Hospitality Man Series I: His Babymaker Client (ENGLISH VERSION)

CHAPTER 8

Perv’s POV

A WARM touch grazed over my length, sending a shiver down my spine. A deep moan escaped my lips.

“Ahh…”

My head lolled to the side, the sensation intensifying. Whoever was teasing me like this knew exactly what they were doing. My body responded instinctively, craving more.

“Ahhh…”

Fingers wrapped around me, moving in slow, deliberate strokes. A rush of pleasure shot through me, making it impossible to stay still. I wanted to open my eyes, to see if this was real—or just a cruel trick of my imagination.

What if it was only a dream? What if my mind was playing tricks on me?

I needed to know.

Slowly, I pried my eyes open. My vision was blurry at first, but as I adjusted to the dim surroundings, I finally saw her.

Eurika.

She knelt before me, her lips parted ever so slightly, the tip of her tongue sweeping across them as if savoring the moment. Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with unspoken desire. I watched as she swallowed, her throat bobbing, as though she was barely restraining herself.

A wicked smile played on her lips.

“Did you like it?” Her voice was soft, teasing—dangerously intoxicating. The coolness in her tone sent a delicious chill down my spine.

Like it? I was completely undone.

“Yes… please… don’t stop,” I rasped, my voice rough with need.

She tilted her head, pleased by my desperation. Her delicate fingers tightened around me, stroking with just the right amount of pressure. The pleasure was almost unbearable. With her other hand, she cupped me below, massaging gently. My body arched in response, my teeth sinking into my lower lip.

“Ahhh…”

“Do you want me to be a bad girl?” she murmured, her tone dripping with seduction.

She knew exactly how to push me over the edge. She knew every weak spot, every hidden craving.

“Yes… please,” I begged. I was lost to her now, willing to surrender to anything she wanted.

She smirked. “How?” Her eyes held a knowing gleam, taunting me.

I swallowed hard. “Ride me,” I groaned.

Without hesitation, she pushed me back against the cool, rough stone behind me. The contrast between the cold surface and the heat radiating from our bodies sent a thrilling jolt through me. I wanted to fight for dominance—I hated being the one just receiving pleasure—but in this moment, I let her take control.

A sharp intake of breath left my lips as she straddled me. Despite the weightlessness of the water around us, I could still feel the press of her body, the way she sank down onto me with aching slowness.

My head tipped back as I felt it—warm, wet, impossibly tight.

She shifted slightly, adjusting, making sure she took in every inch. Her breath hitched as she settled, her body molding perfectly against mine.

The first slow roll of her hips sent fire through my veins.

My hands instinctively gripped her waist, fingers digging into her damp skin as she found her rhythm. She moved with deliberate grace, each motion an intoxicating mix of friction and fluidity.

“Ahhh…” her moans melted into the night air, sending my restraint crumbling.

The slap of water, the way her body pressed against mine—it was all too much. Every movement sent shocks of pleasure racing through me, making it nearly impossible to hold back. I gritted my teeth, my back scraping against the rough stone as she rode me harder, faster.

I groaned, trying to suppress the mounting pressure building inside me. I couldn’t let go here, not like this.

Not when I had barely touched her the way I wanted to.

“Let’s move to the tent,” I managed to say between heavy breaths.

Eurika clung to me, her nails digging into my shoulders. She was shaking—whether from pleasure or exhaustion, I wasn’t sure. “H-How?” she murmured, her voice breathless, uncertain.

“I’ve got you.”

With a swift motion, I stood, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, wrapping her arms around my neck, her legs clinging tightly around my waist.

I was still buried deep inside her, still pulsing with need.

She let out a soft moan as I adjusted my grip, securing her against me. My hands gripped her thighs,she was still trembling, still clenching around me, making it nearly impossible to focus.

But I wasn’t done with her yet.

Not even close.

With a lazy stretch of my leg, I hooked our scattered clothes with my toes, gathering them up one by one. We made sure to retrieve every piece—neither of us wanted to leave any evidence behind that could fuel teasing from our companions. This was nothing more than a moment of raw desire, a mutual indulgence in each other’s heat.

“Hold these,” I murmured, handing her the bundle. She obeyed without a word.

As I carried her toward my tent, my every step sent a jolt through us both. With each stride, I felt myself press deeper into her warmth, slick and welcoming. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan, but I felt the shiver that ran through her. The way my length slid against her tight walls with every movement sent pulses of pleasure straight to my core.

I grinned. I could get used to this.

When we reached my tent, silence had already settled over the camp. The noises that had stirred me awake earlier had long since faded. A sudden thought crossed my mind—we had to be careful. If we weren’t, we’d end up waking everyone else. And the last thing either of us wanted was to be the center of attention in tomorrow’s gossip.

