Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Zeke
Seeing Charles’s face when we arrived at the airport and checked in for our flight to Hawaii was priceless.
He’s been like a kid with excitement, constantly looking out the window and checking the onboard flight tracker to see how far we have left.
Six hours later, we arrive in Kauai and take a car to the resort.
He can’t stop talking, and I love the way his head doesn’t stop swiveling as he tries to take everything in.
Charlie is from a rich family; he traveled a lot when he was younger, but this is the first proper trip he’s taken since senior year of high school, and it’s our first real trip as a couple.
Getting the time off to do this together was a luxury, so I called his dads to find somewhere he’d never been before that was both romantic but close enough for a week away.
He’s been to Oahu but never Kauai.
“There’s so much we can do,” I tell him. “Hiking, waterfalls, the beach. And Kauai is supposed to be a lot less busy than the bigger islands, so mostly, we can just spend time together.”
That’s the real reason we’re here. I was warned the weather could get unpredictable, but if that’s the case, we’ll spend the week locked up indoors, and that isn’t something I’m going to complain about.
Once we’ve checked in, we spend the day exploring the resort before having dinner in a romantic restaurant overlooking the water.
“You did good,” Charles says as we walk hand in hand back to our room.
I’ve reached that level of relaxed you get when you’re in a beautiful location, completely detached from the busy life you left behind.
It’s still waiting for us, but for right now, none of that stuff can reach me.
He tilts his head back, eyes closed, breathing in the sea air deeply.
And I watch him, mesmerized by every movement. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is a windblown mess, and the more I look at him, the more I warm from the inside out.
He’s perfect.
We get back to our room, and I close the door softly before I approach where he’s standing.
“I love you.”
His smile springs to life across his face. “I love you too.”
I pull him to me, kissing along the side of his face as I unbutton his shirt. What started with tension relief in the dark has exploded into the best part of my life. I wish I’d known how special he was to me when we first met, but I got there in the end, and that’s the important thing.
Charlie rubs his face against mine, humming softly under my touch.
“Take off my shirt.”
He pushes it up over my head, then brings his mouth to mine.
We kiss slowly, deeply, as I undo his pants and push them down, and mine follow right behind.
Skin to skin is how I love us most. Being with Charlie has always felt like the most intense thing ever, and that feeling has never ebbed.
His chest to mine. His legs slotting between my own.
I back him up toward the bed and lay him down softly.
“Stay right there,” I rasp as I separate from him and go in search of the lube in my bag. My dick is rock hard as I walk, and I can’t wait to get inside him. I can never wait to hear the sounds he makes as I fuck him deep.
And no matter how many times I see him naked, when I turn back for the bed, my breath catches.
“Shit, Charlie.”
His reddish hair is dark against the white bedspread, pale skin lightly pink from being in the sun all day, but my eyes follow all that down to where his legs are spread, knees splayed to the side and needy red cock waiting for me.
I groan and wrap a fist around my base, not wanting to touch myself but running out of options. It’s wild how easily he turns me on; I’m just so damn attracted to him, and it grows every day.
“Look at that pretty cock,” I say, moving closer and giving myself a few light pumps. “Play with your balls.”
His long, slim fingers cup himself in a way that makes my dick throb. I need him so badly.
The lube snaps open, and I coat my fingers, moving closer to prep his hole. Charlie’s so eager for it that he tilts his hips higher for me, and I sink the first finger in to the knuckle.
His little sigh is music to my ears. Knowing how much he loves to be filled, how desperate he gets once I start to play with his ass, always goes to my head.
Instead of prep being something to get over with, his response encourages me to take my time.
To fill him slowly. To tease his greedy little hole with every finger I give him.
I lean down to kiss my way along his shaft as I stretch him. He’s already trembling under me, breathing deep and getting to that gorgeous checked-out place where nothing else exists for him.
He’s hard and needy and ready to be stretched around my cock.
I lick a strip along his length and run my tongue over his leaking tip. “What do you need?”
“I need to feel you inside me. Please, Zeke.”
“I got you.” I pour out more lube and coat my dick with it, and then I move so I’m positioned between his legs.
He spreads his legs wider, and I tease his hole by running the tip of my cock over it.
Then I sink inside. As much as I’d like to spend time teasing him, he owns me, and the thought of wasting that time when I could be filling him is torture for me, let alone him.
I bottom out, and my head drops back, knowing I’m in the greatest place in the world.
“Kiss me,” he says breathlessly.
The way he needs me unlocks a fire in my gut. I swoop down to give him what he needs, mouth covering his and drawing him into a long kiss. Our tongues twist together as I fuck him slowly, jaw aching at how deeply I want to taste him.
Charles’s legs lock around my waist, hands skimming my back as my free one dives into his hair, the curls twisting around my fingers.
Fuck, he’s beautiful. Fuck, the little sounds he makes in his throat turn me on.
Our teeth clack as our kiss turns raw. Hungry.
His legs around me encourage me to pick up the pace, and my cock feels so full and needy there’s no point fighting him.
The way his ass hugs my length, the gentle squeeze, the soft warmth, every time we have sex, it’s like I remember all over again how good we are together.
My thrusts get harder, and Charlie releases my back to grip the bedsheets, holding on for dear life.
I spare a quick thought for whoever is in the room next to ours as the bed bounces off the wall, but the concern isn’t enough to stop.
Not when Charlie moans. Not when he begs for more.
Not when he reaches between us and jerks himself off until he comes.
Looking down at his blissed-out face, at the subtle blush staining his cheeks, combined with the way his hole tightens around my cock. Fuck me. It’s too much.
“Shit, Charlie.” My hands close over his hips, and I pound my way to the edge. Chasing that high. So fucking close it’s almost unbearable.
My orgasm finally hits, and it’s ecstasy. I milk every last drop of cum into him, drawing it out for as long as possible before I slump over his cum-soaked body.
He holds me close, fingers playing with my hair as his heart drums madly under my ear.
We’re both sweaty and messy, and I don’t even care.
Even as I go soft, I try to stay inside for as long as he needs me to because Charles has a thing about his ass being filled, and I have a thing about being the one to fill it.
“Best vacation ever,” he whispers.
“And this is only day one.”