Chapter 8 #2
Lucky bastard. Liam wanted to shake his hand, whoever he was.
Any guy to get his cock wet in this perfect pussy was one worthy of an expensive drink.
Maybe a little sharing. Liam could see it now.
Him, fucking Brim, with her bent over like this, and some other stud fucking her throat.
I love a good spitroast. Brim would be the perfect partner in all of Liam’s fantasies.
“Harder,” he thought he heard.
“Harder?”
Brim lifted her head, knuckles white and her voice now louder. “Harder! Please!”
He could do that.
The only downside to surging into her and making her whole body jerk back and forth was how hard it was to hold back from coming.
Because that was Brim’s real power over him.
Liam liked a quickie, but that wasn’t what he really wanted.
I was supposed to take my time… Flirt with her some more.
See her in the light. Then make some sensual love to her in front of the open window.
Yet here he was, unable to keep it in his pants as he fucked her so hard that her whole body rippled beneath his hands.
Her sweet moans nearly did him in the most, though. Not her sheath-like cunt. Not her tits bouncing in the window’s reflection. Nope. It was the damn moans. Especially when people started walking by below.
“They see me fucking you, love,” he paused to say. She kept trying to back up and fuck him some more. “They’re watching. They like what they see.”
“Yeah…”
A woman in white waved up at them and blew a kiss.
Liam would have blown one back, but he was busy keeping both him and Brim upright.
Then a man in a linen island outfit walked by, and while Liam would have loved to blow him a haughty kiss for the laughs, Brim’s hair fell in the way, and she moaned so loudly that Liam cursed and pushed himself as deeply into her as he could in case he came.
“I think you like it, Brim.”
“Yeah, I think I fucking like it, too.”
Damn, she was so perfect. If only I could take her back to the mainland with me…
He desperately needed even an FWB who would fool around with him in the underground sex clubs and participate in some of the bigger activities with him.
What did she really like? How depraved were some of her desires?
Was she into threesomes? If you’re that perfect, I have to marry you.
“Are you gonna come, Brim?” He loved saying her fake name. He wondered what her real name was. “Mm, because I’ve got about one more minute in me.”
“Yes,” she meekly said. “Just fuck me good.”
He could do that. This time, with one hand bracing against her breast as he held her up higher and drove into her like a madman with something to prove.
Sure, he probably made sounds, but Brim was alive for the middle of the afternoon.
She fucked him back just as hard as he fucked her, squeezing her delectable pussy around his cock and directing his curving tip toward her deepest depths.
I’m. Going. To. Blow. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and focused on the wild sensations claiming him so early in the day.
“Fuck!” She bucked back against him, squeezing him for dear life. “Yes! Yes!”
That was it. Liam was done.
He made a sound that he swore he never had before, but he couldn’t help it when Brim was the perfect woman to receive his seed when he came.
She pushed back, ensuring she had him completely sheathed as he continued to slowly fuck her through his orgasm.
Her head was thrown back, and her eyes closed as her breasts pushed against the window.
Liam had no idea if anyone saw this look of sheer bliss on her face.
He pretended that an audience applauded her.
Ah, shit. He was losing balance. The man had to pull out before he knocked them both down to the floor.
“Bed. Now.”
Even he shocked himself with the urgency in his voice, but with his hand fisted around his cock, he knew he wasn’t quite done. Which was why he needed Brim sitting on the edge of the bed, her breasts as good as any other place to finish off.
As he painted her skin, she lightly gasped.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered.
Hot fucking damnit, she is so perfect!
“Lay back.” Still standing, and still panting, and still sweating, Liam still held his softening cock in his hand as Brim obeyed. She lay back on his bed, rubbing his seed into her skin with one hand. As for the other… “Open your legs. Show me.”
She was only too happy to acquiesce. In a perfect world, Liam would have one more immediately in him, but alas… he was human.
“That’s all for you, love,” he said with heat in his throat. “You better think of me when another guy fucks you this weekend.”
She bit her lip. “Like tonight?”
His cock slightly stirred. “Let me guess… you’re one of the trains tonight.”
“No,” she said. “But I have a date with someone. He specifically requested me.”
“I’m not even jealous. I would too.”
She ran her finger up her slit, showing him what he had done. Hot. Fucking. Damnit.
“I’ll think of you when he fucks me, if you want.”
As uncomfortable as it actually was, Liam was hard again. “You’re saying I warmed you up for him?”
She slowly shook her head. “I’m saying that it turns me on.”
As she sat up, fingers still touching herself, she looked him right in the eyes and massaged his seed out of her pussy and onto his bed. With the slightest, most feminine groan, she silently begged him to give her one more.
“You should have him invite me over. We could take turns. You know, give the other guy a chance to recover while you just come over and over.”
She continued to slowly rub her clit. “I’d like that.”
Brim was truly the master of saying whatever he wanted to hear. Liam had no choice but to take off his clothes and get on top of her.
The way she yielded to him, complete with kissing him with all of her mouth, made him last a lot longer this time.