11. Noah

Noah

Chapter eleven

I wake up slowly to something warm pressed against my back. A strong arm is wrapped around me and I smile. Cracking my eyes open, I peer around my room. The sliding door is open, and the faint sound of waves crashing trickle into the cabin. From here, the sunlight sparkling on the ocean water is visible.

Dylan's arm tightens around me. "You're awake," he whispers into my ear.

"Mmm." I chuckle, clutching his muscular arm against me. "I don't know how. The last thing I remember is getting my soul sucked out through my cock."

Dylan laughs, and I turn around so we are face to face. His golden blond curls are a mess, and for the first time I can see stubble on his sharp jaw. The insane urge to rub my cheek against him like a cat is strong. Instead, I settle for running my fingertips along his jawline.

"This 5 o'Clock Shadow looks good on you, Daddy."

He rubs his jaw. "You want me to keep it for you? I'm usually pretty clean shaven, but if you like it, I'll make sure to keep it," he rumbles. That strange sense of déjà vu hits me. Why does his voice sound so damn familiar? Then his words hit me.

My heart flutters in my chest, and I feel my cheeks heat. I'm smiling, but I can't hold eye contact. I drop my gaze, suddenly feeling vulnerable and happy. A terrifying mix.

I press a light kiss to his lips. "Keep it." Sitting up, I check the clock by the nightstand. My eyes nearly bug out. "Holy shit, is it really almost five? Did I really force you to sleep the day away?"

"You didn't force anything, darlin'. I wanted to be here with you. I think we both needed the rest."

My stomach chooses that moment to growl. "And now I think I need food."

Dylan slides out of bed and walks toward the front door. For a moment I think he's about to leave, but he reaches for two small paper bags that are on the tiny table near my door. "I picked this up for you earlier."

He peers into one bag and hands me the other. As soon as I open it, I catch the scent of apples and cinnamon. "Oh my goodness." I take a bite of the strudel and moan.

Dylan might be laughing, but I can see my poor Daddy has a hunger of his own that needs to be taken care of. I moan again.

"Stop that, you little minx." He readjusts himself. "We don't have time to get all hot and bothered."

I sit up straighter, intrigued. "Oh? Do we have plans?"

"I made surprise reservations for us at seven."

The clock just hit five. "Are the reservations here on the ship or on the island?" We'll be docked at East Tavia for another day. And if we had to find a place on the island, that could take time. But if it was here on the ship…

"It's a reservation for one of the restaurants on board."

"Perfect. Most of the partygoers will be on the island until the big party starts tonight. In other words, it won't be half as crowded when we walk on deck." A wicked smile crosses my lips. "We have time," I purr as I stand and make my way to Dylan's side. As soon as the sheet falls from my hips, Dylan swallows hard.

"Poor Daddy. Did he forget I was naked under all this bedding?" I run a finger down the front of his shirt until I reach the bottom. I lift the material and run my hands under his shirt so that I'm touching the bare skin of his lower abs.

His muscles ripple under my touch, and he lets out a deep sigh.

Ever since seeing Dylan on the ship, he's been nothing but kind, protective, and caring. The perfect Daddy. He's been showering me with praise and even little gifts, like the apple strudel, or making this reservation.

I kiss him tenderly on the lips, but don't linger. I let my kisses travel down his jaw, to his left ear, and down his neck. Slowly, I lower to my knees and lift his shirt so I can lick a trail across his stomach and back up to the hair on his chest.

He sucks in air through his nostrils and his fingers flex at his sides, as if he's barely hanging onto any sense of control. I tug his shirt up, and he helps me by yanking it over his head. I unsnap the button on his pants and lower them to the floor. He steps out of them. I chuckle when I see the black socks on his feet. I'm too eager to help him out of those.

"Boy," he says with a smile. "What's got you giggling down there? A man's feelings might get hurt."

I laugh. "Oh, Daddy," I reply as I wrap my fingers around his thick girth. "You know you don't have anything to worry about. This cock is absolutely gorgeous."

"Noah."

His cock grows thick as I stroke in and lean forward to lick the head. "So big, too." Leaning back on my heels, I look up and admire Dylan's body. He's so damn powerful-looking, towering over me with that intense look in his eyes.

"Fuck, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful boy on his knees for me?"

"You didn't wake me earlier to return the favor," I pout, batting my lashes.

His breaths are coming out faster and the sight of him losing it is a heady feeling. My cock is as hard as his is. And I can tell he's loving the sight.

He leans a hand on the wall. "Damn, baby. I did that because I wanted to. There's no need to return any favors."

