9. FALLON

I was so hard, dancing in front of Sterling nearly all night. We left a little earlier than everyone else. Henry was the one who suggested it, knowing that we would be going back to the villa and wanting us to get the initial hookup out of our systems.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other in the cab back. My hand on his knee, sliding up his inner thigh, and his hand around my waist, slipping itself inside my jean shorts to try and reach around my cock from the weird angle. He touched the tip outside my underwear, whispering in my ear. "That better not be cum."

"It's not," I whispered back. "I'm so excited."

"Good boy."

My cock would've came instantly at those two words, but I knew that was not good boy behavior.

At the resort, we walked through the lobby, arms wrapped around each other. Sterling didn't seem too drunk, but that could've been because neither of us drank much once we were on the dance floor, rubbing against each other like we could both handle being teased this much. The truth was, we couldn't handle it, and so many times, we'd whispered to each other about leaving, or even just finding a space somewhere to fuck. But that wasn't how I wanted to get laid.

"Where do you live?" I asked him as we headed towards the villa through the sandy steps.

"In a room up there," he gestured with a head at the hotel behind us. "It's not glamorous."

"Why don't you have a villa?"

"Because these bring in more money than I'm worth," he said, laughing. "I mean, it's a sad truth."

"You must like working here then."

"I did," he said. "At first, yeah. I loved it. Now, I don't know. I'm so close to—" he paused and shook his head.

"Close to what?"

"Nothing. We're here for fun, not for me to tell you about my life," he said. "Oh. And there's your villa. You have your key?"

The key was inside my wallet. I pulled it out and unlocked the door, wondering what else he was going to say. There had to have been a reason he wanted to stay here, or maybe a reason he couldn't go back to the States.

"Can I shower?" I asked. "I just feel all gross after dancing."

"Sure," he said, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close. "But you smell great."

"Mhmm, well, maybe we can have some fun first."

I took him to my room where Sibby and the new teddy were both tucked into the bed, waiting for me. I'd almost forgot I did that.

"That's cute," he said. "Will they be joining us tonight?"

"No, no, they're innocent," I giggled. "I'll put them to sleep in the closet. I don't want them to see."

"Ok," he said. "So, it's been a while since I've had any of this. You'll have to let me know what stuff you like."

"Give me one second." I took the teddies and placed them on a pile of clothes at the bottom of the closet. "Ok," I whispered to them. "Be good. I'm going to have some fun, and then we can cuddle after." And then I closed the closet door because they didn't need to see all the adult things I was about to do in this bedroom.

Sterling was sat at the bottom of the bed, his slacks down to his ankles and his boxers creating a tent with his cock as the pole in the middle. Through the opening of the button hole, I could see skin. I was already on my knees, so I couldn't fall to them. I shuffled over.

"Daddy's got a surprise hiding under here," he said.

"Daddy," the word choked in the back of my throat. My hole loosened ever so slightly, preparing itself for Daddy's surprise.

"Come and take a peak," he said. "Come on. It won't bite."

Between his legs, I looked up at him. He brushed a finger at his mustache, tugging it a little into place. He licked his lips and slowly nodded.

I unbuttoned the little hole in the boxers, making room for his cock to finally appear. It was thick, pushed right through the hole, stretching it. My hole puckered in jealous that he was already penetrating something.

"Tongue out," he said with a hand under my chin. "I want you to use that perfect, little tongue on the tip." He helped my head nod once more, and I loved every second of control he took over me. That's what I liked in a Daddy.

"Uh—" For a second, I thought he'd called my tongue little, which it was, and almost broke the fantasy. "I want to suck it."

"You'll get to, but first, you've got to lick it," he said. "I want to tease you. Do you like being teased?"

Nobody liked being teased. I only liked it if there was a payoff coming my way from it, and from the look of Daddy and his thick cock, I knew the payoff was going to be worth it.

It had been weeks since I'd had a cock near my face. I played with the tip, gently lashing it with my tongue, and then down the cock. My mouth salivating as a lubricant, going up and down his cock until it rewarded me with his lubricant from the tip. I played with his precum on the tip of my tongue.

"For the purposes of this, I want you to play innocent," he said.

"I am innocent," I said, pouting at him. I was already playing the part, even if beneath it all, I was the furthest thing from innocent. I'd been defiled and knew just how to tease a cock to get results, both with my mouth and ass.

"Good boy. Of course, you are." He ran a hand through my hair and back again. He grabbed a handful of it and used this control of my head to get my mouth around his cock. "Open that throat wide," he said.

