14. Dylan

Dylan

Chapter fourteen

When I make it back onto the Lido deck, my gaze immediately finds Kingston and Alec sitting at the bar with Nate and Cal.

"Hey guys." I walk over to them with a little extra pep in my step.

Alec smirks. "Someone's late." I glance over at the younger man. He looks like a freaking supermodel. When I first met Alec and Juniper, I kind of thought Juniper was the Daddy with his big, burly body and full beard. But color me shocked and properly chastised for stereotyping. Alec might not use the title ‘Daddy' but he's definitely the dominant one of the two.

"Well, I think Dylan must have had the right idea," Kingston laughs. "Look at that damn smile on his lips. Clearly he was with his boy and not you lot."

Cal kicks him in the shin.

"Ow! Bastard."

"You love us," Cal says.

"Yeah, but I'd rather be with Jamie right now," Kingston grumbles.

Nathan laughs, sipping from his glass of whiskey, and looking sophisticated in his navy button up, and tan slacks. Meanwhile, the rest of us look like obvious tourists sporting bright, outlandish Hawaiian shirts. Nathan is some kind of celebrity or something I've never heard of, but apparently he's the CEO of some big surfboard company back in Olivia Cove.

Over the last several days, I've grown close with these men and they easily accepted me into their circle. As obvious as it is that Noah is the highlight of my vacation, I'm also excited to have friends when I settle in Olivia Cove.

Speaking of. I pull out my phone send off a text to Remy. It's been a while since I've updated him on my growing feelings for Noah.

"I'll be back," I say to the group. "I'm going to grab a plate of food. I'm starving." I walk over to the buffet and grab an empty plate.

Unsirprisingly, Max saunters up to me. He doesn't say anything at first, and I just pretend he isn't there. He starts whistling some joyful tune that grates on my nerves.

I turn his way. "Max."

"Oh ho. So you do remember my name," he chuckles low. "Maybe Noah keeps reminding you what I am to him."

I turn around, gripping my plate. "What's your deal, man? Noah is over you. There's literally thousands of other people here." I spin back around and shuffle forward in line. I'm pissed for engaging with the loser. But apparently I couldn't keep my damn mouth shut.

"Did Noah tell you we've broken up five times?" He smiles at me. "It's our thing. We play this little cat and mouse game he insists on doing. He flirts with someone, maybe hooks up, I hook up with someone else. Then he comes crawling back."

I grit my teeth. Noah has told me about the numerous times they broke up and the times he thought Max changed, or was manipulated into thinking he was in the wrong. I don't believe a word this asshole says.

"Noah's told me everything," I say cooly. "My boy and I don't keep secrets."

"And yet I never once heard about you."

"Doesn't matter. I lived in a different city, but I just moved back to Olivia Cove to be closer to my brother, Jules."

Something flickers in his eyes when I say Jules name. "You're Jules' brother?"

Ah, so maybe I Noah had mentioned me. I smile, and don't bother to answer him. He heard what I said. Feeling a little possessive, I slide my hand into my pocket and graze the black silky lace. My lips twitch again.

Max leans in. "Noah always comes back to me. It's like foreplay between us. We'll see how long Noah puts up with someone older like you."

I scoff. Despite, my few stray worries about my age, deep down I know I'm not old, and my age isn't a factor between us. I look over my shoulder, but Max is gone. I turn and see him leaving the Lido deck.

Uneasiness churns in my stomach. What the fuck is he up to?

Abandoning my plate, I rush over to the other side of the deck. Thanks to Noah always studying the cruise ship map on his phone he found the fastest routes to cabin. I get the feeling that Max is headed up toward Noah. What better timing than when I'm at the Daddies Only event.

Going this way might seem longer, but in reality I can shave ten minutes of walking thanks to the crowds of passengers blocking the way. Noah should be back in his cabin reading. Once Elle texted me back and said it was okay to let Noah read the book, Noah was hyperfoucused on reading.

I take the elevator up to our floor, and I sprint to our cabin. Noah had asked for an extra key to the cabin the other day. Since then, I've mostly been staying with Noah and falling asleep every night with him in my arms. I slam my wrist against the keypad, and storm in as soon as the light turns green, indicating the door is unlocked.

Noah blue eyes widen, and sits up abruptly, knocking the book he was reading to the floor. "Dylan? Is everything okay?" He stands up, and I note that he's in nothing but the royal blue thong he was wearing when I left.

Before he can step forward, I rush forward grab him by the hips and spin him around so his back presses against my front. Noah gasps. The other night he told me a fantasy he has about being taken unexpectedly. Now the idea is hot, don't get me wrong, but it would take a lot of planning and prepping because I'd rather die than hurt him.

"What's going on–"

"Quiet, boy." I command, knowing he'll use his safewords if he needed. "Stay still." My voice is harsh than usual, but by the intake in breath and almost silent whimper, I can tell he likes it. There's something so hot about knowing my voice alone can make my boy hard.

