Chapter 19

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Brand new pink thong. Check .

Foil packets of lube. Check .

Crossbody bag with a rainbow on the front. Check .

Now that I was officially out to my dad, I could wear something with a pride symbol attached. I was an official card-carrying gay now.

Puka shell necklace. Check .

I packed a few extra bathing suits to go over my thong, a couple of tank tops and flip-flops, and, of course, my sunscreen because lobster-red skin wasn’t sexy.

Bimini was going to be epic!

“Hold on, Nicky,” Cass shouted over the wind.

Crossing the Gulf Stream was often rough, with choppy seas and wind gusts sometimes exceeding twenty miles per hour. Even with the boat tossing and turning, throwing us around like rag dolls in a box, I felt safe and secure nestled between Cass’s thighs as he steered us through the treacherous seas.

Things felt different on this trip. It was as if there was an understanding between us now that we knew where we were headed—to bed together—eventually. It was okay for me to be touchy-feely with him, and Cass didn’t seem to mind the extra affection. In fact, it seemed as if he welcomed it.

The tip of his nose brushed over the shell of my ear, causing goosebumps to break out along my neck. “You smell like pineapple and sugar.”

“It’s my new deodorant. Do you like it?” He nipped my lobe, making my dick twitch.

“Delicious,” he practically growled.

Heck, I would roll that shit all over my body if he liked it that much! Maybe I could get him to nibble on my body like he was nibbling my ear.

Sam stuck his head over the top step, peering in at us. “Nicky, come help me in the kitchen.”

Cass gave my ear one last nuzzle. “Go help. I’ll see you later.”

I hated to move from between his legs, but I had to pull my weight since it’s what I was hired for. Following Sam below deck, we squeezed into the tiny kitchen, constantly bumping into each other as we worked to prepare dinner for our guests. When the sauce thickened in the seafood pasta, Sam dipped his spoon into the pan and fed me a taste.

Somehow, it felt intimate, him feeding me, staring at my mouth.

“How’s it taste?”

The creamy garlic butter sauce burst over my tongue, waking my palate. “Maybe a squeeze of lemon?”

“Good call.”

Check us out! Working together like a team, like friends. Sam made me feel hyper-aware of myself and our proximity to each other, and every exchange made my heart beat faster. It was a foreign feeling, much different from how Cass made me feel. With Sam, I felt a nervous excitement that made my dick hard and made me feel like I somehow wanted to bend over backward to please him. But with Cass, it was a comfortably familiar connection, and I wasn’t afraid to push our usual boundaries. In fact, I was getting a thrill from seeing how far I could push him, and when he responded, acting like a lover instead of a father figure, my dick became hard as steel.

The boat swayed violently, and Sam stood at my back, bracing his thick corded forearms on the counter on either side of me, caging me against his solid chest. He smelled musky and masculine, and my gut stirred.

“Careful, Little Nicky, hang on to me if you have to.”

Swoon! Taking him up on his offer even though I wasn’t in danger of toppling over, I slid my hands over his forearms and held on tight, leaning back against his chest. He laid his cheek against the side of my head and murmured, “That’s much better.”

I was having wicked thoughts. Thoughts of Sam touching my cock like Cass had, kissing my neck, making me shiver. What if they both touched me at the same time? Like, double-teamed me! Ungh.

I squirmed out of his embrace in a hurry. “I gotta use the bathroom!” I squeaked before rushing off. There was a wet spot on my undies, and I was about to blow!

“Raise the quarantine flag, Nicky,” Cass called from the flybridge.

I saluted him and grabbed the ropes to hoist the yellow flag. It was the same procedure every time we pulled into a new port. We would wait to be boarded by customs officials until we had the all-clear, and then our guests would disembark to begin their excursions. An hour and a half later, we were all set.

Sam stayed aboard the boat with Diane and Richard to do some snorkeling while Cass took me ashore in the dinghy .

I had no idea what he had planned for me, but his excitement was contagious.

He docked the boat at a small marina, and we walked the short distance to a blue and yellow building adjacent to the water. It didn’t look like much, but the sign on the door read Bimini Shark Lab, and my curiosity got the better of me.

“Sharks?” I asked Cass.

“Wait until you see it, Nicky. They have a mangrove sanctuary for baby lemon sharks, where we can observe them in their natural habitat. Then we’ll take a boat further out and dive with reef sharks.”

It was a Marine scientist's wet dream! I couldn’t wait to see sharks up close and personal. I was too excited to even be scared.

