Chapter 10 Benson
Benson
Benson had kept this woman at the edge of his imagination all day.
It was the only way to get through a “relaxing” time at the resort without losing his mind.
Once I decided I had to have her… He was at the pool again for part of the afternoon, attempting to read one of the generic books stocked in the cottage, but all he could think about was when he first saw Brim sitting at the bar.
But instead of Brim, he saw a bevy of other Butterflies in various stages of undress as they flirted with guests and worked on their tans while on the clock.
None of them inspired him the way Brim had.
Let alone the way she had felt around him in the nightclub the night before…
He could have had her much earlier. But he wanted a proper date with her. And he knew, from previous experiences, that if he requested her company in the evening that he would have a few hours with her instead of two, tops.
Perhaps that was what Benson wanted. A date fantasy.
Who knew this was part of my fantasy…
Well, for one, he knew this was his fantasy.
Ripping the clothes off the woman he wanted to bed was par for the course for Benson Smith, but tossing her down on his bed so he could tie her to the center cut-out of the headboard accelerated his fantasies.
The sun was barely down. A few candles were lit once he had Brim tied up, and he needed a moment to take it all in.
She’s. So. Perfect. Were there moments of doubt that made him need a drink?
Absolutely. He couldn’t stop thinking that this woman was probably born around the time he was in college.
When he was his own daughter’s age. Yet here he was, not only sticking his dick in women young enough to be his daughter, but setting up the perfect scenario for him to claim Brim all evening long.
I should have asked for her earlier. She had already been with some other guy while Benson was bored at the pool. When he saw her up on the top floor of the hotel with some other guy screwing her against the window…
He should have been jealous. Deep down, he was, but he wouldn’t take that out on Brim.
She was just doing her job. That was the nature of La Mariposa.
Everything was sex, sex, sex from the moment everyone stepped onto shore.
Even the chefs in the kitchen and the sailors bringing over supplies from the main island thought about sex the whole time they were here.
But he wasn’t properly jealous that his fixation had been coming on the end of another man’s cock. If anything, he was jealous that he wasn’t there with them.
Brim was sweetly quiet as he leaned against the wall and settled his gaze between her naked body and the bedroom windows overlooking the sea.
His cottage was tucked in a place where nobody but a nosy maintenance crew would be walking by, but he was still inclined to close the blinds.
Eventually. Right now, he loved the view of a naked woman ready for him and the calm, serene waves slowly meandering toward the shore.
When she confessed that she had imagined him fucking her face while the other lucky bastard came inside her, whether it was true or something she came up with in the moment, Benson barely contained himself.
I want to be there next time. Already, he wanted to know if she would be at the orgy on Sunday night.
He didn’t care who else was involved. It would be the highlight of the trip.
After this, of course.
His pants were too damn tight. Despite fitting quite comfortably earlier…
shit, he couldn’t blame that healthy dinner, either.
That was his cock taking up serious space in his jeans, and it would have to stay there, getting harder than a damn rock, as he loomed over Brim and waited for her pretty blue eyes to look back at him.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“Not at all,” she whispered, looking quite comfortable aside from the way her wrists were bound above her head. “Although I could be warmer with you on top of me.”
Benson’s cock had an opinion about that. But while it did its best to pitch a fully erect tent in his pants, all he did was cross his arms and drink in the full sight of her naked, curvy body waiting for him on his bed.
There were a million directions to take dirty talk and foreplay.
He could follow the trail of getting her to divulge details about the man from earlier that afternoon.
He could ask her what she liked in bed to ensure her pleasure was achieved.
He could even describe what he was about to do to her to get them both revved up.
Instead, he asked her, “What’s your favorite thing about this?” Before she could give him an incredulously sexy look, he explained, “About coming to a place like this, knowing that men like me will be tying you up in their beds and fucking you raw into the early morning hours?”
She slightly moved. Whether in anticipation or discomfort, she did not let on.
