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

CHAPTER 5

Pervince’s POV

“AHHH! That hurts!” Jane cried out, her voice echoing through the trees.

We were making our way up the mountain, each of us gripping a walking stick for support. I had thrown on a cap, paired with a black scarf, and changed into a white sweatshirt to keep my skin from getting sunburned. My khaki shorts and white rubber shoes completed the look, making it easier to move up the rocky trail.

“Jane, come on,” James sighed, clearly frustrated. “I told you not to come.”

“And I told you I wanted to! Stop ruining my day!” Jane shot back, gripping the nearest tree trunk for support.

Peter chuckled. “Oh boy, here we go again—another lover’s quarrel.” The group burst into laughter. Then Peter turned to James, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re seriously not going to help your girlfriend?”

James scoffed, crossing his arms. “Nope. It’s her own doing.”

We all froze.

Jane’s expression shifted—her lips parted, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. She sniffled, looking utterly betrayed. James, perhaps realizing he had gone too far, exhaled heavily and stepped closer.

“Alright, alright. I’ll carry you. Piggyback ride,” he offered begrudgingly.

“Heh! No way! You’re such a sourpuss!”

James rolled his eyes. “God, you’re stubborn. I told you mountain climbing isn’t for you. Especially with those tiny legs of yours.” His tone held a teasing lilt.

Jane gasped, scandalized. “Are you serious? You’re insulting me now? That’s it—we’re done!”

James tilted his head, studying her. “You sure about that? Because I know you’re just messing with me.”

“I’m serious!”

“Oh yeah?” A slow grin curled his lips. “If you keep talking, I might just kiss you right now.”

Jane huffed. “As if! Kiss your own face, you jerk! You can’t even help me without complaining first! You’re the most ungentlemanly guy ever! I swear, sometimes I just wanna—”

Before she could finish her rant, James pulled her in and captured her lips in a deep, claiming kiss.

Tsk.

Women. They act all furious, act like the world is ending over a fight, pretending nothing can fix it. But one kiss—one damn kiss—and suddenly, silence.

Peter groaned. “Really? You two couldn’t wait? Right in front of us?” He rolled his eyes. “Get a room already! Let’s go, guys, before they start doing something else in the middle of the trail.”

The rest of us continued the climb, leaving the two lovebirds behind.

As we ascended, I caught Eurika stealing glances at me, her body stiff with awkwardness.

I knew why.

Back at the mini-stop earlier, while the others were still asleep, Eurika and I had been wide awake—but we pretended otherwise.

The moment was electrifying. She had been straddling me, her body pressing intimately against mine. Even now, I could still feel the ghost of that sensation—the way she had tightened around me, making me pulse harder inside her. The slow, torturous way she had clenched, teasing me, keeping me trapped in that heated embrace.

Her warmth, slick and inviting, had been impossible to resist. It was intoxicating, that feeling of being on the edge of getting caught. That rush of doing something so forbidden yet so incredibly thrilling.

And even now, as we walked among our clueless friends, the tension between us remained—a silent promise of what would happen the next time we found ourselves alone.

Going back a while ago.

“They’re gone,” I said, my voice tinged with relief, as if the absence of others had unlocked something between us.

“W-Wait,” she stammered, her voice trembling as she rose slightly. The warmth of her body shifted, and I felt the subtle pull of her retreat, as though her very essence resisted letting go. A soft gasp escaped my lips, the sensation overwhelming, raw, and unfiltered. There was something undeniably intoxicating about the absence of barriers, the intimacy of skin against skin.

Our eyes met briefly, a fleeting connection that spoke volumes. But she quickly looked away, her hands moving to adjust her underwear. She reached for the door, her movements hurried, but I stopped her with a gentle touch.

“Is this how it should be?” I asked, my voice low, probing, searching for something deeper.

She paused, her gaze locking onto mine once more. For a moment, she seemed to wrestle with her thoughts, her lips pressing together as though suppressing a smile. Then, with a quiet determination, she pushed me back into the seat and knelt between my legs.

Her fingers worked deftly, reopening the zipper I had just fastened. My buttons remained undone, and she took her time, her movements deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine. There was a seductive glint in her gaze, one that sent a shiver down my spine and made my pulse quicken.

Her hand found me, her touch tentative yet confident, as though she were holding something both familiar and extraordinary. The sheer size seemed to surprise her, her fingers struggling to wrap around me fully. A soft laugh escaped her lips, a sound that was both nervous and eager, as though she were preparing herself for what was to come.

She leaned forward, her breath warm against my skin, and her lips parted. Slowly, she took me into her mouth, her tongue circling the sensitive tip with a skill that left me breathless. I watched her, my hands gripping the edges of the seat, my eyes darting occasionally to the windows, half-expecting someone to interrupt this stolen moment.

Her rhythm was intoxicating, her head moving up and down with a pace that quickened my heartbeat. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a mix of ecstasy and tension that coiled tightly within me. I gasped, my body jerking involuntarily as she continued, her mouth working in ways that left me utterly undone.

After a while, she pulled back, her lips glistening, her eyes dark with desire. My arousal was evident, throbbing in the space between us, as though begging for her to continue. She licked her lips, a slow, deliberate motion that sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and then she leaned in again, her tongue teasing the sensitive slit.

I whimpered, my body arching slightly as her tongue explored every inch of me. The sensation was maddening, her mouth warm and wet, her movements both tender and relentless. She took me deeper, her lips sliding further down, her tongue tracing the soft folds beneath the head. I sighed, the pleasure building to a crescendo, my skin burning with need.

Leaning back, I let my head rest against the seat, my eyes closing as she continued. Her pace increased, her movements more urgent, and I felt the pressure building within me, a storm ready to break. My body trembled, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I neared the edge.

“Ah, I’m close,” I moaned, my voice strained, and she responded by quickening her pace, her head bobbing faster, her hands reaching to gently cup and press against me.

The intensity was overwhelming, my body shaking with the force of my release. I gripped her head, my fingers tangling in her hair as I spilled into her mouth, my entire body shuddering with the force of it. She gagged slightly, her throat working to take all of me, though some escaped, coating her lips.

When she finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, her eyes glazed. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. “I’ll catch up with the others,” she said softly, her voice husky, before slipping out of the car.

I sat there for a moment, my body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. “Thanks,” I murmured as she left, though she was already gone. “I owe you.”

I dressed quickly, my hands trembling slightly as I fastened my shorts. Running a hand through my hair, I couldn’t help but smile, the memory of her touch still fresh, still electric. She was intense, unforgettable, and utterly intoxicating.

Glancing in the direction she had gone, I reached for a bottle of cologne, spritzing it lightly to mask any lingering traces of our encounter. The day was young, and though our friends remained oblivious, the memory of what had just transpired would linger, a secret shared between us, a moment of passion that defied words.

And that's what happened earlier.