6. Worth

Laurie was everything I could possibly want. He was the perfect princess I'd been needing. He ate up praise like he needed it to live. The way he responded to every touch, every thrust of my cock, every lick of my tongue was earth shattering. I got off on my partner's pleasure, and he was driving me crazy. Tonight was not going to be enough.

He dropped his legs open, and I positioned myself between them, letting my cock nudge his ass. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing hardly having slowed since I'd stopped. His eyes were squeezed shut, and I didn't want that.

"Look at me."

When he did, I felt a jolt of sensation run through me like I'd been shocked. "Princess, you're fucking magical."

"No, I?—"

I placed a finger over his lips. "Shh."

He gasped as I pushed inside again.

"You're so fucking big."

"You love it."

He nodded frantically. "Yes. More."

I was going to give him more. I was going to give him everything. He was fucking intoxicating. Did Beck make a lucky guess, or did he really know me well enough to pick out the perfect man for me?

I worked Laurie with slow strokes. My body shook with the force of holding back, I needed more. The way he looked into my eyes like he could see all the way to my soul made me want to drown in him.

What had I been doing thinking I could ignore my need for pleasure, ignore what this did for me? I'd obviously lost my mind.

"Please," he begged.

"Please, what?"

"I…."

"Tell me what you need," I demanded.

"I need to come. I need more. Fuck me hard, let me come."

"Oh Princess, I'm going to fuck you so hard I'll make you scream, and I'm going to watch as you come for me, unable to hold back anymore, so fucking desperate for it."

"You said…I couldn't."

I grinned. He was so fucking obedient. It just came naturally. "I'll tell you when you can. You can hang on until then, I know you can."

"I'm not?—"

"Don't argue with me." I braced myself over him and drove into his ass hard enough to push him toward the headboard. He gasped and reached up to hold on to it again as I fucked him roughly like I'd promised. He was whining, moaning, and calling my name. I didn't remember having told him to. Maybe Beck had.

It didn't matter. Hearing my name in his sex-drunk voice nearly made me lose it. I had to hold still and breathe to keep from coming before him.

"What's wrong?"

"You're too fucking good at this."

He frowned. "I need more."

"Touch yourself. I want to see you come."

He wrapped a hand around his dick and stroked it furiously. I started driving into him again. His head tipped back, and he closed his eyes.

"No. Eyes on me."

His eyes flew open, and he stared at me as he fought to draw in a breath. It caught in his throat as cum shot from his cock. His eyes were wide, his face and chest flushed. He was thoroughly immersed in pleasure.

"You're so beautiful, Princess. So fucking perfect." I couldn't wait anymore. I fucked him wildly until heat seared though me and I came, still staring into Laurie's eyes, knowing there was something about him that was unlike any man I'd ever been with.

Laurie reached for me and shocked me by pulling me down for a kiss. I took the opportunity to devour him, wanting him to feel how incredibly satisfied he'd made me. Fuck. I hadn't felt truly satisfied about anything in a long time. I might actually sleep tonight.

When I pulled back, desperate for air since I hadn't caught my breath after the amazing orgasm he'd given me, Laurie was staring up at me with a wistful look on his face.

I could see the remnants of a bruise on one of his cheeks. He must have covered it with makeup, but it had smudged as we'd exerted ourselves. I brushed my fingers over it. "Who hurt you?" Whoever they were, they weren't going to live long.

His hand came up to cover his cheek. "Don't worry about that. It's fine."

"No, it's not. Tell me who did it, and I'll take care of them."

"I won't be seeing them again. I got away."

I frowned. I wanted to know more, but it could wait. Had a client hit Laurie or had someone else? He couldn't possibly have been an escort very long. No one was that good at faking the innocence in his expression. I wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything about him. That should disturb me, but it didn't. Somehow, he was meant to be here, and I was meant to spend more time with him. I'd never believed in fate before. But now I might have to convince him; I needed to ask him again about staying the whole two weeks with me. I couldn't take his answer at face value since he'd been dying to come. If someone else had already hired him, I'd double their offer, triple it, whatever I had to. He was going to be mine for this entire vacation.

