“I am at your service, Mr. Jones, in whatever capacity that you wish. I can order you some food, book in watersports, massage you or suck your cock, whatever you desire, I am here to provide it.”
I’m a little overwhelmed, but also feel weird just like coming out and saying fuck me, Ernesto.
“Why don’t you freshen up. Would you like me to order you some food and drinks?”
I swallow. “A beer would be nice.”
“Is that all?”
“For now.”
He nods. “I’ll be back in fifteen, then you can let me know what else you feel like having.”
I wait until he is gone to start freaking out. This is insane. Utterly insane. I feel kind of wrong demanding him to fuck me, but it kind of is his job, but I also feel wrong asking for it, but he’s so hot. Shower first, Derrick, then freak out over ordering sex from your sex butler. The bathroom has a deep egg-shaped bath, which I can’t wait to sink into at some stage, but for now, I need to shower off the plane and get into holiday mode. When I step out of the shower in only a towel, Ernesto is standing there with my beer. He makes me jump, which makes us both laugh.
“Sorry, I forgot where I was for a moment.” Taking the beer from his tray, I take a large, nervous gulp.
“Have you worked out what you would like to order next?” he asks. I bite my bottom lip and try to build up the courage to ask for what I want, but I’m nervous suddenly. “You look tense, Mr. Jones. Would you like me to help ease that?”
“Um, sure.”
“Please take a seat.” He indicates to the sofa. I take a seat, and Ernesto walks into the bathroom and comes back with some essential oils. “This may tickle.” He smiles, squirting some lavender oil on my foot, and he starts rubbing.
“Oh shit.” I groan, which makes him chuckle. Can you orgasm from a foot massage because … my eyes roll back in my head. His fingers are getting right into the spots that seem to house my tension. This is so good. Almost as good as sex. He keeps going, moving to the other foot and starting the whole thing again, and I swear I see a white light and I’m heading to it. So good.
When I feel his hands stop, I look down and see Ernesto on his knees looking up at me. “Does anything else need massaging?” His dark eyes fall on my dick.
“Um … yeah …” I answer, opening my towel, exposing myself to him.
“Perfect.” He smirks, and without hesitation his mouth engulfs my dick. My legs spread wider as I slip in the chair as Ernesto’s mouth sucks the life out of my cock, holy hell, he has a Hoover mouth. His silky hands cup my balls as his warm mouth goes to town, sucking me all the way to the back of his throat. His tongue teases my slit before he takes me back all the way to his tonsils. This man is a BJ magician because he got me ready to blow in a couple more sucks, and I don’t know if I feel bad about blowing early. I’m so fricken relaxed, one, two, and on three, that’s it, lights out. This man has me coming down his throat like I’ve never come before. Empty. That’s what my balls are.
“Shit, your mouth …” I groan as he cleans me off.
“Will always be at your service, Mr. Jones.” He smirks from his knees.
“Sign me up then to whatever you’re willing to give because that was fucking perfect.” I smile lazily. “Do you need …?” I look down at the large tenting in his pants.
“No, sir, not unless you want it. I am fine going without,” he explains. Not sure if my BJ game is as strong as his.
“What would you like?” I ask him. He raises a brow, surprised by my question. I’m guessing guests don’t always care if the staff get off because that’s not what they are paying for. I can see he is about to give me the professional answer, and I hold up my finger to stop him as I move forward on the sofa. “What do you want to do to me? That’s what I want.”
“You do?” he asks, surprised.
“You have me all relaxed. I’m pliable right now, but I won’t always be.”
“Your profile says you are okay with being tied up?” he asks. I nod. “Then please get up and move to your bed. I want to show you something.” He smirks. Now I am intrigued and do as he asks. I forget my towel, there is no point to it as I saunter over to the four-poster bed. “I want you on all fours, please.” His voicedrops deeper, sending shivers over my body. What does he have planned? “Every bed in the resort has secret compartments, like this,” he says, pushing on the secret panels that open, and pulls out straps that fall from the posts in the bed. He wraps the furry leather cuff around my wrists, and then he does the same for my ankles. “How does that feel?” He tugs on the leather.
“Nice.” It’s not cutting off my circulation or anything.
“Good. Now relax,” he says, slapping my ass, making me bite my lip. I can’t see what he is doing, but I feel the bed shift. Then it sinks again, and he’s back. This time I feel the cold oil against my ass and smell the lavender scent. Then he starts massaging, humming, and mumbling things in Spanish as I feel his finger slip inside me, testing me, taunting me. “You feel so tight.” He moans as he continues to tease me. Then his finger vanishes, and it’s replaced by the thick tip of his cock as he pushes against my hole.
“Yes.” I moan as he slowly slides in, pushing against the resistance, and just as I feel him about to fill me entirely, he grabs the leathers and pulls on them, yanking me up from all fours to my knees, pushing him inside me deeply. “Shit.” I pant.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His lips meet my back, making me hum. He then lets the leathers slack as he starts to fuck me, but with every thrust, he pulls me up to my knees, making him hit nerves inside of me that I’ve never felt before. Shit. My cock is now hard as steel again as he fucks me like some kinky puppet. It’s weird. Different. But fuck is he hitting every single spot inside me. Words don’t exist as my mind becomes blank, and all I feel is pure euphoria and something wet on my back as Ernesto moans his release. My body is like liquid, and I’m unable to move. I feel a warm towel on my back and backside, then slowly Ernesto unshackles me and puts the leathers back into their place in the bed.
“That was so good,” I mumble.
“Here, sip this,” he says, giving me some water. “Now rest. I have an alarm set to give you time to get ready for your dinner.”
