7. Chapter 7

Ollie

This was the very best day ever. Adam got us the cabana, and we spent the morning just hanging out by the pool. At one point, his sister, Harper, and her wife, Bree, stopped by and hung out, and I liked them so much. They thought it was especially funny when I told them when I first saw Adam I thought he was with one of them. The three of them joking around and teasing each other was fun and was exactly what I'd always imagined it would be if I'd had any siblings. They didn't stay long because they'd both signed up for a massage and spa treatment, but for the time they were there, I could tell they were excited that Adam had found someone to spend the week with.

We'd been sharing one of the chaise lounges while Harper and Bree sat on the other, but when they left, I didn't bother to get up. Instead, I just turned around and leaned against him so that I was reclining against his chest while he laid back against the chair. "Daddy, is it okay if I see if Carey wants to come join us?"

"Absolutely," he said. "I think that's a great idea."

I sent him a message, and he said he would be right up.

"He's going to come right up. Maybe he'll want to go get lunch with us."

"You know if you need to spend time with your friend, I understand. I'm enjoying your company, but I don't want you to miss out on anything you two might want to do."

"No, we talked about this beforehand. Neither one of us is expecting the other one to be around a lot. I mean, sure we have fun together, but we do that all the time. This trip is about experiencing other things, and finding a Daddy was the main thing we were both hoping for." I felt my cheeks flush. "I just didn't really expect to find one right away."

He reached around me and took my hand in his. "Sweetheart, if you think this is too soon, or if you want to go to some of the other events and see who you might meet, I'll understand."

I gasped at the idea and shook my head. "No, Daddy, I didn't mean that in a bad way. I don't want to meet anyone else."

"Okay, good. Because so far, this adventure is better than I'd ever imagined."

I wanted to tell him that I felt the same, but before I had a chance, Carey walked up.

"Hey there, Ollie."

"Hey Carey, this is Adam."

"Hey," Carey said, flopping down on the chaise lounge. "This is really nice up here."

"It is," Adam agreed. "Help yourself to a snack or a soda from the refreshment area over there, or if you want a drink, there's a bar to the left of the pool."

"I'm good for now, but thank you."

"So, how are things going for you?" I asked. I was disappointed for him that he hadn't found a Daddy yet, but I knew it wasn't reasonable to think that just because I'd found Adam so quickly that Carey would be that lucky.

"Good. I slept in this morning and then went to a brunch that the Cuff'd group had planned. There were a bunch of nice Daddies there, but none that caught my eye right away. Tonight, I think I'll go to the karaoke night they have planned. Maybe I'll get lucky there."

"We can go with you if you want," I said.

He chuckled and shook his head. "That's sweet of you, Ollie, but you hate karaoke. Besides, I'm guessing you and your Daddy here have better things to do."

He stayed and chatted for a little bit, but there was a cooking demonstration he was planning to go to with a couple of the other boys he'd met at the brunch this morning, so he couldn't stay long. It was about mid-day by the time he left, and I was starting to get hungry, so we went for lunch and then took a walk through the art gallery and discovered a shared love of art.

After the art gallery, we wandered around the ship a bit and eventually decided to play a round of mini-golf. I'd never played golf, mini or otherwise, but it was fun. Adam was insanely patient as a teacher, and he really didn't seem to mind stepping right up behind me and showing me how to swing the putter just so to try to make the shot. He seemed to take his mini-golf pretty seriously, and I got a kick out of him trying to explain the geography of the perfect shot for each hole. It was hard for me to even imagine how this perfect Daddy had found me our very first night here, but I sure wasn't complaining.

We had the cabana for the whole day, so after the round of mini-golf, we went back there to finish out the day. We swam and ate off the buffet again, and then we spent a little more time under the cabana listening to the band play.

"So are you having a good time?" he asked.

"The best. Today was exactly what I needed to decompress and actually get ready to enjoy the rest of the week. This last year of school was super stressful and just relaxing for a change was perfect. How about you?"

"Same here. A day of just laying around with you in my arms was exactly what I needed. Can't think of a better way to spend my vacation. As a matter of fact, I think our test was a complete success, how about you? Do you want to spend the rest of the week with me?"

I spun around in the chair to face him. "Yes, Daddy, I can't think of anything I want more."

He took my face in both his hands and pulled me to him for a kiss. "I think we should call it a night. What do you say? Want to spend the night in my suite again?"