Two hours later, Cass tugged on my ankle to get my attention. I turned, peering at him through my mask. He pointed at a shark in the distance, quickly approaching the reef. Adrenaline coursed through my blood, and my heart beat harder and louder under my wetsuit. My first real encounter with a shark. I watched in fascination as he glided over the reef while schools of tiny, colorful fish darted out of his path. It was an unforgettable experience I would add to my growing list of once-in-a-lifetime summer adventures.

Back on shore, we showered and changed in the locker room, and a staff member gave us a ride down the beach to the ferry that would take us to the lighthouse on the tiny island of Great Isaac Cay. The boat ride took approximately forty-five minutes, and we passed through the heart of Bimini’s dolphin grounds.

“Look, Cass!” He smiled at my excitement.

A pod swam beside our boat, cutting through the surface of the turquoise waters with a splash that made us wet.

It was a struggle to climb ashore from the Cay, but it was worth it to reach the top of the old lighthouse.

“You can see the entire Caribbean from here!” I exclaimed. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. I counted at least six shades of blue water, and the way the sun sparkled over the surface looked like glittering diamonds as the waves rippled. I saw cruise ships, yachts, sailboats, catamarans, and speedboats, and I waved even though they couldn’t see me.

Cass pressed his warm lips against my skin, nuzzling into the crook of my neck, and I felt gooey inside. “Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” I asked.

“Not even close,” he whispered in my ear.

Was he wooing me with a pretty compliment? I’d never been wooed. I wanted to be wooed! I wanted romantic dates and sweet, mind-melting kisses. I wanted handholding and starry-eyed gazing. But that wasn’t what I asked for. In my desperate manipulation, I’d convinced Cass I only needed one night with him. All this wooing was a prelude to taking my virginity, and then it would all be over. Like popping a dreamy bubble .

Despite the view and his warm body squeezed against mine, I suddenly felt bereft and empty. Lonely . I hadn’t lost his touch, but I’d lost the dream of having his touch become a lasting thing. What would happen after our night was over? Would things become awkward between us? Would Cass be afraid to touch me again or even hug me? Would our night together become the elephant in the room? All my emotions swirled together into a cocktail of sadness and regret, and I felt them seeping from my eyes. I dashed them away with the back of my hand before he noticed, swallowing hard past the lump forming in the back of my throat.

I felt like I was losing him, and I hadn’t even had him yet.

We stayed to watch the sunset from the lighthouse as it set over the sparkling horizon. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“My magical day in Bimini has come to an end,” I sighed, climbing down the winding, narrow steps.

Cass chuckled. He was used to my dramatics by now. “Not even close. In fact, the magic is just beginning.”

What was that supposed to mean?

The Bimini Seafood Company was fancier than any restaurant Cass had ever taken me to. I felt underdressed in my khaki shorts and navy company polo. We were seated next to a window overlooking the ocean at a table covered in a white linen cloth. A candle burned low inside a hurricane glass, casting us in a mellow glow. My stomach sank when the waiter handed us our menus. It was shaped like a rectangle and backed in black leather, and there were no prices! Everything said ‘ Subject to market value ’ in italic print. He was wining and dining me, but this wasn’t my style. It wasn’t his either. Everything just felt… off.

Around Cass, I always felt like the best version of myself. Now he wanted us to pretend to be people we weren’t.

I didn’t want to sit inside of a stuffy, quiet restaurant, and look at the ocean through a glass window. I wanted to sit outside, smelling the salty breeze, feeling it on my face, and listening to the seabirds as I ate.

“This place is nice.” Cass didn’t answer and continued to look over his menu. “Real nice,” I added, drumming my fingers on the tablecloth. He remained silent. “Is this where you come with Sam?”

Maybe he brought a date here, another man he met on the island. A horrible thought struck me. Did Sam and Cass have play partners on every island?

I was gonna be sick. Reaching for the linen napkin in my lap, I covered my mouth, but Cass surprised me by laughing.

“I couldn’t pay Sam to eat here. In fact, this is my first time stepping foot inside this place. I hear it’s real nice, though. ”

Instant relief soothed my tummy. “So, where do you and Sam eat?”

“Down the street at Big John’s.”

I took a sip of ice water from my goblet. “And what does Big John’s have that this place doesn’t?”

Cass looked around, scrubbing his mouth. “Less fancy. Much less,” he emphasized, smiling.

That sounded perfect! “That’s where I wanna go! To Big John’s down the street. Come on,” I said, already rising to my feet. “It’s not too late to run.”

“But you deserve something nice,” Cass insisted.

“Fun is nice. Let’s slip out before the waiter comes back,” I whispered, giggling.

