Chapter 48
DERRICK
It’s bach weekend, bitches, and we are headed to The Paradise Club Resort, where all my dirty fantasies are going to come alive.
Camryn was able to swing an all-expenses-paid weekend in paradise for Isla and Finn.
It pays to be sleeping with the owner. As we didn’t have much time, we only had a weekend spare in the diary for this before the wedding.
“Welcome to the most epic last hurrah ever!” I scream, holding up the bottle of champagne as we head down to the Caribbean in the jet. “Everyone needs a round of tequila shots, except for her, she needs water.” I point at Olivia and her growing belly.
Isla and Finn are making out. “Drink up, you two.” I push shots of tequila in their hands. “You’re about to have the time of your life.”
“Welcome to paradise, my Dirty Texas family.” Nate and Camryn greet us on the wharf.
“I have water for everyone.” Camryn hands over the bottles. She knows us so well. It’s nice and warm down here in the Caribbean, the ocean breeze glides across my skin like tropical silk.
“If you would like to come aboard, we’ll take you across to the resort.
” Nate gives us his megawatt smile, his white teeth shining against his sun-kissed skin.
He looks like he’s stepped off an ad for luxury yachts, selling ordinary men this billionaire playboy lifestyle, one that he lives on a daily basis.
“I’ll be taking you around to your own private area of the resort, reserved for VIPs and blocked off to ordinary guests.
It’s near my villa, an area I built for my friends to come and stay at the resort. ”
We take a seat at the front of the boat, and the captain starts to move slowly away from the port.
There’s nothing but crystal-clear water around us.
Once we’re safe and away from the other boats, the captain opens the engines, and we hurtle through the water.
Nate reassures us it’s not far to the island.
Dolphins jump beside the boat as we speed across the sea.
Just over the horizon, the closer we get, the more the island comes into focus.
On one side of the island, it looks like bungalows that jut out into the ocean.
“I stayed there. It’s beautiful.” Olivia points out.
“There’s a fantastic bar at the end of the pier also,” Camryn recommends to us.
“This truly is paradise,” I comment to Cam. “Can see why you fell for its owner while staying here.”
“That, and he knows how to fuck,” she jokes, which has us bursting out laughing.
“Things are good then with your man?”
“Didn’t think I could be this happy or satisfied.”
“Jealous.” I smirk.
“Please, look at you, if you weren’t gay, I’d sleep with you. I’d probably still sleep with you even as a gay man if you wished.” She nudges me playfully.
“If vaginas didn’t repulse me, I’d definitely fuck yours.” I smirk.
“As long as I can watch.” Nate winks as he leans into our conversation.
“I think Derrick would rather have me watch him fuck you than the other way around.” Camryn giggles.
“That sounds like fun, but alas, I don’t swing that way.” Nate gives me a disappointed look.
“Honestly, you two are so fricken hot I’d watch you two.”
“You never know what you see in paradise.” Nate winks at me.
“I get why you fell for him.” Camryn and I giggle.
“I’ve made sure that Nate’s put the hottest gay men he can find on the island to be in charge of you.”
“Best weekend ever!” I squeal.
We finally arrive in paradise, where a fleet of golf carts is waiting to take us to our rooms.
“Your luggage will be in your rooms. I thought I might take you on a tour first. Is that okay?” Nate asks.
It’s his island, we will follow his lead.
The staff hand out headphones for us to put on so we can listen to Nate’s tour of paradise.
Would be better if he took off his shirt, I’ll make sure to write that down in the suggestion box.
“We’re now in the private area not accessible by guests.
My villa is over to the right, and your villas will be on the left.
They all have direct access to the beach, but don’t worry, they are all far enough away that you won’t see your friends skinny dipping in the ocean unless you want to, that is. ”
Nate points out the gate that takes us into the guest area, where the golf carts drive along the dirt paths. The sounds of the rainforest are all you can hear with exotic birds calling to their mates. It looks like any other luxury resort—you would have no idea it’s a sex resort.
We continue the path past the luxury rainforest villas until we get to an area that’s more open.
Nate points out that this is where the open showers are for people who want to get cleaned up from the beach.
We look up at the glass cubes, and we spot our first encounter.
A man has a woman pressed up against the glass and is fucking her.
Oh wow. People really are just fucking anywhere.