And then?

I'd worry about that later.

I sat back and let my cock slide from Laurie's body. He groaned, and I smiled at him. "Too empty now?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sore?"

"I will be, right now I'm too high from coming to notice."

"That's quite a compliment."

He looked away then, and I decided not to push any harder. I made my way to the bathroom, turned on the water in the sink to warm up, then wet a washcloth, cleaned myself up, and got another for Laurie. I brought it out, and he reached for it, but I shook my head.

"Just lay there and let me clean you up."

Before using the washcloth, I ran my tongue through the cum on his abdomen, making him gasp. When I looked up, he was staring at me with heat in his eyes. His dick twitched, and I wrapped my hand around it. "Are you ready for more?"

"I could be. Do you want more?"

"That is an absurd question. I want it all."

His eyes widened, and I saw a hint of unease there. "I'm not sure…."

"Shh. I promised I wouldn't hurt you, and I won't." I used the cloth on him and returned it to the bathroom, tossing it on the floor.

I kept things neat at home, but when I was on vacation, I could let the cleaning crew handle it. I tipped very well.

I walked to the bed and lay down next to Laurie. Before I could say anything, my phone started buzzing. Who the hell was calling me here? Whoever it was, they could wait. I ignored it, but a few seconds later it was buzzing again.

I picked my phone up and saw it was Beck FaceTiming me.

He set me up with an escort, and now he was calling me? For a video chat? Well, then he could fucking deal with post-sex me. I answered the call, doubting he'd be summoning me if there wasn't something serious.

He looked frantic. "What's wrong? Why the hell weren't you answering?"

"I'm busy."

"I need your help. Where's Laurence? I've been texting and calling him, and he won't answer. I'm worried about him."

"Laurence? Your friend from college? Why would I know where he is?"

"Did you seriously not listen to any of my messages?"

I remembered then that my phone had run out of battery at the airport. Beck had left me a few voicemails while I was on the flight, but I'd forgotten about them in the rush to get to the resort and after finding Laurie waiting for me.

"Sorry. I've been busy, as you should know."

"What does that mean?"

"Busy with the man you sent me."

"What man?" Beck sounded incredibly confused.

"Are you all right?"

"Are you?"

"I haven't seen anyone but this gorgeous man you had waiting for me." I tilted the phone so he could see Laurie just as Laurie yelled "no," but it was too late.

"Laurence?" Beck yelled. "What the hell is going on?"

Surely, he knew the answer.

"Worth, I can't fucking believe you. I set up this trip for you, and the first thing you do it the one thing I fucking told you not to do."

"I can explain," Laurie said.

I frowned at him. "Wait, you two know each other?"

"Of course we know each other. That's Laurence. You've met him. How the hell did you not recognize him?"

I looked at Laurie then, staring in horror. "You mean you…you're Beck's friend?"

"Who the hell did you think he was?" Beck's voice rose so loud I flinched.

"I thought he was a present." Now I understood Beck's anger. The first time I'd met Laurie—when he'd looked completely different—Beck had told me he was off-limits, even for flirting. He'd probably reiterated that in his voicemails.

"What the fuck? How dare you take advantage of him!"

"He didn't," Laurie said. "I could have told him who I was."

That startled Beck into silence. A few seconds later, in a dangerously quiet voice, Beck replied, "Why didn't you?"

"I…um…."

I'd known something was off. Laurie wasn't like any escort I'd met. I kept telling myself he had to be acting, while knowing inside that he wasn't.

I looked at him carefully and thought about the summer I'd met him. "You don't look at all like you did before. Your hair was long and…."

"Ginger."

"Yes and you…" I helplessly swept my hand up and down. His body had not looked like he spent the perfect about of time at the gym.

"I started a better workout regimen."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I meant to. I started to, but you?—"

Beck interrupted him. "Oh my fucking God, Worth did you?—"

"No!" Laurie held up his hands. "I was very willing."

Beck made a disgusted face. "He's my brother."