Big John’s might as well be on an entirely different island than the Bimini Seafood Company! They had live music—a Caribbean vibe with a steel drum—and outdoor seating. People were dressed casually, and they were dancing. I leaned over the railing, throwing balled-up pieces of bread to the fish. They swam right up to the dock! The fish were huge, and they piled on top of each other for a morsel, practically flopping out of the water.

“Cass, look at that big one with the orange spots!”

He was looking at me, not the fish. “Come on, little one, our dinner is served.”

I tossed the rest of my bread over the railing, causing a fishy commotion, and followed Cass back to our table. We’d both ordered seafood boils overflowing with crab legs, shrimp, seasoned potatoes, spicy sausage, and steamed corn on the cob. We ate with our hands, and I licked my fingers clean after each bite, drawing Cass’s stare.

“Nicky, I have to admit that I still have reservations about what we’re doing, but seeing how happy you are… it makes things easier for me to accept.”

“Of course I’m happy,” I assured him, biting into my corn. “You’re giving me everything I want.” Actually, you are everything I want.

“You’re sure?”

“One thousand percent positive.” I wished I could lick my fingers in a sexy way to make him excited, but nothing I did looked sexy while wearing this stupid plastic bib. Cass tied it himself, insisting it would keep my shirt clean. He was right, of course. He was always right. That’s why he’d make the perfect Daddy. That, and his gentleness and caring concern. Oh, and his fun-loving spirit. Cass loved adventure as much as I did.

“You wanna dance?” I asked around a mouthful of potatoes when a cover of Margaritaville came on.

“No,” he laughed, “I’ll sit this one out,” he protested, rubbing his flat belly like he was too full to dance.

Not me. Ripping off my bib, I wormed my way through the crowd and shimmied my ass on the dance floor. It wasn’t much, just a section of dock without tables and chairs. Every time I peeked, Cass was watching me, and the more outrageous I twerked and grinned, the more heated his gaze became.

After the third song, I joined him and cooled off with a mango Mai Tai. I wasn’t sure what was in it, but it was strong, and a second one would be guaranteed to knock me on my ass.

By the time we left Big John’s, my skin was flushed and damp with sweat, my face glowing with happiness from drinking and dancing. I was caught up in the night's magic. Maybe it was Bimini’s spell, or maybe it was because I had convinced myself Cass and I were on a real date.

We walked down the beach, and I slipped my hand in his. When he didn’t pull away, I squeezed, and he squeezed back. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to boost my confidence by leaps and bounds. I stopped and bent down to pick up a pink seashell, a memento, knowing this was a night I wanted to remember forever.

“This isn’t the way to the boat,” I remarked, feeling like I was all turned around with my head spinning in circles from the rum.

“Because it’s not. I have one last surprise planned for you.”

I felt blissed-out and euphoric and briefly entertained the idea of stripping down to nothing and streaking across the beach. Fuck it, you only live once, right? In a flash, I was buck naked and running full speed through the sand, whooping and hollering to the full moon shining down on me. Radio Beach was vacant now that the sun had set. The only person I was entertaining was Cass.

I could hear him laughing as I ran, futilely calling my name, but I didn’t stop until I came upon a blanket set with candles and a picnic basket.

Fuck, we weren’t alone after all. I started to run back for my clothes, realizing Cass was carrying them.

“Hurry up, give me my pants! There’re people here.”

Cass laughed so hard he could barely speak as tears ran down his cheeks. “There’s no one here, Tricky Nicky. That blanket is for us.”

“But… where did it come from?”

“Sam.”

Grateful that I hadn’t embarrassed myself, or wasn’t about to be detained for public indecency, I collapsed in a heap on the blanket and laughed myself silly. It seemed I did that a lot when I drank rum—or any alcohol, really.

Cass caught up with me, collapsing in a heap on top of me, and we laughed and rolled and laughed until we were almost breathing the same air. His mouth was less than an inch from mine, and I could feel his warm breath puff across my lips. My laughter died slowly, and I froze, waiting to taste his kiss. He descended slowly, looking into my eyes, until he was so close I couldn’t focus on his face anymore, and then I felt his lips, warm and soft, fuse with mine. I opened for him, and he slid his velvety tongue inside my mouth, taking full possession.

The sound of the crashing waves faded away as my heart beat louder in my ears. My cock stiffened, and I writhed against him, seeking friction.

“Nicky,” he breathed into the kiss, taking my lips again.

I wasn’t sure what he had planned in the picnic basket, but I didn’t care much either. The only thing that mattered was getting him as naked as I was. I had to feel his hand on my dick again, or his mouth. Or both! My body blazed with heat, hormones, and lust, and his touch was the only cure for the fire.