I opened my mouth as wide as it could get, and even that was a little struggle against the thickness. Conscious of my teeth gently grazing him, but he didn't mind. In fact, I think he leaned into it, using his hand in my hair to fuck my face slowly. It hit the back of my throat, and there was a little gag.

"Mhmm," he let out, pulling my head away to see me. "Can you handle it?"

My eyes watered, but they always did that when I gagged, it wasn't to say I was sad. "Yes. Again."

He let go of my head. "Show me what you can do," he said and laid back on the bed, hands behind his head.

I was innocent after all, so I didn't show him the true depth of my throat skills. I pushed up a little further on my knees and placed my arms and elbows on the inside of his leg to give myself better work area. I tugged his cock with one hand, played with his balls inside his boxers with my other hand, and my tongue was working magic on his tip. I went down deep every other second and back again. He smelled so good, all musky but with the same smell of the soap they stocked here.

"You're so good," Daddy said.

"You like it?" I asked, looking up at him push his head.

"Mhmm," he moaned. "You have lube and condoms?"

I took both hands from him and wiped them on his legs. "Yeah, but I am on PrEP, in case you like, want to—"

Daddy smirked. "You're looking to become a little cream pie?"

"Pwease." I watched his cock throb as I said it and pouted. "Just a little cream pie." I tapped the tips of two fingers together. "But only if you feel comfortable."

"Stand up," he said.

Following the instructions, I stood up and pushed a hand inside the front of my jean shorts to adjust my cock inside the jockstrap. I was hard and full of precum and sweat. "Can I clean my area first beforehand?"

"Sure, but I don't want you to get undressed," he said. "I'm going to do that for you."

"But—I—I wanna change my underwear first."

"As long as you bring the dirty underwear back in here for me."

That was a compromise I could deal with. I grabbed another jockstrap from the drawer and raced out of the bedroom to the small bathroom.I changed out of my jock in the bathroom, giving myself a little wash with a bar of soap and a cloth before putting on the new jock. It was nice to feel dry, and not musty, that might've put an end to the evening.

In the bedroom, I handed the jockstrap I'd been wearing to Daddy. He was on the bed, his boxers off now, revealing his cock and balls as well as the little bush of pubic hair I wanted to press my face into. He immediately put it to his face and inhaled, mumbling about the delicious scent. I was blushing hard and incredibly relieved.

"Thank you," I said, pressing the back of my hand to my cheek. I stood where I was, right in front of him.

"Now, where were we?"

"You were going to undress me," I said.

"Turn around for me," he said. "I want to undress you like that."

Nobody took to the role quite as quick as he did. And I'd never managed to break the cycle of multiple dates to get guys primed for the role of Daddy, so this had my stomach full of butterflies. I held my hands around myself like a small hug. It was a technique I'd learned on how not to hyperventilate when overstimulation hit, and in this case, that was going to happen very soon.

Daddy slipped his hand around me from behind, unbuttoning my jean shorts without even looking or fiddling for the button and zip. He did it from touch alone. His hand went down the front of my jock, feeling my cock between hard and chub, my body didn't know what to do with itself.

"You like that?" he asked as my shorts dropped to my feet.

"Yes. Do you?"

He didn't answer, instead, I felt him remove his hands from my waist and grab at the cheeks of my exposed ass. He parted them before inserted his face deep, licking my hole, the touch of his mustache tickled. I almost tripped over myself bending slightly to give him better access.

He ate my ass and I moaned as loud as I'd ever moaned before. I caught myself, hand around my mouth

"No," he said, pulling his face out of my ass. "I wanna hear that."

"Ok," I whimpered, my breathes ached as they came out of my throat. "Is it ok?"

"You shave? Or just no hair?"

"A little hair, but I shave," I said, trying to turn my head and see him on his knees with his head in my ass. "Do you like that?"

"Shh, don't question it," he said. "I'm just curious about your body." He stood and with it, he pushed his hands up my body, collecting my t-shirt and bright floral shirt with them. He pulled them both over my head until I was stood in just my jock. His warm chest against my back, and his even warmer cock resting on the small of my back above my ass. He pressed his mouth to my neck, kissing me up to my ear."On the bed."

"Yes, Daddy."

He positioned me on my back, with my head on the plump pillows. At the bottom of the bed, standing in full glory, I took every inch of his body in my mind, trying my best to store the way his cock leaned to one side, and the little mole on his chest, right beside his nipple. I didn't want to forget a moment of this.

Daddy crawled on the bed, parting my legs as he came between me. He rested his head on my cock inside the jock, rubbing his head and chin against it. "I want to make this last." He continued pressing himself and even biting my cock through the fabric a little, only enough to tease it harder.

"Me too," I said.

"You have any toys?" he asked, his hips humping into the bed.

