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 menlike 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 ifsheactually 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 waterscrouched 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 buthim.
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.
The command was a thought, but his growl was real against her pussy. That was the key that unlocked Brim’s first climax that night. Her body, already a taut wire of tension, snapped. A silent scream caught in her throat as every muscle seized, a beautiful tremble of pure pleasure. The silk restraints became her only anchor to reality, the sharp bite to her pussy a grounding point in the swirling whirlpool that threatened to drag them both beneath the waves.
Brim’s pussy clenched around his fingers, a greedy, rhythmic pulsing that pulled him deeper. It was a wave breaking, a tsunami that started in the depths of her pelvis and crashed outward, flooding every nerve ending with arousal. Her back bowed, her heels digging into the sheets, pushing herself harder against him, a silent, desperate plea for more. Forthisto never end.
Benson was a sex god. As if he didn’t know already.
As Brim collapsed, groaning, he pulled out his fingers but kept his mouth on her. His tongue massaged as much nectar from her body as it could find, tasting her and rubbing her all over his stubble. The man fucking loved pussy – but he loved knowing that the woman behind it was satiated.
