Liam - December 24
Liam
Christmas Eve.
My eyes flicker open and immediately catch a glimpse of the gorgeous man lying naked beside me.
After a beautiful and romantic evening last night, I was exhausted so we went straight to bed.
With Dylan still temporarily out of action, it was nice to just collapse into each other’s arms and fall asleep.
Look at me; rich, successful, and in bed with a man I find myself falling deeply in love with every single day.
This wasn’t exactly how I pictured the year would end.
Normally, I would find myself at the traditional, annual family barbecue before heading home, where I would get shitfaced and drink myself into a coma.
But this year, I get to spend it with a beautiful man, on a remote island with no one around except the resort staff.
His body stirs beside me, and he rolls over so that he’s facing me, then he slowly flickers his eyes open.
“Good morning,” I say, kissing his nose.
“Morning,” he replies, sleepily.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask.
“Like a light. I think I was out the minute my head hit the pillow. What about you?”
“Like a baby. The second I stripped out of my clothes and my head got that pillow, I was done for.”
He murmurs, then looks down at his exposed chest before lifting the covers.
“I’m naked,” he says.
“Good observation,” I reply.
“Did we…?” He looks at me with wide eyes.
“As tempting as you were, lying deliciously naked next to me, no, I did not take advantage of you in your vulnerable state. Though I assure you if I had, your cock wouldn’t be the only thing out of action right now.”
I give him a flirtatious smile and wink, and his eyes widen once more.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
“Sorry? What on earth are you sorry for?”
“Not being able to please you. It must be hard going this long without sex.”
I frown and glare at him. “I’m not sure whether I should be flattered that you find me so sexually irresistible or insulted at the fact that you think I’m some sex-crazed maniac.
I mean, and if I recall correctly, it’s my fault that your dick is currently out of order.
In the one who bit down on it, remember? By the way, how is it?”
He pulls the covers down, exposing his groin. I lean in closer to examine it, and I can see that the swelling has gone down, although the bruising is still evident.
“Does it still hurt?” I ask.
“Not as much, it’s more tender now than anything.”
“You know, Doctor Newman did suggest that a warm bath is best for aching muscles,” I tell him.
“Mmmhmm, she did. What are you suggesting?”
“That beautiful hot tub outside on the balcony. I can order some room service and we can spend the entire day there naked. Or we could go and swim in the beach, nude. Whatever you want,” I suggest.
“That all sounds perfect. Especially sitting in the hot tub all day naked.”
I reach for the guest phone on the nightstand and dial the number for room service.
I give the kitchen staff my order then hang up the phone.
I spring out of bed and put on one of the complimentary robes provided, and slide my feet into the slippers, then walk outside onto the balcony.
I move to the edge where the hot tub rests and place my hand in the water, checking the temperature.
It’s perfect. I then head back into the room and help Dylan out of bed and into his robe and slippers.
Once we’re on the balcony, we move to the edge and lean over the railing, enjoying the view of the gorgeous sunrise.
“I wish we could do this every day,” Dylan says.
“You mean, stay on expensive, luxurious islands?”
“Doesn’t have to be an island. Anywhere would be perfect as long as we’re together and not having to worry about the stress of work.”
“Yeah, that does sound perfect. But don’t you think you’d get bored after a while?
I know how stressful work can be, but at least it passes the time.
And not only that, at the end of a stressful work week, you can look forward to the weekend or the holidays to recuperate.
If you lived this lifestyle every day, with nothing but freedom and the ocean to worry about every day, you'd have nothing to look forward to.”
“I never really thought of it that way,” he replies.
“You know that we can go anywhere you want, right?”
“I do,” he replies, half-heartedly.
There’s something in his tone that makes me feel a little uneasy, and when it comes to Dylan, I’m not normally one to push. But I have to know what’s on his mind.
“But?” I inquire.
“It’s just … I don’t expect you to do all these things for me.
If we’re going to have this life together that we keep talking about, it has to be a two-way street.
I don’t want to rely on your money or your rich billionaire status to get what I want.
I want to do things on my own merits. I’m sorry, I know I’m sounding really selfish right now, but I want to be able to do things for myself and not worry about finances. ”
“Have I made you feel like you’re pressured?” I ask.
“No, not at all. It’s just, I don’t want you to think that I need to rely on you to live. I’ve done well on my own up until this point, and I just want to continue to be financially independent.”
The fact that we’re practically family, and knowing about Dylan’s financial past, has helped me understand him a lot more.
And what I love more is the fact that despite having everything presented to him on a silver platter, the man still wants to do everything on his own.
This is why I know that he’s definitely not interested in me just for my money, and I guess that’s what made me fall in love with him, his independence.
“You do realize though, that as your boyfriend, I’m going to want to buy you things and take you out to places. It kind of goes with the title,” I tell him.
“That’s exactly my point. I’m your boyfriend too, so naturally, I’m also going to want to take you out to places and buy you things.
I don’t know, I guess for you it’s never been an issue because you’ve always been able to get what you want with no help.
I’ve never been able to share things with anyone.
I’ve never been able to buy gifts for people and really experience the whole being in love thing, properly.
Which is why I want to be able to do things for you, too. ”
My heart skips a beat. This man has completely hypnotized me and has me loving him more and more. I know I keep saying that, but the fact that he’s just poured his entire heart out to me has me more convinced that I’ve chosen a genuine man who is going to love me for me and not just my money.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” I say, placing my hands on his cheeks as I pull him in for a kiss.
“Even with a broken penis?” He chuckles.
“Even with a broken penis,” I assure him.
There’s a knock from within, and I walk through the bedroom and over to the door, pulling it open.
“Room service,” the man on the other side of the door says.