“Honestly…” She bit her bottom lip. “I didn’t know until I got here.”
“Is that so?”
She nodded. “My favorite part, it turns out…” Her hips pulsed upward. “Is experiencing men like you come completely undone.”
Benson had not expected something as personal as that. Hell, he wouldn’t have been surprised to hear her confess that the money made it hot.
But this? Just pure, unadulterated lust with a stranger? That was wild.
He unbuttoned his shirt because he knew it would soon be in the way. His cock would have to continue suffering in his pants, though. “Sometimes,” he mused, while removing his shirt, “women like you come completely undone, too.”
“Come here,” she urged, her legs spread across his bed. “I want to come undone.”
He would never truly know why Brim was there on La Mariposa, signed up to be fucked by any number of strange men who had paid for the privilege.
Money was obviously a driving motivator, but what if…
what if she actually got off on this, too?
What if Benson didn’t have to have moments of crippling shame because he was taking advantage of a woman who just wanted money?
Obviously, women enjoyed sex, too. Including strangers.
But this was different, wasn’t it? While Benson didn’t know the real intricacies going on behind the scenes for the Butterflies, he knew they had quotas.
If they weren’t being touched, then they didn’t get paid.
It was difficult not to let his brain be hijacked by thoughts of them doing mutual good for one another. Benson got an escape; Brim got a lifestyle. Together, they had a good time.
“That can be arranged.” He climbed onto the bed, between her legs, pushing her thighs apart as he leaned over her.
Goosebumps covered her skin. Her nipples hardened before his eyes.
The wiggle of her abdomen pushed her naked pussy up, showing that she was wet already.
“Remember what I said earlier? That you’re all mine for the rest of the night? ”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well…” He cupped his hands around her breasts and leaned down, letting his lips suck one before the other.
She writhed beneath him, legs jerking upward and pelvis crashing against his jeans as if attempting to jailbreak his cock.
“I meant it. I’m going to treat you like you’re my girlfriend. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
She said nothing, but her eyes were locked on him as he kissed a trail down her stomach, her natural scent growing stronger as his mouth met her mound.
“Oh, fuck…” she whimpered.
Yes. Oh, fuck. He speared her entrance with his tongue before clamping his hands down on her waist and slamming his whole mouth against her pussy.
She instantly cried out, fucking his face with earnest desire as his tongue worked her folds and his strength kept her locked down on the bed.
Because he didn't gently eat her out like he was testing the waters.
He was a storm against her shore, a sudden, violent tide of pressure and a drive to discover every inch of her.
He was not tasting her. Benson was claiming the territory and mapping the topography of her body with a cartographer's precision.
The silk restraints bit into the delicate skin of her wrists as she arched, a desperate offering to the deity of the rough waters crouched between her thighs.
The sounds she made were no longer words, but a primal recital, a series of sharp, helpless cries that punctuated the wet, rhythmic sounds of his assault.
He found her clit, swollen, and closed his lips around it, sucking with a relentless pull that sent white-hot lightning cascading between them.
She bucked, her body no longer wholly her own.
He let her, for a moment, ride the wave of her own frantic motion.
Then, with a low growl of pure dominance that vibrated through her very bones, he anchored her.
His hands, which had been resting on her hips, tightened, fingers digging into the soft flesh and holding her fast against the mattress.
The message was clear. Nobody set the pace but him.
He shifted, the angle of his head changing.
The feel of it changed with him. The roughness of an evening’s stubble scraped against the sensitive, soaked skin of her inner thighs, a counterpoint of abrasive pleasure that made her entire body clench.
He brought a hand around, two fingers teasing her entrance and testing the true evidence of her arousal before plunging inside.
He curled them, a gesture that hooked her from the inside. The dual sensation was devastating for Brim’s ability to simply keep it together. The suction on her clit and the deep, stroking pressure of his fingers clearly messed with her head.
Come on my face, angel.