Chapter 1

The sun beatsdown on my back, and the sand shifts beneath my feet. A permanent smile is on my face as I make my way back to the resort I'm staying at after a leisurely stroll.

I needed this change of scenery. Don't get me wrong, I love the cold and spending most of my time on ice, but sometimes, it's nice to get away, be myself, and not the goalie for Green Spring University's hockey team.

My feet carry me directly to my hotel's outdoor bar the second I'm on the property again. It's hot as balls already and a cold beer is exactly what I need right about now.

When I approach the area, my eyes immediately land on a tall drink of water of a man leaning against the bar. Running my tongue along my lips, I slow my pace and take in the sexy man. He has dark, thick hair and a jawline so fucking perfect it should be illegal. His eyes are covered by sunglasses, like my own, hiding what they actually look like, but I'm going to imagine they're captivating. His body is perfection—toned abs on display for all to see, well-defined arms, and thick thighs.

God bless the man who designed this guy's Speedo. It's leaving nothing to the imagination, but I'm not complaining.

With a steady pace, I head to the bar, stopping beside the sexy man and flagging down the bartender, who offers a smile. I order a beer, needing something to sip on while I try to get the stranger's attention.

"This your first time at this resort?" I ask the guy once I have my beer in hand, finally making him turn toward me.

He raises his sunglasses, resting them on top of his head, and damn, his eyes are so fucking blue they match the clear sky. It almost makes it hard to breathe for a moment.

A sexy smirk crosses his lips, and he stands tall, straightening his shoulders. His eyes slowly roam over my body, blatantly checking me out and causing a shiver of desire to ripple down my spine. "It is, what about you?"

"Same. I heard about this place from a friend and knew I had to visit. So far, it's been amazing."

The first thing I wanted to do once I finally got a break from college and hockey was get away from everything and everyone. So, the moment I could, I booked a trip for a week in the sun at an all-inclusive resort on an island far away from any of the usual hassles and stress. The resort is perfect because not only is there no technology allowed—no worries of videos being recorded—but it also caters to the gay community. The moment I discovered this place, I knew I wanted to be here.

"I'd definitely return here," he shares, leaning in a little closer with an ease I wish I had right about now. I'm generally not one to be self-conscious or lack confidence, but the way this man carries himself with such control and self-assurance has me wavering a little.

He isn't much taller than me, but for some reason, I feel much smaller at this moment. I inhale quickly, breathing in the hint of sunscreen mixed with a spicy masculine scent.

Damn, he smells good.

"How long are you here for?" I inquire, keeping the conversation light and trying to put forth a boldness I'm not sure I have. This man is more intimidating than I thought he would be but in a good way.

"Two more days," he informs me. "You?"

"I got here yesterday and have six more days to go."

"How about we take advantage of the two days we have left together, then?" he suggests, placing his hand on my chest and running his fingers down my torso, teasing the waistband of my bottoms when he reaches it.

I suck in a deep inhale as my cock starts to swell—which everyone can see in detail since my Speedo does nothing to hide it—before grinning at him and tilting my head to the side. Time to channel my fuck-boy ways and show him I'm here to have a good time. "Sounds like a solid plan to me. Your room or mine?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Let's finish our drinks first. We can pick a room once we're done."

Has anyone I've hooked up with in the past suggested we take things slow once I've offered sex? I don't think so, but more alcohol doesn't sound like a bad plan. "Want to sit somewhere shaded?" I ask, my skin already crisping from the punishing sun. "Or you could rub me up with some more sunscreen. Whatever floats your boat." I wink at him.

He licks his lips, causing prickles of anticipation to erupt across my skin. The things this man could probably do with that tongue have me squirming with desire.

"I do love the idea of my hands all over your body, and I'm going to make that happen soon, but why don't we hang out in the shade for now? That way, I don't get a mouthful of sunscreen when I trace each of your abs with my tongue later."

My cock likes that idea—a lot—stiffening even more from his words. Of course, the sexy stranger takes that moment to trail his eyes over my body again, taking in my growing erection. A low growl pours from his mouth before he bites his lower lip.

