Liam
Pleasing my man? Shit!
Let that sink in for a moment. I never thought I’d get to this moment in my life, where I could refer to someone as ‘my man.’ But the thought of calling Dylan Lewis my man has me smiling.
This trip is supposed to be about the two of us spending a quiet and relaxing Christmas together and enjoying one another’s company, and I plan on making sure Dylan enjoys every single moment of it.
I hear the sound of the front door opening, and my heart thumps, then I spin around to see Dylan walk through the door, a backpack over his shoulder and another bag in his hand.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hi,” he replies, placing his bags on the floor. “I hope I haven’t packed too much; I wasn’t sure how much space we’d have.”
“We have as much space as we need. It’s just the two of us,” I tell him.
“I’m surprised the resort was available, you’d think at this time of year he would be filled up with reservations,” Dylan says.
I stop shuffling through my bag then look up at him and say, “And how many people do you know that have that kind of money to spend on a private resort for Christmas, other than a billionaire or celebrity?”
He frowns and I love how sexy that makes him look, he’s so cute when he’s clueless, and I wouldn’t dare have him any other way.
“Okay, you’ve made your point. I just thought with it being Christmas and all that the resort would be booked.”
“Did I mention he is a close, personal friend of mine?”
He nods. “You did. And how many more ‘close, personal’ friends do you have?” he asks.
I notice the tone in his voice, and that has me quirking as fuck as I say, “Dylan Lewis, are you jealous?”
“Jealous? Me? Why the hell would I be jealous?”
“Because the look on your face right now, and your body posture, would suggest to me that the thought of me even thinking about someone else drives you wild.”
“You’re cute, Liam but you’re not that fucking cute,” he replies.
“Oh really? Your actions the other day prove otherwise.” My eyes narrow in on the obvious erection sporting through his sweatpants. “And is that a flashlight down there, or are you getting ready to put out a fire?”
He places his hand over his crotch and adjusts himself and his cheeks turn a deep shade of red.
Fuck, the man looks absolutely delicious, even in his delirious and jealous state.
No matter what he says or does my body can’t help react to him, and if this is a preview of what’s to come, then I definitely have high hopes for these next few days.
Sun. Pool. Cocktails. Food. And Dylan walking around completely naked.
All the perfect ingredients for a dirty martini.
There are so many qualities to this man that appeal to me, the obvious being his sex appeal, his strikingly handsome—hot looks, and the fact that he has an enormous cock that I get to devour whenever I want is an added bonus.
And how can I resist that sweet personality of his?
“We haven’t even left yet, and already you’re thinking about sex, aren’t you?” he asks.
“You know me too well, Dylan. I’m very impressed. I mean, can you blame me? You are fucking hot.”
He blushes again, and before I have the opportunity to say anything else, my phone alerts me of a text message from Hugo informing me he’s waiting outside.
“Our ride is here. Are you ready to go?”
“Ride?” he inquires.
“To the airport.”
He picks up his bags, tossing his backpack over his shoulder, and I grab my own bags. I do a quick once-over of the house, making sure I haven’t left anything behind, then set the alarm and close the door.
It takes us over an hour to get to the airport, even though it’s usually a twenty-minute drive from my house.
Having Hugo drive us instead of battling the traffic was definitely a wise idea.
It appears that everyone in Chicago is leaving the city and heading away for the holiday season.
Once we enter the private section of the airport and clear security, he drives the cart to the hangar.
I step out of the vehicle with Dylan, gather our bags and after thanking Hugo, he drives off.
Leading the way, I head to the hanger doors, enter the security code and wait for the door to slide fully open.
“There she is, my beautiful pride and joy.”
“What’s this?” Dylan asks.
“Um, I'm pretty sure they call it a jet plane,” I answer, sarcastically.
“Stop being a smart ass. I mean, what are we doing here?” he asks.
“Well, you didn’t think we were going to drive to the middle of the Caribbean, did you?”
“You—you own a jet?”
I nod. “I do. You sound surprised.”
“I suppose I shouldn’t be, given that you’re a billionaire and all, I just, I don’t know. I’m not really sure what I expected.”
“I understand that, and I still stand by what I told you, I don’t splash my cash around.
However, there are only two ways to get to Necker Island, by sea and by air.
But it’s not a direct flight, so we need to first fly to Beef Island, where I can leave my jet and then we make another journey to the island. ”
“You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?”