My tongue traces his length again.

"I wanted to take care of you, show you how attractive you are. Distract you from that asshole ex of yours," he pants, closing his eyes as I use my other hand to play with his balls.

What ex? Who?

Precum leaks from the tip of his cock and I lick it up, letting the salty taste coat my tongue.

"Oh, Daddy, you took very good care of me. But now it's time for you to let me take charge, because I've been wanting to swallow this cock since last year."

He groans again, and I chuckle silently. I've actually wanted to blow Dylan since I was a teen, but I don't think he'd like that image in his mind. Instead, I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth.

He surges forward, pushing further into my mouth. There we go. Good Daddy. With my right hand I stroke the length of his cock, while my left hand continues to work his balls. His free hand tangles into my wavy hair and he grips the back of my head.

I moan and look up at him, encouraging him to take what he wants. I spread my legs, and from this angle, I'm pretty sure he can see my erect cock. What must I look like, completely naked and hard, on my knees and giving him big pleading eyes?

It must do the trick because Dylan completely loses it. "Fuck, boy." He pushes me down harder on his cock and it causes me to gag, just like I like. I make sure to add extra slurping sounds, and it isn't long before his cock is growing impossibly bigger as the head flares from his impending orgasm.

My eyes widen, I almost can't take him like this, and its hot as fuck.

What would it feel like to have him inside of me? His thick cock pounding into me until he's coming.

Unable to take it, I grip my hard cock and groan. I'm sensitive to the touch. Dylan has me so worked up, or hell maybe I worked myself up trying to give Dylan the best blow job. But that familiar tingling sensation pulls my balls up tight, and pleasure overwhelms me. I moan as I start to orgasm.

Dylan yanks his cock out of my mouth and paints my face with his cum. We come at the same time, like in all those fucking romance novels I read. His eyes are piercing, dark and intense, as he watches the two of us coming together.

I lick my lips and pant for breath. Before I can register what's happening, Dylan yanks me up onto my feet and kisses me thoroughly. We make out for minutes, maybe even hours. I don't really know, but I'm flying high. I've never made out with someone after we both got off.

Kissing was always foreplay, but this feels like something more. It feels like a thank you. It feels like desperation to stay in the moment and to never let it stop. And fuck, how I want to stay with Dylan in this moment forever.

We walk through that signature stunning archway that's decorated in white roses, and I immediately squeal with excitement. Fucking squeal. "Oh my gosh! Daddy! Are we eating at the White Bar?"

He chuckles at my enthusiasm. "And here I thought it was obvious when we were walking toward the restaurant."

"Sure, it would have been if I didn't know that this place tends to book out a year in advance."

Dylan grins my way. "I know your birthday isn't for another two weeks, but I wanted to treat you while we were on vacation," he explains. "And since you mentioned wanting to eat at the White Bar—"

I squeal again, interrupting him. "Oh my gosh! You remembered my birthday? And the reservation, but how?"

Before he can answer, I throw myself at him and pull him into a filthy kiss. Jules is the only one who has ever remembered my birthday, not even my busy brothers, and definitely not my past boyfriends. A memory trickles through my lust haze. Okay, that's a lie. Dylan remembered my eighteenth birthday and bought me a really expensive black felt fedora from Urban Outfitters. It was ironically in an issue of Dee Rama Magazine and I kept telling Jules that I had to have it.

Jules was just as shocked as I was when Dylan gifted it to me.

The memory has me all kinds of emotional, so I pull away from the kiss and wrap my arms around Dylan. Burying my face in the crook of his neck.

A throat clears and we pull apart slowly. The hostess shows us to our table. The restaurant is cozy with a stunning view of the ocean below. Tables with snowy-white silk tablecloths are scattered around the floor. There's a romantic feel to the place with the low lighting.

A giddy excitement fills me as I look over the menu. "I'm going to get the macadamia nut crusted Mahi-Mahi."

"That sounds delicious. You'll have to give me a bite."

"Of course! It comes with coconut jasmine rice, broccolini, and a soy-ginger glaze. God, I'm starving."

Dylan chuckles. "I'm going to get the filet mignon with their signature garlic cauliflower mash. Wanna split the martini-style ceviche?"

We order our food and fall into easy conversation until our food arrives. Things have never been this easy on a date before. Wait, is that what this is? A date? Because I've known a lot of friends who have a Daddy/boy relationship that doesn't cross over into romance. But Dylan remembering my favorite pastries and booking reservations for my birthday seems like a lot more than a simple scene.

As if picking up on our first date vibes, Dylan leans forward. "So tell me about yourself."

