7. Saul

Chapter seven

Saul

I regretted last night the moment I opened my eyes. Well, not what we did but that I might have rushed things. I'd woken earlier than Calvin and rolled onto my back, willing my hard-on to go down. I was determined not to take advantage of him while we were here and I didn't want Calvin to mix up gratitude with attraction. I'd said I was buying condoms when I really needed to keep it in my pants until we got off the island. I never wanted Calvin to think this was a fling. Deciding that willpower wasn't working, I was going to have to head to the shower to take care of it before Calvin woke. Carefully, I got out of bed and snuck into the bathroom like some goddamn teenager.

The water was instantly hot, which impressed me, but then I'd heard the place was owned by the same guy that owned Sunset Hotels, and they didn't cut corners.

I stepped in and sighed in relief as the hot water hit me. For a moment, I just stood there and thought about last night. I'd no idea where the toys came from. I'd texted Chris for suggestions, and they weren't Ricky's, but someone from the hotel had supplied them. Maybe one of the staff had kids or maybe they kept a supply here? It didn't matter because Calvin had loved them. I'd been enthralled watching Calvin drop into his Little space, and knowing he had to trust to let that happen made me want to always be a safe space for him.

I'd always been interested in the power exchange part of BDSM. Not that I was interested in tying someone to a St. Andrew's cross, and it would take years of training that I never had the time for anyway, but seeing a sub or a Little put their entire trust in another, especially when they were at their most vulnerable, spoke to me on such a deep level. I wanted to earn that level of trust from my boy. And the thought that I was even close to holding something so precious blew my mind.

I'd never been able to put a name to exactly what I wanted in a partner. I definitely wanted to be in charge in the bedroom, to have complete submission, which was a huge responsibility. I saw the small packets of waterproof lube and grinned at the five-star service. I opened a bottle of shower gel and inhaled, stifling a groan. It was Calvin's, and my cock jerked so hard I almost came right then. Eager to use it, I squirted some on my hand and fisted my cock, leaning forward and balancing my left arm against the side panel. If I closed my eyes, I could feel that gorgeous body under me and see those brown eyes darken with lust. I smoothed my fist up to the tip and imagined they were Calvin's fingers. I wanted so desperately for them to be his. "Yes, baby," I whispered, then my eyes shot open as I felt another hand close over mine.

I'd been so lost in pleasure I hadn't heard him, not that there was a shower door, but still, even with the sound of the water, I should have been more aware.

He pouted and shimmied in. "Naughty Daddy, playing without me," he scolded, and replaced my fingers with his, but he was too short for me to reach him easily.

"Turn around," I ordered. "Put your hands on the ledge." He obeyed immediately, which made my cock harden even further, if that was at all possible. I looped one hand around his cute little belly and closed my fingers around his cock. With the other hand, I positioned mine so I could slide it up and down his crease. I added some lube and slicked my cock and then his. His sudden cry was like fucking music. I wanted nothing more than to slide into his tight, wet hole but even though I knew from the forms Chris had supplied that we were both negative, I had no idea how much prep he was used to. And I definitely wasn't going to last long enough for that.

"What do you like?" I almost growled.

"Oh god," Calvin murmured. "This."

"Yeah?" I reached out to lean on the panel so he wasn't taking my weight and cupped and rolled his sac. His moans drove my body even higher. "Like what Daddy's doing to his naughty little boy, huh?" And he trembled, his little cries and yesses becoming more high-pitched. "Have you been naughty this morning?" I lightly bit the shell of his ear. I felt his arms wobble and let go of the panel to hold him up, widening my legs to be secure.

Brushing my thumb over his tip, I felt another near full-body shiver go through him and his cock jerked in my hand. "Because you know what Daddy does with naughty boys? They get spanked ." And with a cry, his cock pulsed and spilled into my hand. I didn't know whether it was my touch or the promise of a spanking, but knowing he'd reacted so perfectly pushed me over the edge and I emptied myself, rubbing against his ass cheeks.

After a moment when I was shocked to be still standing and able to support Calvin, worried I would slip and he might hurt himself, I eased him back to the small ledge in the corner. I guessed it was a seat being so low down, so I made sure he was sitting and safe before grabbing the shower head and rinsing Calvin, then myself. I turned off the water and grabbed a large towel. Calvin was blinking up at me with a lazy smile on his face, but let me stand him up, wrap him in the towel and make sure he got out safely. "Just sit there, baby," I said, gently guiding him to the stool, and then I made short work of drying myself while Calvin watched.

I would find out what his favorite characters were and buy him matching jammies and a robe, but for now the plain white ones from the hotels would do for both of us, even if I had to fold the sleeves back on Calvin's.

Then I picked him up and his eyes widened. "I can walk." But he threw his arms and legs around me and clung on.

"I know," I admitted, the lump in my throat making it hard to choke out words. "Just not ready to let you go."

The complimentary breakfast had been delivered and set out by the time I carried him to the cute kitchenette area and sat him at the round table.

"It was the delivery that woke me up," Calvin said, then blushed. "I'm really glad they did."

"When this weekend's over, I really want to see you again. I don't want you thinking this is just a holiday thing."

Calvin's lips parted, but no words came out, and I grinned. After dropping that revelation, I was really hungry. I reckon we'd both worked up an appetite.