Hell yeah! Nate points out a waterfall with a hidden grotto you can visit, where there are pools and people sunbathing nude—clothing is optional everywhere except the restaurants and bars, where clothing must be worn.
Who wants to see hairy balls at dinner?
It’s basically like any other luxury resort, except there are a lot of naked people around.
Nate tells us that room service is available twenty-four hours, and they cater not just for food and drink, but you can order pretty much any sexual desire you require.
He points out areas dedicated to kinks and fetishes as well.
Maybe I might spice things up and try some new kinks.
It looks like the place to try new things carefully.
“So, what did you think?” Nate asks as we get out of the golf carts.
“I’m going to have the best time ever.” My dick is already twitching to get sucked.
“We have dinner planned for tonight at Nate’s villa for around eight-thirty. Until then, your time is your own. Oh, and each one of your villas has its own dedicated butler,” Camryn adds.
“What you do with that butler is up to you.” Nate smirks.
Kinky butlers say no more, I am out of here.
“Welcome to paradise, Mr. Jones.” This gorgeous, olive-skinned man greets me at my villa. “I’m your butler, Ernesto, and I am here to deliver whatever you desire during your stay.”
Wait, does that mean he’s on the menu? I look him up and down, I wouldn’t mind sampling that package, but how does this work? It’s different from the clubs that I’ve been to before, so I don’t quite know what I’m supposed to be doing.
“Your luggage has arrived and has been placed in your room. Would you like me to give you the tour?” He smiles and indicates to my front door.
“Sure,” I say, following him into my villa.
“You have a beachfront villa with a private pool,” he explains.
A private pool, hell yeah, as he walks me through the gorgeous room.
There is a four-poster bed in the middle of the room so that you can see the ocean from your bed.
There is a small kitchenette/bar area, a living room, a bathroom, and a walk-in robe.
But it’s the turquoise water of the ocean and the white of the sand that bleeds into azure water, meeting the horizon, that takes my breath away.
Palm trees are scattered all around enclosing the villa, making it feel private, yet you are still open. It’s stunning.
“When outside, there is a light that you can turn on and change colors to let people know if you are interested in guests joining you, or you are open to being watched, or do not disturb.” I take a mental note of that for future play, before walking back inside with him.
“Here is your tablet where you can order anything you would like, from food to toys to morning glory wake-up calls.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s a sexual wake-up call.”
“Sexual wake-up call? Like a BJ for breakfast or something like that.”
Ernesto smirks. “Exactly like that.”
“From you?” I raise my brow.
“Me or anyone in the tablet that suits you,” he explains.
“Is there a limit?”
Ernesto laughs. “No, there is not.”
“So, you’re telling me I could order two men for a morning glory wake-up call every single morning I’m staying here.”
“Yes. And they can be different people each time. You can also order happy ending massages or normal massages, too.
My eyes widen. Happy ending massages? I’ve literally died and gone to heaven.
“Also, don’t forget your bracelets are on the counter and you will need to put them on before ordering anything,” he adds.
Oh shit, of course. The first rule of Paradise Club is the bracelets, as I quickly grab them and slide them onto my wrist.
“So um, what is it that you do? Do you like, um …”
“I am at your service, Mr. Jones, in whatever capacity that you wish. I can order you some food, book in watersports, massage you or suck your cock, whatever you desire, I am here to provide it.”
I’m a little overwhelmed, but also feel weird just like coming out and saying fuck me, Ernesto.
“Why don’t you freshen up. Would you like me to order you some food and drinks?”
I swallow. “A beer would be nice.”
“Is that all?”
“For now.”
He nods. “I’ll be back in fifteen, then you can let me know what else you feel like having.”
I wait until he is gone to start freaking out.
This is insane. Utterly insane. I feel kind of wrong demanding him to fuck me, but it kind of is his job, but I also feel wrong asking for it, but he’s so hot.
Shower first, Derrick, then freak out over ordering sex from your sex butler.
The bathroom has a deep egg-shaped bath, which I can’t wait to sink into at some stage, but for now, I need to shower off the plane and get into holiday mode.
When I step out of the shower in only a towel, Ernesto is standing there with my beer.
He makes me jump, which makes us both laugh.
“Sorry, I forgot where I was for a moment.” Taking the beer from his tray, I take a large, nervous gulp.