Chapter 8
Liam
Am I a lucky guy, or what?
He couldn’t help but think that every time he happened to catch Brim’s eye from across the table, where they acted like children stuck inside on a rainy day. Except they were on a gorgeous tropical island full of sun and fun.
Brim brought that out in him, though. They had only met twice, and already, he knew she was his favorite girl on the whole island.
What a dangerous realization… Twenty women were wearing white, ready to receive his attention whenever he was ready to give it. All he had to do was say the passcode to one of the other white-clad beauties, and they would be in business.
Except Brim held his attention. Whether it was that giggle when one of them scored or the way she kicked her legs out to the side as she focused on the game, Liam was beguiled.
He wanted to know everything about her, and it took his entire sense of being to not ask her personal questions…
like her real name. As much as he liked calling her Brim, he wanted to know her real name even more.
Claire. Or maybe Thea. Maria? Something short and sweet, like her.
Of course, he also thought about what he’d like to do to her.
While Liam’s original plan was to enjoy the resort for its other amenities that afternoon, being in Brim’s presence brought him back to the night before.
When she sucked my cock like she had been waiting for it all day.
How bored had she been in that shower, anyway?
When she clung to me and urged me to come using nothing but her body.
Brim had been so eager to have him inside her.
As much as he hated the words not like the others when used together like that, Liam knew more than a few escorts, let alone off this island.
He could tell when they were faking it at least ninety percent of the time.
My goal is always to make it real. Nothing got Liam off more than knowing the woman he was with had a good time.
The ego boost often lasted him the rest of the week.
She bested him at Battleship. When Liam conceded defeat, they put the pieces back in the box and remained at the table, still the only ones in that room.
“So…” A merciless gaze fixed upon Liam when he least expected it. Careful, son. He meant what was twitching in his pants. “What do you have in mind now? I’m still available for a couple more hours.”
As much as Liam had been trying not to think about what she looked like beneath her dress for the past hour, it was all he could think about now.
She’s utterly divine. Two tiny nipples poked through the white fabric of her dress, announcing that she probably wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her thighs peeked out from beneath her skirt.
Despite having fucked this woman barely twelve hours ago, Liam wanted her again.
Well, wasn’t that why he was here?
“I have to admit, Brim, that even though I know the nature of this island and what you’re implying, you’ve left me speechless. I don’t know how to ask what I’m thinking.”
“Oh?” Her pretty pink lips spread into a delicious smile as she curiously cocked her head, exposing the sweetest part of her throat. “You didn’t have any trouble last night.”
“Those were different circumstances,” he asserted. “I was a man on a mission. Namely, to spend some naked time with a woman more than happy to have me there.”
“And now?”
Oh, she was really teasing him. “Well! I might as well say what’s on my mind.” He smacked both hands on the table. She was not perturbed. “You and me, hanging in my room.”
She brushed her fingers through her long hair. “Say the magic words, and I’m all yours.”
Damnit, what was today’s passcode? It had been left in the daily announcements in his room’s mail slot.
“Hot steam,” he dared to remember.
With another giggle on those lips, Brim propped her breasts up on the table and threaded her fingers beneath her chin. Were her brows narrowing? They were narrowing.
“Hot cream.”
Something as silly as that shouldn’t have been so hot, but here Liam was, thinking of all the ways he could fuck her right now.
Not here. Nobody would bat an eye if they walked in on them breaking the table, but Liam wanted a more comfortable place.
And he knew exactly how to get a public thrill while still going back to his room.
He escorted Brim to the elevator. They were the only ones inside. The moment the doors closed, and he pressed the button for the top floor, he circled his arm around Brim’s waist and let his hand linger on her ass.
“Tell me one thing you like, love,” he growled into her ear. “What’s one thing I can do to ensure you’re bouncing on my cock within the next ten minutes?”
The doors dinged open. Brim stepped forward, his hand still on her body.
“Keep talking like that.”
She said nothing about his room. Probably not the first one she’s seen.
Yet Liam loved the way Brim looked in it, bypassing the sitting area with the TV and coffee maker and heading straight for the window overlooking the front of the resort.