"What do you normally eat for breakfast?" I asked, pulling some covers off and seeing bacon, scrambled eggs, breakfast potatoes, then fruit and pastries.

"I—well, I don't have time for much. I might grab a piece of toast, sometimes a bagel," he added as if that made all the difference.

I nodded as I started making a plate up. "Lunch?"

"Oh, I take sandwiches to work," he said in relief, like that was okay.

"What's your favorite?"

"Peanut butter," he said in a small voice. There wasn't much I could do about his previous eating habits, but I doubted if his supper was much better. I would have to manage that. He wasn't going to get sick on my watch.

I put the large plate down along with a fork, then pulled another chair out. "I—what—" He let out a squeak as I simply lifted him off his chair and onto my lap.

"We're going to share."

Calvin looked at me in shock and opened his mouth, probably to tell me he wasn't hungry or some such nonsense, but I put a bite-sized piece of bacon in it. "Good?" I bit off a piece and chewed, then went for the eggs. "Do you want ketchup on your potatoes?"

And he flushed quite prettily and nodded. "Yes, please."

It didn't take long until he was full, and I kissed him on his head to reward him for trying everything. "Good boy. How about you watch Saturday cartoons while your tummy settles, then we'll plan our day?"

He agreed enthusiastically, and I got him settled with the remote and insisted he wore another pair of my socks, then walked into the bedroom, grabbing the last piece of bacon on the way and pouring myself a second cup of coffee. Calvin was happy with his juice. I heard a notification and grabbed my phone from the dresser.

Apparently, Ricky had texted Calvin, and he hadn't replied. I grinned, got Calvin's phone from the nightstand, and took it out to him. "Ricky's been texting you." He looked up with a shy smile and I was helpless not to bend down and plant a kiss on those lips while Calvin was trying to text Ricky. I looked at the app on my phone in case there was anything organized that Calvin might like to do. There were two notices of congratulations before the day's offered activities. One to Chris and Ricky, and another to a Shauna, Robert, and Grayson on their tenth anniversary of their blessing.

I knew Chris and Ricky weren't filling the hotel, and I assumed those three were other guests, but Chris had told me it wasn't that large a place and they had permanent residents as well.

"Daddy?" Calvin called, and I went back into the lounge area. "Ricky says there are golf carts and we could take one and explore, but he wants to go in the pool first, and then there's the beach as well." He frowned down at his phone, and I chuckled.

"I'd already gotten the impression Ricky is very excitable." Calvin sent me a sheepish smile. "How about we start at the pool and see where the day takes us?"

I insisted on putting Calvin's sunscreen on him myself and was satisfied at his glazed look when I'd finished. It was a good thing we were both wearing swim shorts and nothing tighter. Even so, we had to take a moment to calm down.

We walked down the stairs rather than taking the elevator. Towels were provided by the pool and free drinks and snacks were also offered. I very carefully took Calvin's hand down the stairs and was rewarded with another of the shy smiles I was rapidly getting addicted to. When we got to the bottom step, the flash of a uniform made me turn to the door at the right. It was closed, but in those few seconds I clocked that it was an office, and that an older guy with gray hair and two uniformed officers were in there with him. I quickly identified them as Coast Guard officers, which made sense, and carried on to a huge lounge area with cozy groups of seating and a whole wall of open sliding doors that led to a patio area with seating, tables, and fire-pits leading to a massive pool area and the beach beyond.

I grinned at the squeal when Ricky saw us and let go of Calvin's hand; looking to my left I spied a member of staff judging from the uniform helping an old lady settle into a chair in a smaller lounge with a huge TV mounted on the wall.

I saw the lady pat the man's cheek fondly and him kiss hers before I stepped outside after Calvin and Ricky. Ricky drew Calvin into a group of guests, and I was relieved to see the evil stepbrother wasn't here.

Then I saw the older guy talking to the Coast Guard come over to Chris, bend down, and say something to him. Chris turned and gazed at him in what looked like disbelief, then he nodded and got up from his lounger. He glanced over at me and lifted his chin, and I understood. We both headed for Ricky and Calvin at the same time. "We're just going to chat with Daniel. Confirm arrangements for tonight. We won't be long." Chris said, and glanced at Calvin, making sure he understood he meant me as well.

I stepped up to Calvin. "Don't go anywhere."

Ricky giggled and saluted, and I brushed a kiss on Calvin's cheek because I couldn't seem to stop touching him and followed Chris.

We went to the same office I'd passed earlier, but it was empty now. The man gestured to some chairs, and Chris introduced me to Daniel Morgan, the owner of Sunset Hotels. We shook hands and sat.

"What's wrong?" Chris got straight to the point.

Daniel scrubbed his face and sighed. "I don't quite know how to say this, so I'm going to be blunt. The Coast Guard has just informed me they're having problems with pirates."

Chris seemed speechless for the first time in his life, and I leaned forward. "You're not talking about men with eye patches; you mean real thieves, don't you?"

Daniel nodded. "They're warning all the islands. There's been some raids a lot lower down the coast, but they're targeting smaller places. And one woman was just murdered when she refused to take her ring off."

"Murdered how?" I asked with gritted teeth.

"They shot her in the head."

Well, fuck .