10. STERLING

I knew there something about Fallon that I liked, and I found out exactly what it was. He was into all the kinky play types I'd tried to familiarize myself with. I was a Daddy in theory, but less in practice. It wasn't because I hadn't tried, but working as much as I did, there was very little time left for that.

After cuddling for a couple moments, Fallon wiggled around and I remembered what he was carrying in his ass. So, we went to the bathroom. Him first before we both showered. The shower pressure in the villa were incredible. I was in heaven as I embraced the powerful nozzle on my back, like a small massage all in itself.

Henry had come back when we were getting out of the shower. He'd brought a man home, a big bull type all bronzed and hairy. Henry had tried to be quiet as if we were both in bed sleeping, but we walked right passed them in the large, fluffy resort towels.

No small talk, but I could feel Henry and Fallon had their own conversation from a few looks alone.

"I can go back to my room," I said once we were in the bedroom, getting dried.

"No," he said. "I've not shared my bed with someone in ages. I really don't want to waste it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I really want you to stay. Unless you want to go."

The beds in the villas were much better than the other section of the resort. But that wasn't the full reason why I wanted to spend the night with him. It had been a while since I'd shared my bed as well, and I didn't exactly what him to know that. But he brought something out of me that I'd been desperate to find. It was relief and satisfaction.

"No," I said, pulling him into my arms and giving him a rub with the towel. "And I'm not at work until the afternoon, so we might even have a little action in the morning as well."

He giggled, pressing himself into me. "I like the sound of it."

"Unless I'm called away because the staff can't deal with it," I said. The last time I'd checked my phone we were in the cab and there were no pressing issues. Only information about running low on staff assigned milk.

Once we were dried off, we climbed into bed together and got comfy under the comforter. Fallon brought both his teddies into bed to cuddle. I was big spoon and he was small. I liked it that way. It was nice to have his warm body against mine, even though we were both naked, I was physically too spent to get hard again. Although if the energy was there, my cock would've been riding his back, hard.

I kept my phone on the bedside, warning him that it might make a noise through the night. But it didn't.

We both slept through until the morning. We'd moved around a little, coming away from each other in the middle of the night.

I pushed up on him, noticing he'd stretched a couple times."Morning," I said, cuddling him with a nice, warm surprise stabbing him in his upper thigh.

"It is," he said, reaching under the comforter to grab my cock. He just held it. "Did you hear Henry last night?"

"No, did you?"

"Yeah, they were going at it all night."

My cock throbbed. It was unconscious. My body was reacting to the words he was putting out there. "You wanted to go again?"

"Last night?" he asked, wetting his lips with his tongue. "Or now?"

"I mean, last night, but also now, maybe."

He nodded a little. "But I'll need to go put my friends away, I don't want to ruin their innocence."

"Good boy taking care of them."

Fallon's little ass wiggled as he got out of bed, putting his teddies back in the closet. He dipped and I watched as the position forced him into a squat where his ass was exposed. If I had the energy my cock was currently sapping at, I would've been tempted to go over and slip a finger inside him.

"What did you tell them?"

Fallon stood and turned to me. His hard cock pressed at his belly with a hand. "I told them to close their ears." He jumped back into bed beside me. "So, what do you wanna do?"

I needed to touch his soft skin again. Under his chin, the little stubble he had tickled my thumb. "I want to eat your ass," I said, moving my thumb to his mouth and parting his thick bottom lip with it. "And I want you to make as much noise."

"But—"

"Only if you love it," I said. "If you don't love it, you don't have to make any noise at all." I'd caught him there, forcing him into being a little sound machine for me.

"Ok," he said, placing both hands on my face, his thumbs rubbing across the dimples on my cheeks. "But no kissing, I haven't brushed my teeth, and I don't want to yet."

That was easy for me, although I did love the taste of his mouth last night. At one point, I thought I might've tried to consume him from mouth-to-mouth contact. "On your front then," I said. "If my lips can't touch yours, I don't want to be staring at them." I pulled his bottom lip out again with my thumb, resisting the urge to grab his face and kiss him anyway. But I respected his wishes. "Although we're not doing anything too risqué, do you have safe words?"

He took his hands from my face and shook his head, the pure innocence in his eyes. "Other than the playing, I think I'm probably vanilla in all that."

"You're right, but we can operate on a red and green basis," I said. "Red for stop, green for more or go."

"Green," he said.

"Then on your belly." I removed my hand from under his chin.

In a giddy bounce, he jumped around on his knees and then on his belly, laying flat on the bed. "Green," he said again.

Between his legs, I pulled his cock back to see it and immediately, I found myself drawn to licking the tip and along the shaft like he had to me last night. He wiggled around under the touch of my tongue, his thighs coming together a little, trapping my head between his legs. My tongue traveled across the little line on his balls and up his taint, ready to find my prize, all plump, waiting to be parted.

"You like that?" I asked, giving his ass a little shake.

He pushed his hips up and down a little, his cock rubbing itself on top of the comforter. He moaned. "Yes, Daddy."

