12. Dylan
Dylan
Chapter twelve
Noah tugs me through the throng of party-goers and passengers crowding the top deck. We are halfway through our cruise, so there are several parties in full swing. A wicked idea pops into my mind and I squeeze Noah's hand.
Noah spins around with an arched eyebrow. "What's going on?" he yells over the crowd.
I pull him flush against me and rumble into his ear. "We are on a kinky cruise, you know. How do you feel about the exhibitionist area?"
A slow smile spreads across his face. "Fuck. That sounds hot. As long as I don't have to share."
"No. Fucking. Sharing," I growl. "You're mine, boy."
He grins harder. "Alright then, Daddy. Let's go."
The exhibitionist area is where people party and in compromising positions is deliberate—hence, the name. I've never really been the type to want to be watched, but last year when Noah got me all riled up, I told myself he was off limits. However, I needed to find something to take the edge off. And when Cal said I could go to his kink club near Olivia Cove, I wanted to hook up somewhere safe.
We lucked out, and tonight's party theme is simple. Lingerie. We quickly pay for a locker at reception, hand over the stuff in our pockets—including our phones—and strip out of our clothes. I immediately realize my mistake when I see Noah in a sky-blue jockstrap that matches his hair.
I growl like a damn caveman. Noah smirks. "You look good, Daddy. Ready?" He reaches for my hand again, pumping it into the air as we walk onto the dance floor. Noah is practically shimmying his fine ass in front of me. The heavy dance music pumps through the speakers.
We weave between grinding couples and even see several people fooling around right there in the open, but for the most part, people are dancing, stroking, and pawing at each other. I'm secretly glad because I don't know if I could handle Noah checking out all these sexy younger men in front of me. I've always been confident in my looks, but as I glance at Noah, I briefly wonder if my age will bother him.
When he spins around and gives me an appreciative once-over, I realize my thoughts are really fucking stupid. I pull him to me and start making out with him as we dance. At one point, a couple gets really close to us, casually bumping into Noah and grazing a hand against me. When the blond twink pulls away from his burly Daddy, he reaches for Noah. I politely pluck his hand off my boy and shake my head.
To my shock, the blond twink drops to his knees and pulls his Daddy's thick cock out of his leather pants and begins to suck him right in front of us. Both of them stare at us as they continue to do their thing, and I'm briefly brought back to that night in the Throne Room exactly one a year ago.
I spin Noah around so his ass is grinding against my erection. I splay my hand across Noah's stomach possessively, spreading my fingers wide. Pulling him flush against my body as we continue to dance, I trace both of my hands up to Noah's nipples and tweak them. His rumbling groan is faint, but I feel the vibration in his chest.
"It was you that night," I say in his ear, loud enough for him to hear me. "It was always you."
"What?" He tries to turn around, but I hold him captive, turning his face back to the couple in front of us.
"That night, in the Throne Room. I needed to get off because of you. I imagined I was right there with you, and when I opened my eyes to find you there in of front me, fuck, it might as well have been you. Gorgeous and sexy. I wanted you so bad, boy. I pretended it was you as you watched."
He shivers, grinding harder against me. I freeze when the stiff length of my cock grinds against something hard. I can feel something between Noah's cheeks.
When I realize what it is, I swear I almost come right then.
We shove our way into the cabin, frantically groping each other as we kiss.
"Please, Daddy. I need you so badly," Noah pants as we toss our stuff onto the floor next to the bed. We'll pick it up later. After riling each other up on the dance floor, we were both too turned on to do anything other than grab our stuff. We didn't even bother putting our clothes back on, not that we were out of place on this ship walking around half naked.
I run my hands over his body greedily, focusing back on his chest and nipples, loving the way it drives him crazy. I think edging my boy is my new favorite hobby.
"Yes, Dylan. Do that again."
"Daddy," I correct. Although, if I'm being completely honest, I love it when he alternates between Daddy and my name. Since it seems to really turn him on, I scoop him up and toss him on the bed like last time. And just like before, he giggles as he bounces.
I smile down at him. I don't think I've ever laughed or smiled so much while being turned on, but Noah is special. He makes me feel all kinds of things I've never felt before.
He pats the bed next to him, but I opt for climbing right on top. "Mmm," I murmur. "My favorite place to be." I pepper kisses on his lips and cheeks, working my way down.
Noah whimpers. "Oh god, please tell me we are going to get past the blow job phase. I can't say no to your mouth, Daddy, but I really want to feel you inside of me."
I smile at those words. "Is that so?" I tease.
He whimpers again. "Please, Daddy. I prepped for you."
I suck in a lungful of air. "Fuck, I knew I felt something. Are you wearing a plug for me, darlin'?"
Noah nods frantically as I suck a hickey on his neck. He holds my head in place as I do it, and this giddy feeling overcomes me as I mark my boy. I haven't given anyone a hickey since I was in high school.