He wheels the cart into our room, resting it out on the balcony next to the table, then he takes the other cart from last night’s dinner and pushes it through the room.
As he exits, I signal for him to wait, then reach into my pants pocket of the pants I was wearing last night, pull out my wallet and hand him a one-hundred-dollar bill.
After thanking him, he leaves and I close the door behind him before making my way out onto the balcony again.
After we enjoy our breakfast, Dylan kicks off his slippers and loosens the knot on his robe and slides it off his shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor.
He then turns around and steps into the hot tub.
I follow suit, and when I get into the hot tub, I walk toward him, his legs are spread and his ass is pressed against the wall.
I position myself between his thighs and take him in another kiss, and then I feel him press his body harder against mine.
My cock starts to twitch, and I know that I’m not able to start anything with the guy, but the feeling of just having him in my arms is all that I desire right now.
Nothing could make this moment anymore perfect than it already is.
And then, just as I continue to kiss him sensually, I feel a finger slide up the inside of my ass.
“Jesussss,” I hiss.
“My dick may be out of action, but I still have full use of my fingers.”
The damn son of a bitch.
“Fucking hell, Dylan. What the fuck are you trying to do, destroy me?”
As the sentence leaves my mouth, I feel the force of another finger slide up my ass, this time he twists them around, making circles and stretching me open. He steals a kiss, taking me completely off guard before sliding another finger inside me.
Holy fuck, he’s a goddamn pro.
With three, maybe four fingers inside me, he continues to circle the inside of my asshole while devouring my mouth.
I’m in pure fucking heaven right now. Nothing, and I mean nothing could make this moment more perfect.
He slides one hand beneath the water and curls his fingers around my now throbbing length, then he begins stroking my dick.
I tilt my head backward and let out a loud moan, enjoying the feeling of his palm running up and down my erection.
I feel my balls tingle, and I’m close to losing my load.
“You need to stop or I’m going to come,” I warn.
“Yes, and that would be a problem, seeing as this isn’t your pool,” he replies.
He brings his hand back up to the surface and we embrace in another passionate kiss.
Making the most of the opportunity, I slide my hand under the water and slide a single digit up his asshole, then thrust it upward.
He pulls his lips from mine and a loud curse leaves his mouth.
“Fuckkkk.”
“You’re not the only one with talented fingers,” I say.
“That’s not the only thing that’s talented, your cock is weeping for some attention,” he says. “Let me take care of it for you.”
He places his hands on my ass cheeks, then lifts me up out of the water and sits me down on the edge of the spa.
He spreads my legs apart, then grabs hold of my aching dick and lowers his head before swallowing my dick.
I look down and watch it disappear between his lips and let out a loud groan as I tilt my head backward.
He continues sucking on my dick, and all I can do is sit and enjoy every second of it.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
Removing his lips, Dylan blows a breath across my wet skin and that has me squirming as I grab the back of his head with both my hands and push his head down.
His lips part and once I’m inside his mouth, I push his head all the way down until I hear him gag.
I remove the pressure, allowing him to come up for some air, but only for a brief moment before I push his head down again.
I feel my balls tingle once more, and I know it’s only a matter of seconds, maybe a minute if I’m lucky, before I lose my load.
He pulls his mouth off with a light pop, then wraps a fist around my dick and begins to tug on the sensitive skin.
With his free hand, he slides his palm up my stomach and chest, then brings his thumb to my mouth and I suck on it.
Inserting another finger, I worship the two with my tongue, and with his fist still curled around my dick, he angles his head upward, and when I poke my tongue out between my lips, he takes it with his mouth and sucks on it.
No matter what this guy does, he can easily turn me on more than I already am.
Honestly, I think he was a porn star in a past life.
Right now, I’m really fucking struggling to stop myself from bending him over and ramming my cock so far up his ass that he’ll scream until the cows come home.
I know I told him that I wasn’t a sex-crazed maniac, but damn, the way the cocky bastard is working me up right now, he’s making it increasingly difficult for me to control myself, when I know I have no choice.
“You’re a fucking menacing cock tease, you know that?”
“And what’s your point?” he replies.
“My point is, you need to fuck the hell out of my cock right now so that I can explode all over you.”
“With. Fucking. Pleasure.”
I’m already horny as fuck, so I know this isn’t going to take long at all.
He tightens his grip around my cock, then strokes it, gently at first then gradually increases his speed.
I place my palms flat on the edge of the spa, then buck my hips forward making it easy work for him.
All it takes is a few hard tugs, and just as I’m about to shoot my load, he lowers his head and puts me back in his mouth where I shoot jets of come all the way down his throat.
When I look down and see him swallow, the sight is enough to make me want to come again, but instead I remove my cock from inside his mouth, then he lifts himself up and wraps his hands around my neck.
“You certainly know how to please a man,” I tell him.
“It helps when my man is a gorgeous, handsome, and incredibly sexy billionaire that I get to fuck every day for what I’m hoping is going to be the rest of my life.”
“That’s one thing you can always count on,” I tell him.
Waking up every morning with this man, and growing old with this man, is all I want.
I can’t imagine doing all this without him.
I know it’s been a long journey getting the two of us here but now that we’ve finally found our way to one another, I plan on never letting this man go.
When I finally catch my breath after my exhausting sexual activity, I haul myself out of the hot tub, then help Dylan out also.
We slip back into our robes and slippers and walk back into the bedroom, and once inside, we lay down on the bed and stare up at the pale, white ceiling.
Rolling over to face me, Dylan takes a hold of my hand.
He brings it to his mouth and presses a kiss to the back of my palm.
“Liam, I have a confession to make,” he tells me.
“And what’s that?” I ask.
“I’ve fallen completely in love with you,” he confesses.
“Oh, babe, I already fell,” I reply.