“I have to. I aim to please,” I reply with a smile.
We take a step inside the hanger and place our bags by the door, then I grab Dylan’s hand and move toward the plane.
I walk around the outside of the plane, showing him every detailed inch before giving her a gentle rub.
When we get to the other side of the plane, I unlock the door and pull it open.
It opens as a staircase leading into the aircraft.
I walk up the stairs and into the plane, then turn around to look at Dylan who is still standing at the bottom of the stairs.
“Are you coming?” I ask.
“You can’t be serious,” he replies.
“About what? I already told you that the only way to the island is by sea or by air.”
“I mean, you don’t seriously expect me to get on this plane with you flying it. I mean, do you even know how to fly a plane?”
I arch my brows and glare at him, not saying a word, but to be perfectly honest, I rather enjoy seeing him freak out. It makes him look rather sexy.
“Just get on the plane, Dylan.”
“And what if I don’t?” he asks.
“I’ll spank you, and then I’ll punish you—with my cock.”
“See, I can handle that. But what I can’t handle is—”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Samuels.”
Cameron, my pilot, interrupts the conversation, and with impeccable timing I might add. Although, I could have had a lot more fun teasing Dylan with the thought planted in his brain that he was going to spend the next several hours freaking out about me flying this plane.
“Dylan, this is Cameron, my pilot. He’ll be the one flying the plane.”
“Good afternoon, Dylan, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Cameron stretches out his hand, and Dylan takes it in a handshake. Cameron grabs our bags, and when he returns, gestures for Dylan to get onto the plane. He walks up the stairs and enters the plane then playfully punches my upper left arm.
“You’re an asshole, you know that.”
“So sue me. The look on your face was fucking worth it.”
He pins me with a death glare and I watch as Cameron enters the plane behind him. He places the bags down next to the couch, then closes the aircraft door and enters the cockpit.
“Have I kissed you today?” I ask.
“I don’t think you deserve a kiss after what you just did to me,” he replies.
“Oh come on, don’t be a tease. I was just fucking with you. And if it helps … you look hot when you freak out.”
I lean forward and press a kiss to his mouth, and when he slides his tongue between my lips, it’s obvious that he’s been craving this just as much as I have.
“That doesn’t let you off the hook, you’re still an ass,” he tells me.
“And I’m totally okay with that, and you can spend the next few days punishing me as much as you want.”
His eyes widen and I feel his cock jerk to life through the material of his sweatpants as it brushes against the inside of my thigh.
“Someone’s very excited,” I state.
“I didn’t get a chance to jerk off this morning, what did you expect to happen when your body is pressed hard up against mine.”
“Perhaps I can give you a hand with that little—big problem, later?” I offer.
“Now who’s the tease,” he says.
“Oh, I’m not teasing, Mr. Lewis … I’m warning you,” I tell him.
“Mr. Samuels and Mr. Lewis, please prepare yourselves for takeoff,” Cameron’s voice cuts through the intercom.
I grab hold of Dylan’s hand and escort him to the two recliners by the window, a table separates the two chairs.
He takes his seat and fastens his seatbelt and I do the same, then make myself comfortable.
I hear the plane’s engine roar to life and look out the window to see the propellers on the wing start up.
The plane vibrates beneath my seat and I throw a glance over in Dylan’s direction, who’s making himself comfortable in his seat.
After a few minutes of warming up the engine, the plane slowly starts to move out of the hangar before coming to a complete stop.
It idles for a few moments before it starts moving again, and I watch out the window as Cameron steers the plane to the runway and once in position he stops again.
We stay on the runway for a few short minutes, then the plane’s engines get louder as the plane starts moving again.
It picks up speed and within a few minutes we’re in the air.
After some time in the air, I open my eyes to find the cabin covered in darkness. The lights are dimmed and it’s dark outside, and Dylan is lying fast asleep on the recliner in front of me. I raise my recliner, then pick up the intercom phone and dial into the cockpit.
“Yes, Mr. Samuels?” Cameron answers.
“How far are we from our destination, Cameron?”
“Just cruising at thirty-five thousand feet above North Carolina sea level, sir.”
“Thank you,” I say and hang up the phone.
Dylan stirs, slowly opening his eyes and reclining his seat, then he focuses his attention on me.