I pulled at his shirt, and he helped by whipping it over his head. Then my fingers went to work on the button of his shorts, and when I lowered his zipper, he allowed me to slide the cargo shorts over his hips. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled his body down on top of mine, pressing myself against him, until nothing separated us. The friction felt delicious as I rubbed myself against him. Cass moaned long and low, and I pulled his mouth down to mine, getting lost in his kiss once more.

“Nicky,” he said breathlessly, pulling away. “I planned dessert. I wanted to take this slow.”

Fuck slow . “I think it’s going perfectly.” Tugging at his briefs, I urged him to lose them. Cass spared me one last cautious glance before complying.

Fuck, there it was… My first glimpse of his perfect co ck. And it was perfect, too. Not too thick, not too long, and not too scary. His head was cut and glistening, and more than anything, I wanted to put it in my mouth.

I bent my head, aiming for it, but Cass stopped me. “Whoa, hold up. Look at me,” he urged, raising my chin to meet his gaze. “Tell me you’re absolutely sure.”

Cass and his stupid consent, ugh. “I’m absolutely sure. You could never be a mistake, Cass.” I tried to go after my prize again, licking cautiously at the tip. Cass bit his lip, looking down at me with hooded eyes.

“Just suck on the head, baby. Don’t try to take too much at once.”

He knew this was my first time, and he was going to help me get it right. I did as he said, slipping his wet tip between my lips and gently sucking until he gasped.

He liked that.

Since I had no experience with this, I treated it like a popsicle, swirling my tongue around the soft head in circles, licking that little cleft on the underside. Cass’s hands balled into fists at his sides as I lapped at his cockhead like a hungry kitten. When I risked looking up at him, he grasped both sides of my head, guiding me back down onto his shaft.

“Nice and slow, Nicky baby. Take a little more each time.”

I was bent in half at the waist on my knees, and the warm breeze caressed my ass. It felt amazing to be naked outside in such a public place, doing things that would make me feel exposed even if I were in the privacy of a bedroom. The thrill added to the excitement swirling in my gut.

I was able to take him halfway before I gagged. My eyes teared up, and my nose began running, but I didn’t quit. Cass leaned over my back and spread my cheeks wide, gripping one in each hand. “Damn,” he muttered. “That's enough, Nicky. I’ve got to get my mouth on you.”

I popped off his cock, spit drooling from the corner of my mouth, and sat down on my bottom. He followed me down, kissing my glossy lips and sucking them into his mouth, making them puffy and swollen. He used his knee to nudge my thighs apart, and then, with his wicked mouth, he blazed a trail down my neck, stopping to lavish each nipple before moving over my stomach. When he reached the base of my cock, I almost wept with joy. I’d waited years to know what it felt like to bury my cock in a man’s mouth, and I was about to find out. The icing on the cake was that it wasn’t just any mouth, it was Cass’s. God! He had the sexiest mouth, a smile that flipped my stomach upside down, and a smirk that made my cock hard.

My head was still fuzzy from the rum, and when his lips closed around the engorged head of my cock, I almost blacked out. Tight, hot suction, a tongue that tickled and teased every nerve ending in my shaft, the choking constriction of his throat—my balls felt like they would burst wide open from too much pleasure.

His head moved up and down as he sucked me senseless, his hand and mouth working in a coordinated dance to make me lose my mind.

“Cass,” I hissed, feeling my balls tightening. If he didn’t stop, I was going to blow in his mouth.

Grasping for my shorts, I slid my hand into the pockets, searching for those handy packets of lube I’d been carrying with me all day. “Here, use this,” I begged, thrusting them in his face.

“Christ,” he cursed, grabbing the packet from my hand. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or concerned. Where did you get this?”

“ Amazon ?” Were they difficult to find? Because I had a shitload of them stashed in my duffel bag aboard the boat.

Cass reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a foil packet that I assumed held a condom. Tearing it open with his teeth, he kneeled between my legs, rolling it over his cock, and I watched, fascinated at the sight of him touching it, giving it a couple of tugs before smearing some of the lube over the rubber. Candlelight danced across his skin in dark shadows, highlighting the ridges and valleys of his abs in stark relief.

Cass was beyond gorgeous, more than a fantasy—he was indescribable. Hotter than hot, sexier than the cover model from a romance novel .

He leaned over me, and I tipped back, facing my hands behind me on the blanket. Cass nipped my jaw and my lips, sucking and biting on them, driving me nuts. “If I had a thousand nights with you, it still wouldn’t be enough,” he breathed over my lips.