I roll my eyes. "You know me."

"Oh, come on, Noah. Tell me something I don't know."

Giving me time to think, I cut off a slice of my Mahi-Mahi to savor. "Hmm. I told you I've traveled here in the Caribbean before, but Tavia is special to me. Special to my family."

Dylan gives me a small smile and nods as he continues eating.

"Last year when I had to leave Jules suddenly, it was to be there for my brothers. Zayden and Olly were dealing with an unhinged stalker. Leaving them creepy gifts, finding ways into their private area and leaving them letters. Zayden seems fine, but Olly? He didn't handle it well." I let out a deep breath.

Dylan's mouth parts. His eyes are wide and he looks startled. "Is Olly okay?"

I shake my head. "Yes, and no. The stalker was finally caught and arrested. But he has PTSD. I'm not sure Olly has told me everything, but there was an incident last year. And he's only recently been able to go back up on stage. It's why their tours are shorter and not in as many places."

"I'm so sorry for ever snapping at you about it. This is what you weren't allowed to tell me last year. Right?"

I nod. "Technically, I still shouldn't be talking about it now. But I trust you. I want you to know."

"God, how were you and your brothers able to handle it?"

"Well, it helps that we didn't have the media down our throats. It's a miracle it didn't get out. Especially with everything Olly went through. But a big part of our healing is thanks to this island." I smile at the memories. "It's also why it meant a lot to me when you were willing to spend the day riding around the North side of the island with me."

Dylan reaches over for my hand. We lace our fingers together, and he brings my hand up to his lips and kisses my knuckles. Fuck. What are we doing? This is definitely more. Over the past several days, I've been feeling all kinds of feelings. Feelings that weren't part of our temporary deal, and feelings that make me want to ask him to give us a chance after the cruise.

We talk about some of my happier memories as we finish dinner. I'm contemplating on dessert when I realize I've dominated most of our talk. "Tell me something I don't know about you," I say.

His lips twitch. "I'm curious, boy. What do you know about me?"

"Hmm." I tap my chin playfully. "Let's see. You're very handsome, sexy, in fact. You're a lot stronger than you appear, and oh so dominant. And your cock, god, your cock. It's–"

"Okay, brat." He chuckles.

I sip my water and smile behind my glass. "Okay, but seriously. You're not only physically strong, but you're emotionally strong as well. You've been such a rock for your mom and your brother. And growing up, you were my rock, too." I swallow hard.

This is a deeper confession that I originally planned, but the look on Dylan's face gives me the courage to continue. "You're a great listener, and have always been positive. You encourage those around you to try harder, but more than that, you make me want to be a better person."

"Noah." But that's all he says.

"Over an extremely short amount of time, I've learned what it's like to have a Daddy who cares. A Daddy who makes me feel seen. And most importantly, you make me feel safe, Dylan. I've never felt like that with someone before. I feel like I can trust you with anything, and even when we go our separate ways, I know I can always trust you."

"If Noah. If," he says in a rough voice. "If we go our separate ways."

My eyes widen. Surely, he doesn't mean it like that, right? It's way too soon to hint at anything I'm hoping for. Feeling vulnerable, I want to flee from this table. I want to run and hide and wake up from this wonderful dream, because there's no way Dylan is saying what I think he's saying.

I clear my throat and take a deep breath. Sliding my foot up his calf, I decide to change the subject rather than run. "Okay, Daddy. I told you my thoughts. When do I get a juicy tidbit from you? Tell me something I don't know."

"Okay," he replies in a slow tone. I'm pretty sure he knows exactly what I'm doing, but he lets me off the hook. "When we were at the seafood restaurant the other day, you placed your phone on the counter while we were waiting to pay. I noticed you had just downloaded an Eliott Monroe audiobook."

My heart pounds as I realize what he's saying. Holy shit. Holy shit.

"That's my audiobook. I narrated it."

"SHUT THE FRONT DOOR. You're Guy Emerge!" I pump my hand into the air. "I freaking knew it! Your voice. Fuuuck. You have the world's sexiest voice known to mankind."

Dylan chuckles, peering around us.

"Oh my. Do you know what this means?" I ask eagerly.

"What, darlin'? What does it mean?"

"I expect more dirty talk when we're having sex."

He barks out a laugh.

"I'm serious." I lean forward and whisper. "You don't understand how many times I've gotten off while listening to your books."

Dylan's eyes darken, golden curls falling into his face. "That can be arranged, boy." His tone is deep and husky. All the other people around us fade away as we stare at each other.

Screw dessert. My hand flies into the air. "Check!"