I parted his cheeks and went in with my tongue, right between I delved deep to eat his ass. I played around with a finger, not making the same rookie mistake as last night. I teased him open with a mix of my tongue and a finger, he was clenching. I could tell by the way his hole constricted itself. I wondered if he was just showing off now. He made muffled sound in the pillow. "I said make noise," I told him, picking my head up from his ass.

The moans came, like full vibrations. It sent my cock throbbing at my waist, jealous that I was getting action with my tongue and finger. It would have to wait its turn, this boy was mine right now, and I wasn't going to waste a moment inside his ass listening to the whims of the blood rushing into my cock.

I went to two fingers and the noises, while faint from the back of his throat became a little louder. They were mixed with whines and mumbles I made out as begs. I knew he'd said green , and that meant he wanted more, but there was only so much action my tongue could give his ass.

"Relax," I whispered, pulling my fingers out and getting ready to go in with three. It was in that moment I decided tongue had its share of ass already, so I grabbed the lube hiding at the side of the bed, right where I'd left it. Three fingers and a dot of lube on his hole were met with little resistance. But his moans came out hard and fast. His hands out beside his body, grabbing at the comforter and pulling it up the bed.

My cock had left a little trial of precum where I'd been laid and now sat on the bed.

"Are you ready?" I asked, pulling my fingers out of him and grabbing my cock, giving them the lube.

"Yes, Daddy," he said, turning his head on the pillow to look at me. He stopped scrunching the comforter and flipped his hand palm out. "Fuck me." His begs were adorable. I positioned myself between his legs and held both his hands. My cock was now on its own, using its head to seek out Fallon's tight willing hole.

I laid on Fallon's soft back, still holding his hands. My cock between his cheeks, the tip inside his ass, carefully sliding inside. If I went hard, it would slip right out from the lube. I kissed the back of his neck, remembering his request at no mouth-to-mouth. I kissed whatever else I could, inhaling him at the same time. My cock was finally in him. He moaned and his fingers tightened against mine.

"Green," he whispered.

My strokes started slow until I found the rhythm he liked. He liked the deep and fast thrusts. My balls against his balls, and with the motion, his cock was being jerked. His sweet, intense moans had me craving his lips, but I made do with his back and neck, giving him kisses and gentle bites, careful not to leave any hickeys on him.

This time, I couldn't control myself. It was a single thrust that tickled me and forced my hand, shooting cum inside him. He moaned out in his ear, my back arching up from the swirly tingle aroused in my waist and hips.

"I'm sorry," I let out, deflated on his body. "I didn't mean to—"

"I already came," he said, turning his head to me.

"What?"

I pulled out as gently as possible, my cock was still throbbing.

On the bed, there was a direct line of cum right where his cock pointed down.

"When?" I asked, stepping off the bed to see.

"Like a couple minutes in," he whispered."I thought you knew."

"No, I—" I looked at it. It was almost artistic. "I didn't feel it."

"I think it was when you pulled out and went deep," he said, his face all red and flushed. I touched him, once more unable to keep my hands from his skin. "It like hit me just right and I couldn't help it."

There was some element to the play we were taking part in that touched me in just a way my entire body shivered with the excitement he gave me. I wished I could've gone again, but I'd spent all my energy up.

"Now the bed is gonna need to be changed," he said.

"It's ok, housekeeping will regularly change your bedding," I reminded him. "You wanna cuddle a little bit before I have to leave?"

He nodded, leaning his hand into my head. "Can I use the bathroom first? I don't want to make anymore of a mess on these sheets."

"Of course."

Fallon went to clean himself, quickly jumping into a onesie before leaving. I laid on the bed and looked at my phone. I'd received a couple messages from Carla, she was checking in on me and asking if I'd got all that pent up stress out of my system yet. I think I'd actually done more than that.

It was nine in the morning. I had to be at work at one, which given how I lived at work, once like I had to be in any type of rush. The place mostly ran itself, everyone knew what to do and where to be. I could've been late and nobody would've noticed or even bat an eyelid at.

He came back in with a big smile. "Cuddle time," he said. He went to get his teddies and settled with them on the bed.

We laid together in the cuddle positioned for a while, just talking to each other about our lives. It felt like we were doing this in reverse. Instead of the usual, talking about our lives, and then having sex, we were only now just getting to know each other.

"You know, this place is always hiring," I told him, and quickly regretted it. It was difficult for me to get this job officially, so much paperwork.

"No," he said. "I love being on vacation, but living on vacation would get boring after a while."

He hit the nail on the head as to why I'd slowly fallen out of love with this place. I love it here, but after a while, it had become a chore, and I wasn't enjoying it as much as someone on vacation would. It almost felt like I was wasting my time here.

"I want to do something where it's not like an office, or set hours, but obviously in New York," he said.

"And what do you love doing?"

"Working with teddies and stuff," he said, almost talking to them as they were so close to him. "They're just the best things in the world."

"You could try finding work in a toy store."

"I tried, they're always fully staffed."

I cuddled him. I didn't know what I could recommend.

"And what would you do if you weren't here?" he asked.

It stumped me. I didn't know. This place had changed me.