I hadn't spent any time in my cabin, but I didn't care about that at all when Adam asked me to go back to his suite with him for the night. I nodded my head. "I think that sounds like a great idea."

Adam

We rushed up to my suite, and as soon as the door closed behind me, I pulled him to me and kissed him. I swear I couldn't get enough of this boy, and spending the day with him hadn't made me want anything but more.

"Ollie."

"Yes, Daddy?" he said sweetly.

"Take off your shirt," I ordered.

He didn't hesitate. He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. I ached to touch him, but I wanted him naked first. He stood there and let me look, neither of us speaking.

"Take off the swim trunks," I ordered in a firm, no-nonsense tone.

He bit his bottom lip in an attempt to hold in a groan as the outline of his erection visibly lengthened. He reached down, and at first, it looked like he was going to do as I commanded, but instead, he reached into his pants and cupped his cock, never breaking eye contact as he rubbed his hard-on. I shook my head and clicked my tongue.

"Boy," I said firmly.

"Yes, Daddy?"

"I told you to take them off, but I didn't tell you to touch yourself, did I?" Things had moved so quickly, we hadn't really discussed submission, but I loved to be in control. I watched him, waiting, and when he realized what I wanted, one side of his mouth lifted with a smile.

"I'm sorry," he said sweetly as he pushed his trunks down his legs, freeing his swollen cock. Then he stood up in front of me and didn't move, waiting for my next command. I looked at him, starting with his face, taking in his perfect skin, beautiful blue-green eyes, and sexy lips. Slowly, I let my gaze drop to his chest, and then trail down to his toned abs. I imagined the taste and feel of those muscles as I licked my upper lip. I pushed down my shorts just past my balls, and with Ollie standing naked and silent in front of me, I began to stroke myself.

"Do you want to touch me, Ollie?"

"No," he said, licking his lips. "I don't want to touch you. I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you, Daddy. Would that be okay?"

A slow, wicked grin spread across my face. Damn, he was perfect.

"Absolutely, go right ahead." He stepped forward and dropped to his knees in front of me.

He placed both hands on my thighs and leaned forward, licking me from the base of my hard cock to the tip. A groan escaped my lips, and he looked up at me and smiled. Then he took the head in his mouth, dipping his tongue into the slit.

"Mmm, Daddy," he hummed. "You taste amazing." Using his tongue, he licked, swirled, and sucked. The whole time he made the sexiest little sounds, and I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was. I bucked my hips up involuntarily, and he quickly pulled off. I was afraid I'd gone too far until he gave me a sultry smile. Then without dropping his gaze from mine, he wrapped his lips back around my shaft and took me down his throat to the root.

"Oh my god," I moaned, the muscles in his throat contracting around my cock as he swallowed. That this boy was absolutely perfect, was the last thought I had before my brain stopped functioning as he began to move up and down my shaft, swallowing and sucking until my balls clenched, and I couldn't hold back my orgasm.

"I'm going to come," I warned, but instead of pulling off, he took me deeper. My body tensed, and waves of pleasure moved through me as I shot down his throat.

"Come here." I reached down and pulled him up, then I stumbled over to the couch and collapsed, taking him with me so that he was straddling my lap. His hard cock lay against my softening one, and I ran my hands up and down his bare back while I caught my breath. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and brought his mouth to mine in a long, hot kiss. Our tongues tangled, and I could taste myself in his mouth.

He started to move, rubbing his cock against me, trying to get some kind of relief from his swollen erection. There was something so erotic about his naked body moving shamelessly against my partially clothed one.

I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his cock, and he moaned. "Yes, Daddy, please. Touch me." I pulled his mouth back to mine with one hand and kissed him as I used the other hand to stroke him. He was leaking pre-cum, and I used it to slick his cock as he began to thrust into my hand. I reached behind him with my free hand and ran my finger up and down between his ass cheeks, teasing his hole.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he chanted as he came all over my shirt.

I carefully peeled it off and tossed it to the side. I pulled him down to me and wrapped my arms around him.

"Somebody was feeling a little bossy tonight," he said as he wiggled around, trying to get comfortable.

"Yeah, I was. Is that okay?" I hoped it was because that was only a little of my bossiness, as he called it. I liked to be in control, and I liked having a partner who was good at taking direction.

"Did I give you any indication it wasn't okay?" he asked.

"No, you didn't. If you had, we would have stopped."

"Well, it was more than okay. It was perfect. Except now I'm all sticky, and I need a shower."

"I'm pretty sure the shower's big enough for both of us, so why don't we find out?"