I lowered her onto the ground and turned to close the zipper of the tent. The moment I faced her again, I claimed the dominant position, pressing her down. This time, I was in control.

With a deep thrust, I filled her completely. Her back arched, her fingers clutching at the thin fabric beneath her. A strangled moan slipped past her lips before she hurriedly clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Ahhh—”

I thrust deeper, savoring the way she clenched around me. But just as I was about to lose myself in the sensation, she pushed at my chest, her wide eyes full of warning.

“They’ll hear us,” she whispered, her breath uneven. “We have to do something.”

Her concern made me pause. For the first time, doubt crept into my mind. Did she have someone waiting for her outside of this? Was that why she was so afraid of being caught?

Still buried inside her, I reached over to my bag and pulled out a small towel.

“Here. Bite this. It'll help keep the noise down,” I told her.

She hesitated only for a moment before taking it and pressing it between her lips. As soon as she complied, I withdrew slightly, the cool night air hitting my slickened length. A thin strand of her arousal stretched between us, glistening in the dim light. The sight sent another wave of hunger through me.

She bent her knees, lifting her legs high as she reached for me again. With a sultry gaze, she grasped my rigid length and guided me back, teasing the head against her wet entrance before pulling me in once more.

A low groan rumbled in my chest as I sank into her, every inch claimed by the heat of her body.

We both exhaled, shuddering at the intoxicating feeling of being completely connected again.

With deliberate strokes, I moved inside her, deep and steady, my pace teasing. She trembled beneath me, her body arching in silent desperation. Though the towel muffled her moans, I could see the way her lips parted, the way she struggled to contain the overwhelming pleasure.

Her hips lifted instinctively, urging me to go deeper. Welcoming me.

Wet sounds filled the tent, accompanied only by our ragged breathing. Every thrust sent a delicious shudder through her, her hands gripping my arms as she surrendered to the sensation. Her body tightened, trembling around me, her walls pulsing in erratic waves that sent a new kind of urgency through me.

A sharp inhale. A sudden, helpless shudder.

She reached her peak too soon, her release crashing over her in an uncontrollable wave. The way she clenched around me was almost unbearable, a sweet torment that had me teetering on the edge.

But I held on.

I wasn’t finished with her yet.

Still pumping in and out of her, I fought against my own release. The worry of being overheard, the muffled sounds of her pleasure, the lingering doubt in my mind about her reluctance—it all kept me from spiraling into bliss just yet.

Then she did something that shattered my resolve.

With a moan, she wrapped her legs around me, locking me in place.

A deep, guttural groan tore from my throat as I buried myself to the hilt, feeling her tighten around me with deliberate force. The way she squeezed me from the inside was unbearable—mercilessly drawing my climax from me in a rush of heat.

A final, hoarse cry escaped my lips as I released deep inside her. I barely had time to catch my breath before she trembled once more, the sensation of my warmth spilling into her pushing her into another climax.

She clung to me, shuddering, her nails raking down my back.

We remained there, entangled in the aftermath, lost in the heat of our final release.

Time slowed.

Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the confined space of the tent. Still locked in a tight embrace, we gradually came down from our high, exhaustion settling in.

But as clarity returned to me, a new thought took hold.

I stiffened.

What if—?

I swallowed hard. “Hey… We didn’t use protection.” My voice was still husky, but there was a new edge to it now. “What if you get pregnant?”

She turned her head lazily, her lips curling into a small, confident smile. “Don’t worry,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “My due’s tomorrow. It’ll be washed out for sure.”

Her words eased my tension. A soft exhale escaped me.

Crisis averted.

Moments later, she dressed in silence. And just like that, she was gone. No lingering gazes. No whispered promises.

I smirked to myself, watching her disappear into the night.

Tsk. She got two rounds from me.

Not even a thank you.

But then again… I wanted it just as much.

I let out a low chuckle and lay back against the makeshift bedding.

The Morning After

By the time morning arrived, our planned ascent to Mt. Makiling never happened. An emergency call from Sophia to Rex, followed by another urgent call from Triexy—Peter’s girlfriend—had disrupted our itinerary. After a quick discussion, we all decided to cut the trip short and head home.

Matthew, Melchor, and James took it upon themselves to escort the girls back, and they brought Eurika along with them.

Before she left, however, she stole a quick, secret kiss on my cheek, her lips lingering for a fraction longer than necessary.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with something unspoken.

I only smirked, watching as she walked away, blending into the group.

Peter opted for a solo commute back. As for me and Rex, we took public transport as well.

By the time we reached Metro Manila, Rex and I parted ways, each heading to our own destinations. I flagged down a taxi, eager to get back to my condo.

I needed sleep.

It wasn’t the mountain climbing that drained me—it was the way Eurika had climbed and mounted me all night.

Tsk. Exhausting, but undeniably exhilarating.

One for the books. Definitely one of my most unforgettable experiences so far.