From the top floor, one could see the pool, the cottages, and the marina, where a boat from another island currently dropped off supplies.
Few men on the island weren’t guests, but two of them were there in gray uniforms, hauling boxes back to the resort in golf carts.
Liam stayed a ways back from the window, taking in the view of Brim standing there, her gaze locked on the cottages.
I know for a fact that you can see up here from down there.
If a guest really wanted privacy, he had to close the curtains.
Otherwise, possibly being watched was part of the experience.
Well, that got Liam going. Not that he wasn’t already halfway hard from staring at Brim, knowing what he was about to do to her… but knowing that one of the other men she had already been with might be watching…
“Where would you like me?” Brim looked over her shoulder, hands interlaced atop her ass. You’re doing this on purpose, ma’am. He would never say that out loud. The ma’am part.
He only had to think about it for a few seconds.
“Leave the shoes on,” he said, already unzipping his pants, “but hike up your skirt.”
Brim remained facing the window, her dainty fingers tugging on her dress until she presented her bare ass to him.
Holy mother… Exquisite. Her backside begged him to grab it, fuck it, whatever.
And the way she stood there, with such a poetic visage?
As if saying, “Is this what you wanted, sir? But whatever for?” Only made him take out his cock faster.
She glanced at it and gave a slight smile. Oh, she was gonna get it.
“Show me your breasts.”
Brim only had to lower the elastic of her neckline, tucking it beneath her two large breasts as they emerged from their white sheath. Now that Liam could see her hard nipples, he barely held back from sucking them.
“Turn around. Show everyone your beautiful breasts.”
With his cock now in his hand, he watched as she stepped up to the window and lightly pressed herself against it. Her ass slowly swayed, still exposed as her hands held up her skirt. The way those heels made her legs look… he was gonna come just from this.
“Entice me to fuck you against the window. Because that’s what I’m going to do.”
Brim briefly glanced at him over her shoulder before pulling her hair to one side and slightly bending over the railing separating guests from the curve in the window. She tucked her skirt over the railing so her ass – and her pussy, when she bent over more – didn’t have to fight to be seen.
And when her finger appeared between her legs, parting her folds and tentatively dipping into her pussy while soft moans, it took every ounce of restraint within him to not ram his cock into her immediately.
“Come fuck me, sir,” she whispered, knowing exactly what she was doing.
She had to. “I loved it so much last night. Come do it again.” She pulled open her pussy with two expert fingers.
“I need to be full.” There were her eyes again, fluttering, those lashes working overtime as Liam stroked himself. “With you.”
What a devil!
“I can’t wait.” Sure enough, her fingers were covered in wetness as she worked her pussy. “Right here.” Her breaths were heavier – headier. “Every day. Fuck me every day, sir.”
Liam couldn’t believe it. In all the seasons he had come to La Mariposa, he had never met a woman like this. Because Brim was no longer “just” a Butterfly, a woman who existed to drain his balls whenever he willed it. She was a woman with her own agency, and that agency begged him to fuck her.
“You want me to fuck you against the window?” He was behind her, rubbing her ass with one hand while his other directed his cock toward her pussy. Her radiating heat welcomed him before they even touched. “Anyone can see.”
“God, yes.” She let out a high-pitched moan as he gave her one inch of his cock, testing the position and her readiness. She’s fucking ready. The position would sort itself out. “I want everyone to see you fuck me, sir.”
Another inch. Feels like home in here. Wet, hot, and tight. Just how he liked it. “You’re an exhibitionist, Brim?”
She almost hesitated. Then, confidently, as he slid all the way in. “Yes.”
You’re whatever I want you to be, I know.
Liam found his footing, clamping his hands on her full hips as he angled himself into her.
Exhibitionist. Shy. A fucking virgin. She would claim to be if he wanted her to.
Even with his cock pumping away at her as she braced herself against the barrier.
“I’m a virgin, sir! Please! Leave me pure! ”
Fuck. That was hot. Liam never once had a virgin fantasy in his life, but here he was, six inches deep into a professional sex worker who had probably been busy all weekend.