Between us, he's fumbling with my boxer briefs, so I climb off of him. "Strip," I command, as I pull my underwear off. Noah scrambles out of his jockstrap, and I'm back to appreciating the way my boy looks completely naked.
"Damn, Noah, you are a fucking work of art. So damn beautiful, baby."
"Enough teasing me, Daddy. Get back over here."
I chuckle. "And I thought you wanted more dirty talk."
"I do. I just want you to do it while you touch me."
Climbing back on top of him, I pull him to me and kiss him passionately. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and our hard cocks grind together. I'm starting to lose control again, something that has never happened to me with anyone other than Noah. I need to be inside of him. Now.
Our eyes meet and our gazes hold. I'm transfixed by the depth of his ocean blue eyes. "Dylan," he gasps. This time I don't correct him. He says my name just as desperately as he says Daddy.
"I need you, baby," I whisper.
"I always need you," he confesses.
He pulls away and lifts my arm so he can lean toward the nightstand. He pulls out a bottle of lube from his drawer. "I should be okay since the plug has lube on it, but just in case."
"I'm big, darlin'. I'd rather you be extra slick."
He groans. "I love the stretch, but I also love how messy and fun it is to play with lube. You do what you want with me, Daddy," Noah says cheekily.
Laughter bubbles out of me. My previous male partners hated how messy lube was, but—not surprisingly—Noah is the opposite. Another thing I love about him.
He reaches down and pulls on the plug, slowly pulling on the base, teasing me until it comes out with a pop. I watch as his pink hole closes, and it's the most erotic, beautifully filthy thing I've seen. I drizzle some lube onto my cock and stroke myself. "Ready, darlin'?"
"Please."
It's all I need to hear before I'm working myself inside of him. Noah's so beautiful like this, eyes dark with lust, face alight with something that looks like awe. Fuck. Maybe I'm projecting, but as I push inside of him, I feel nothing but pleasure and awe too. How have I gone so long without experiencing this feeling? I've only just started, but sex with Noah is unlike anything I've ever felt.
Emotionally raw, I cup his face and lean down to kiss him. He moans against my lips, and I shove my tongue into his mouth as I push in the rest of the way.
"Yes, yes, yes," he chants.
"Oh fuck, boy," I gasp. "You're incredibly tight."
I want to lie here for a moment and let him adjust, but he starts moving under me and my control completely snaps. I meet him thrust for thrust and pound into him. Sliding my hand up Noah's body, I pause, wrapping my fingers around his neck. His pulse point is fluttering. I don't squeeze, but the light touch still causes him to moan and squeeze at my cock.
"Noah. Noah." I'm groaning and begging. I'm pretty sure I'm saying something as he takes my world apart one thrust at a time. My cock grows so hard I feel like it might break. "Oh fuck. Your tight little hole feels so damn good. I-I— can't last, baby."
My whole body is shaking from pleasure, and I struggle to hold myself above him.
"Oh, god, yes, Daddy," he moans. "Don't stop. That's my the spot. Keep hitting that spot. Don't stop." He squeezes around me, and I pump faster, rubbing that spot that's making him wild with lust.
We are both frantic now, the squelching of the lube and sweat sounds deliciously wet and filthy between us.
"I'm so close, keep going. Faster. Please, Daddy."
"Fuck, boy. You're going to be the death of me."
He tightens so hard below me I can barely thrust forward. I groan, my body starting to betray me as I accidentally drop lower. It must have been meant to be because the friction of Noah's hard cock trapped between our bodies pushes him over the edge. The horny young thing spurts thick white ropes of cum all over his chest. A strand even shoots onto my chest above him.
The tight grip of his greedy hole causes me to shudder and completely come apart.
My orgasm catches me by surprise, my balls clench, and I tumble over the edge. My cock spurts, and I come so hard that for the first time in my thirty-four years of life, I fly high.
Noah's arms wrap around me, and I close my eyes. Somewhere off in the distance, Noah murmurs. "Such a good Daddy." The words were ridiculous, fun, and yet somehow perfect.
After some recovery time, I slowly come back to myself. "I'm so sorry, darlin'. I didn't mean to fall asleep on top of you," I murmur, sliding off of him.
I think he misunderstands me because I hear him sigh.
"Don't go. I'm tired of always feeling alone," he whispers. "Stay. Sleep here tonight."
"I'm not going anywhere," I say out loud. Silently, though, I make a promise to myself that I'll never let Noah feel lonely again, if he'll let me.
Pulling him against me, I wrap my arm around his waist. It almost feels like we are a couple—a real couple.
Ten days in paradise isn't nearly enough. I want more. Need more. Does he feel the same way?
"Sleep, my darlin' boy."
His adorable snores come quickly, and I follow him easily into sleep with plans for the future in my dreams.