"No, I—" I broke eye contact. "I didn't bring any."

His arm body was so nice against the air conditioning blowing icy air on me. It confused my skin, giving me goosebumps. He drew little patterns on my belly, going up to my chest where he continued with the gentle tip of his finger to tickle my skin and my hard nipples.

"Are you ticklish?"

"Yes," I said. "Please don't' tickle me."

"But can I stroke your sides?"

"Gently."

It didn't mind how gentle he did it, I was ticklish regardless, probably more so now that he was stroking up my ribs from both sides. It made me wriggle a little, his head on my cock as I pushed my hips and he went down.

"You do have lube, right?"

"Yeah," I said. "I think it's still in my suitcase. And condoms, if you want."

He shook his head. "I want to make you my little cream pie," he said. "I thought that's what you wanted. And I'd be a bad Daddy if I didn't give my little what they wanted."

The butterflies were screaming with delight, and excited for their favorite dessert.

Lube was in the suitcase, a travel-size bottle, which now seemed small considering we had another week, and I was hoping Sterling had the stamina to keep this up for however long it was until we left.

Back in position, he lifted my legs and pressed my knees to my chest. His squirted a small dot of lube out and the cool sensation about the beating heart of warmth coming from my puckered ass was nice. It meant his face wasn't going back there now it was covered in lube, but his cock would.

He was gentle, taking the lube from my ass with his cock. He teased me with the tip and then went deep. It was strange, feeling him push inside and then pull out, like giving me candy and then with his other hand snatching it away.

"You're so tight," he said. "I should've played around a little more first."

I knew that was because I'd focused on squeezing, but I could also focus on opening. "You won't hurt me," I said.

He pulled my leg up to his chest, letting the ankle rest on his shoulder. "But I don't want to ruin your innocence," he said.

After all the dancing, my limbs were loosened up enough to the point where he could push my legs down slightly. I didn't know if he knew how flexible I was, because I wasn't, but it was nice to feel him test me out. His cock was just as gentle as him, inside me with his little thrusts like he was trying to make room for it.

"You like that?"

"Yes, Daddy."

The lube helped, but the further down his shaft my ass took in, the more I felt him stretch me. It was impossible for me not to clench around him. He had my body in tense knots, like I was on a pully system for him to pleasure, and I didn't have any problem with that.

He finally let my legs slip to the side of his waist, giving himself the room to fuck me in missionary and kiss me. His hands stroked down my arms until coming together and slipping his fingers between mine. He pushed them up above my head, holding them there and he fucked me and pleasure one end of my body while his tongue pleasured the other side.

Through his mouth on mine, I was moaning right into him. The pressure of him on top of me, mixed with the thrusting had given a little friction to the way the jock was rubbing against my cock. It was beginning to overwhelm me, and the only way I could communicate that was through clinging to him. My legs around his waist, interlocking behind his back, and my fingers squeezing his hand.

I was being denied the opportunity to touch myself, and that was making the upcoming sensation about to rupture from my waistline into the most intense thing I'd ever felt.

There it was. The moment I thought it was going to happen, and it did.

Everything in me seized around him and my tongue the opposite, lax and malleable to his tongue in my mouth.My filled the jock was cum, throbbing pumps of it, collected inside the fresh fabric.

Daddy didn't stop, he continued to push the limits of my throbbing hole, and the grip my body had on his. His tongue, trying its best to reach the back of my throat, and failing. He suddenly stopped, and with it, the sensation I'd missed. The pressure around my ass as he filled me up with cum. I could've burst right there and then under him, but I kept it inside me.

He pulled his tongue from the wrestling match in my mouth he'd won and kissed my nose. "Now you're a cream pie." He let go of my hands he'd mashed the wall with his grip. I wasn't moving. My hands were stuck there, and my body was frozen in its grasp around him. I didn't want to move. "I wasn't going to cum so quick," he said, kissing me again.

"I don't think—" I gulped hard, trying not to clear my throat in front of his face. "I've ever came without touching myself before."

He reached out for my hands, taking them from the position. His fingers then went down my upper arms, brushing over the goosebumps. "But did you like it?"

"Yeah," it came out in a breath.

"Good boy." He slowly pulled his softening cock out of me, and with it, the space filled with a wanting for him to put something back up there. I was missing a piece now. He pushed his arms under me to embrace me. "I think we both needed that." He hugged his head to my chest and kissed me again. "I hope you don't mind. I like to cuddle."

If I didn't eventually need to move because of what he'd done to my insides, I would've liked to stay like this for a little while longer, maybe even forever, but those were post-sex thoughts, and they couldn't be trusted.