I pull thong halfway down his thighs until gravity does its thing and lets them fall to the floor. "Step out of them."

He listens to my demand then holds completely still, other than his slight tremble of excitement.

"Good boy," I growl into ear and pull him flush against me, I spin us so he can brace his hands against the door if needed. I begin to work my magic and tease him, knowing exaclty which spots get him riled up the most. I toy with both of his nipples and let my hands touch him everywhere but his cock and balls. I peer around him and can see his cock is pointing straight forward. I kiss his neck, and he whimpers as falls forward. Just as predicted he uses the door to brace himself as he pants heavily.

A knock pounds against the door and I smile. My boy freezes.

"Noah?" Max calls out.

I press another kiss onto Noah's neck then start nibbling on his ear.

"Noah, I know you're in there. I can see your shadow just under the door.

"Go on, darlin'," I whisper into his ear. "Answer him. He doesn't need to know how hard you are."

"What do you wa-want?" Noah asks in a shaky voice.

"We need to talk. You owe me." There he goes again, saying Noah fucking owes him.

Noah looks over his shoulder at me. He's still completely naked, hard as nails, and has one hand branced against the door.

"I don't see why he can't talk. Just don't open this door, boy. Let him say whatever the fuck he wants to say."

Noah's smile turns wicked. "Fuck," he whispers back. "You are so hot, Daddy."

My hands trace back up his stomach and I start pulling on his nipples. "What's your color?"

"Green. Bright neon green."

"Noah?" Max calls out again.

"Fine, Max. But say it through the door. I'm not letting you in."

Fishing around in my pocket I pull out a small package of lube. Both Noah and I have been carrying them with us at all times, just in case. My boy says he likes it messy, who am I to deny him.

Max is quiet for a moment before he finally speaks. "I want to talk about us. I miss you, boy."

I bristle at the term. Only I get to call Noah, boy. I kick Noah's feet apart and quietly moans. I rip the lube package open and pour some onto his crack.

Noah's breaths pick up speed and he arches his back in anticipation. I take my hand and smear the lube between his crack, over his hole, down his taint and over to his balls. I pull out my throbbing cock and lube it up too. I don't bother taking my shorts off, I just pull my cock through the slit and get it slick.

"Oh fuck," Noah murmurs, as Max drones on. I don't think either of us have heard a word he's said.

"Close your legs, Darlin'"

He does. I slide my slick cock between his thighs. The head of my cock bumps against his hole before sliding lower and rubbing against his taint and balls. This time Noah moans out loud.

"Noah?" Max asks. "Are you okay?"

I start to work my way between his legs, loving the fact that Noah and I are the right height for thigh sex. All my previous partners weren't tall enough to do this while standing up.

"Is that all, Max?" Noah's voice is shaky as I start to thrust hard against him. I trail kisses back over Noah's neck and ear. One of my hands is splayed on his stomach for leverage, while the other switches between tweaking each nipple. His thighs are hot and tight, with just the right amount of friction.

I'm already breathing hard and now it won't take me long to come. I pull Noah's black panties out my pocket and drizzle some lube onto the silk. I reach around him and wrap the cloth around this hard cock and stroke him as I fuck his thighs.

"Noah are you crying? Open up baby. It's going to be okay."

The door knob jiggles and I roll my eyes, pumping faster against my boy, my cock consistantly rubbing against his taint and balls.

"Oh fuck, Daddy. I'm going to come."

"Me too, darlin'. Me too," I growl.

I vaguely hear Max curse as he realizes what's going on.

"Stroke yourself, boy. Make yourself come."

I let go of the black cloth and it falls to the ground. I grasp both of Noah's hips and fuck against him hard.

He pants. "I-I don't need to. I'm coming. Oh fuck."

I feel Noah twitch and tighten, coming apart against me. His orgasm triggers my own, and we are both spilling onto the floor.

After we clean up our mess and shower I pull our sliding door completely open. Max is long gone, and I have a feeling he won't be bothering us anymore.

I hold my hand and wiggle my fingers. "Let's dance."

Noah's lips part with shock and I step out onto our balcony.

"Wait, what?" he asks.

"Come here." I say, lips twitching. I didn't use Dom voice, not quite, but shit he follows my request with a gorgeous grin on his face.

As soon as my hand slips into his, Noah curls his fingers into a tight grip and tugs me to him.

I'm shocked but love that he keeps me on my toes.

"What are we doing?" he asks. "No one's here to see or hear us." And by no one, he means Max.

I pull him tighter to me. My lips ghost against the shell of his ear, causing him to shutter. "That's right, Noah. This is just for us."

A wide grin spreads across his face, and I press a light kiss on his neck.

"Fuck me," Noah sighs happily. "This Daddy sure does know how to be romantic.