that were the antithesis of how he saw Anna in his mind. Well-mannered, soft-spoken, a little demure.

With her lips practically suctioned against his cock and covered in her saliva, there was no halting the sounds. Not unless she slowed way down. With each bob of her head, the boisterous, lewd noises of her work filled the otherwise tranquil environment. For a little while, Liam simply listened, focusing on his hearing more than his other senses. It was enthralling, tantalizing. He almost opened his eyes again, wanting to see the sight of the woman creating those sounds with her rigorous motions.

“God, this is amazing,” Liam said, opting to speak rather than look. “I hope you feel the same way.”

Anna hummed affirmatively, and Liam grinned.

“The next time you want to head off somewhere alone, just say so.”

With the hand on his thigh, she removed all but her forefinger. Beginning to move it on his thigh, it took him a moment to realize that she was scribing the word “OKAY” onto his skin. It was their newest deal. More of a contract, almost. Etched onto his body.

At long lost, his cock was beginning to desperately desire its chance to release all the cum he’d saved up since this morning. It had thought its first chance for release would involve Victoria’s tits. Anna’s mouth was a worthy substitute.

“I’m about to cum,” Liam whispered, feeling his heart pound against his chest. He grabbed the towel with one hand, fingers sinking into the sand underneath it. Body tense, Liam repeated what he’d just said and remembered to tap the back of her hand.

Anna didn’t slow down, withdraw her lips, and finish him off with her hand, which she very easily could have done. Instead, as she’d said she wanted, she aimed to make him cum in her mouth.

He reached down his body with his hand, located hers, and clutched it tightly. His willpower bowed before her efforts like a young tree would to a storm’s ravaging winds. He felt ravaged. His bliss reached the top of the cup, then overflowed.

“Anna, you’re making me cummm!” he gasped.

She immediately tightened her lips around his cock, kept bobbing her head, and accepted the thick spurts of sticky seed that he coated the roof of her mouth with.

He came undone, feeling his unbridled pleasure expand through him like an umbrella coming open. Starting at his cock, it spread. He felt good there. He felt good in his knees. He felt good in his core, deep, deep down. Everywhere. He felt so good.

His cum came gushing out, and he groaned gleefully. His hips finally arched up, his body submitting willfully before the pleasure that poured out of him. In that transient moment right as his release began, he felt both endlessly alive and thoroughly exhausted. Filled to the brim yet drained entirely.

He gave Anna everything he could. What belonged to her, for her efforts. What had initially been waiting for Victoria. She received it all, accepted it all. His eyes ended up opening as he climaxed, so he saw her eyes widen at the forcefulness of his ejaculation. But she kept herself steady, lips wrapped around his cock, hand taking over the goal of pumping the rest of his seed out of him.

Euphoria seeped deep into Liam’s bones. He smiled lovingly at Anna, whose gaze soon connected with his.

“You’re just so talented at everything,” he said. “It’s almost not fair to the others.”

With his cock still in her mouth, she blushed. It almost felt ludicrous. Yet, in the same manner, it felt very Annabelle Royce.