Laurie grimaced. "I know, but he's…."

"Jesus. I was worried about you, and you were there fucking my brother."

"Beck, I'm sorry. I didn't plan this."

"But you wanted it."

"Is that so horrible?"

"Jesus. I don't know."

I turned the phone so Beck could only see me. "Don't you dare blame Laurie for any of this. If you want to be angry, be angry with me."

"Oh I am. I left you a message telling you he would be there in my place. He needed somewhere to go, and something came up with my internship last minute, so I couldn't leave."

"I got an earlier flight, and my phone died at the airport. I didn't bother charging it because I'd have to ignore a gazillion calls from our mother. Then…well, I didn't get your messages." I understood why he was upset. I should have listened to his messages. I should have known my uptight little brother wouldn't give me a present like this amazing man. No wonder he spoke so highly about Laurie/Laurence, he was incredible.

When I'd met him before, he'd been so shy he seemed to want to be invisible. Beck had told me he had an awful boyfriend who was likely abusing him. That had to be who'd hit him. That asshole better enjoy the next few weeks because I was coming for him. What I didn't know was what I was going to do now.

The bed linens rustled, and I turned to see Laurie wrapping the sheet around himself.

"Don't go. You and I should talk. Beck, I'll call you back later."

"No," Laurie said. "This was…I was so stupid." He ran out of the room, and I heard the door to the villa's other bedroom slam.

"I thought you actually wanted to change," Beck yelled. "I thought you wanted to get yourself together and do something with your life."

"I've been trying to run the fucking company, does that not count as doing something?"

"Worth, he's hurting. He just left his boyfriend, a man who's been abusing him for years. Tommy had him trapped. Laurence hasn't got any money or any place to go. I sent him to Aruba so he could have a chance to relax and experience some luxury before we figure out his next step. He already didn't want to take money from me, and now you fucked it all up."

"How did I do that? I didn't hurt him; I didn't do anything he didn't want."

"You thought he was a fucking escort."

"He didn't act like one, I just made a stupid assumption. I was early and he was naked—well he had on a robe, but it was open. Why else would there be a mostly naked man in our villa?"

"You could have let me know you were arriving early. That would have been nice, even if I was the one there."

"You could have told me you weren't coming yesterday."

"I…."

"Beck?"

"I put it off because I thought you'd be mad, and then I'd have to lay down the law about Laurie."

"Too late for that."

"It's not too late for you to keep your hands off him from now on. He's in no place for more disappointment. He needs to figure things out on his own, and you…you should be done now anyway since you're Mr. One Night Only."

I'd said that about myself plenty of times, but hearing the words spat at me like that hurt. "I thought you wanted me to change."

"Not like this. You're going to have to fix this."

I agreed, but I didn't think the solution I wanted was the same one Beck did. "What do you want me to do? Apologize to him, then ignore him the rest of the time I'm here?"

"No, but you should probably get your own place to stay. This is not the time for him to be dealing with shit like you eye-fucking him all the time."

I barely held in my thought that Laurie seemed to be doing pretty well a little while ago.

"He needs a friend, not a quick fling."

"I can be a friend."

"Can you?" Beck asked.

"Like you said, I rarely fuck a man twice, so clearly I can."

"You never make friends with any of them either."

"Beck, he's your friend, and you care about him. He's obviously been through hell. I'm not going to do anything to make it worse."

"You better fucking listen to my messages from now on and answer the fucking phone when I call."

"I thought I was supposed to relax while I was here, not hover over my phone waiting for your every command."

"I expect to hear from you tomorrow, and you better tell me he's doing better than he is right now."

I ran a hand through my hair. "Fine. Good night."

Beck ended the call without saying anything else.

I wanted to throw my phone across the room, but I tossed it on the bed instead. The bed that was now missing a sheet. The bed that was still damp from me fucking the hell out of Laurie. I might have put things together if my stupid brother had told me yesterday that he was coming.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and dropped my head into my hands. Despite all of this, I still wanted him. What the fuck was I going to do?