“It doesn’t have to end tonight,” I pleaded, hoping beyond hope he would agree.

His lips moved to my ear, and he chuckled softly, making goosebumps dance over my skin. “Let’s discuss that when I’m not so desperate to be inside of you.”

He was desperate? Not as desperate as I was. “I’m ready.”

“Not quite, little one. Not yet.” He slid his slippery fingers over my balls, rolling them gently, before sliding them down my smooth taint. When he grazed my hole, I gasped and clenched every muscle in my body, and he laughed. “Don’t be in such a rush to get to the finish line. Enjoy the race.”

Cass rubbed back and forth over my sensitive pucker, teasing my taint, the barest whisper of touch across my balls, just enough to keep me on edge. I was starved for more, but he stubbornly refused to give it to me. My body burned and my hips bucked on their own, chasing his touch.

Ugh, just fill me already! Stuff me whole!

When he finally pushed through the tight ring of muscle, I practically sobbed with relief. It wasn’t a feeling I could describe with words, but it was all- consuming. There wasn’t any part of my body unaffected by him. My skin burned, my blood sang with desire, and my mind was a fuzzy slosh of sweet rum and wicked thoughts. The nerve endings in my bottom burned, and the most incredible heat simmered in my belly.

“The look on your face tells me you’re ready. God, Nicky,” he brushed his lips over mine, a lingering kiss. “You look so fucking gorgeous like this.”

Like, what? What the hell did I look like?

“Smooth, bare skin highlighted by the moon, your lips swollen and parted, your eyes hooded and heavy with desire—you look wrecked, and I’ve only just begun.”

He might have just begun, but I was about to blow. I wonder how many times I can come in a row?

Cass pumped his fingers in and out of my ass, loosening my hole to fit something much thicker. His fingers grazed the special spot deep inside of me, and a shot of precum pulsed from my slit. “Ungh! Cass, please.”

Slowly, he slid his fingers from my body, and I wanted to cry at the loss of him. Cass dropped over me, urging me to lie on my back, and covered my body with his. He nudged my thighs apart with his knee, took his cock in hand, and trailed it through my cheeks. With my knees bent, I was able to push against him, welcoming him. The slippery rubber felt smooth and warm against my hole, and when he took my lips in a searing kiss, swirling his tongue with mine, he pushed inside of me with little resistance. It didn’t hurt, but it burned, and Cass swallowed my gasp.

“You’re incredibly tight,” he panted as he buried himself balls deep in my ass. “So fucking tight.” Cass took my lips again, and I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—his kiss and his cock owned me completely.

All I could taste and feel was Cass.

“I’m gonna move now. You ready?”

I could only nod. And when he moved, all I could do was grasp his shoulders and hold on for the ride of my life. By the time I realized the burning had stopped, I could feel my balls tightening and began to plead for more time.

“No, not yet. NotyetNotyetNotyet. Make it last,” I begged against his mouth.

“Forever wouldn’t be long enough,” he murmured, his warm breath mingling with mine in the humid summer air.

Cass trailed his lips all over my face, nipping at my jaw, nibbling on my lips, brushing his nose with mine, sucking on my ears and neck. I was caught up in his dizzying spell, hoping it never ended. But all too soon, his thrusts became faster and harder.

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t hold it in another second. My fingernails bit into his skin and I curled my legs around his waist. “Please, Cass. Please,” I begged, my ragged breaths sharp in his ear.

“Let go, baby boy. Let it go. ”

Baby boy? Fuck, that did it. I painted his stomach in a hot rush of sticky cum. “I love you, Daddy.”

And then I froze, as stiff as a wet shirt left outside in an ice storm. Cass either didn’t hear me or pretended not to. He pulled me with him as he leaned back so that I straddled his waist. Resting my hands on his pecs, my thumbs brushed his nipples, and he gripped my hips, hard, urging me to ride him.

“That’s it, baby boy. Fuck yourself on my cock. Make me cum.”

The heat was burning in my gut, my dick was still rock hard. It bobbed as I bounced, and tiny pulses of cum arced from my slit, criss-crossing over his stomach.

His face was tight and focused, his gaze burning into mine as he took control of my hips, and with one last hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. I could feel him coming inside of me, could feel his dick twitch, and I collapsed over his chest. His lips landed in my hair, pressing kisses on my head, and I closed my eyes and breathed in the salty, humid air through my nose. When I released the breath through my mouth, I’d come to a decision.

I was in love with Cass, and I was going to make him mine at any cost.