I'm practically vibrating with need when he tilts his chin. "Come on, there's a free table over there."

I eagerly follow him and almost melt when he puts his hand on my lower back, guiding me away from the bar. His touch isn't cautious, and his confidence has me sucking in a breath. I've always loved a man who likes to take control, even if I don't give it up easily in the bedroom. I can't wait to see what the universe has planned for us. Hopefully, it involves hot-as-sin sex.

"My name's Ian, by the way. What's yours?" he asks, pulling a chair out for me at a shaded table.

Damn.Also a gentleman? Could he be any sexier?

Taking our seats, Ian sits in the chair across the table from me, and I consider what name to give him. Typically, I'd use the nickname all my teammates and pretty much everyone I know calls me back home. For some reason, it doesn't seem right. "Ben," I respond after some contemplation, giving my real name which is a little weird on my tongue from lack of use.

"Ben," he purrs, his voice sending delicious shocks directly to my cock. Have I ever been this turned-on by someone so quickly? Maybe it has just been too long since I've gotten laid, and anything and anyone would be getting me this hot and bothered. Or maybe it's just this man.

"It's a simple name, but it suits you," he tells me, and I find my cheeks heating from the compliment.

Ian's voice is deep and smooth like butter.

Does it change when he's in bed with somebody?

I'm dying to find out. Is he a dirty talker?

I fucking hope so.

"What made you come out here all by yourself?" I question, sipping on my beer.

"Likely the same thing as you," he responds. "I needed a break from reality for a couple of days and wanted to do that in a place where I'm free to be unapologetically who I am. Of course, I was also hoping I'd meet a sexy guy like yourself who'd let me fuck him until he can't walk straight."

A shiver of desire rushes down my spine. Fuck, he has a way with words and the ability to turn someone on with his mouth alone. I love a man like that. I'm bi, but when I am with a man, I want someone to fuck me senseless and be the dirtiest talker around. I'm pretty sure Ian is exactly my type.

"Tell me more about yourself," I press and sip more of my beer even though the desire to chug it and say fuck talking is strong.

"Do you really want to get to know me better, or are you just being polite?" he questions with a lifted brow, and his lips quirk upward.

His sky-blue eyes stare at me intently, which makes me wiggle in my chair a little, and I shrug. "You were the one who suggested we sit and finish our drinks," I remind him, making him laugh lightly.

"I guess you're not wrong," he replies. "I'll be honest, I'm kind of a boring person in my day-to-day life."

"Does that mean you'll bore me in bed too?" I tease.

His tongue runs across his upper teeth, and his pupils dilate, causing his eyes to appear a little darker at my sassy response. "I promise I'm anything but boring in bed."

Deciding I've had enough conversation, I chug the rest of my beer, leaning onto the table. "How 'bout you show me what you got then," I encourage. "Unless you're all talk and no action."

The smile that spreads across his face is almost devilish, and I wonder if I made a mistake by poking the bear. "I promise you, baby. I know what I'm doing." His voice is smooth like silk, leaving me all hot and bothered, but I refuse to let that show just yet.

"Prove it," I challenge, raising one of my eyebrows.

With a smooth motion, he pushes the chair back, standing and offering his hand to me. "You've got a bratty side, don't you?" he checks as I take his hand.

"Maybe, is that going to be a problem?"

He chuckles and shakes his head, pulling me into his arms. "Not at all. It's only going to be that much more fun to tame you."

"Many have tried, but none have succeeded," I sass with a smirk.

"I love a challenge," he murmurs, smashing his lips to mine.

He immediately takes control, sliding his tongue into my mouth and twirling it around mine. My cock throbs in the confines of my bathing suit. I'm desperate to be naked with this man now. I shift my hips forward, pressing my erection into his thigh, which causes Ian to growl.

"My room, now," he commands, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.

I snicker but don't complain. I'm beyond fucking excited to have this man show me what he's got. I'm keeping my fingers crossed he isn't all talk and no action because that would be a huge disappointment. Thankfully, I have six days to find someone new if he turns out to be a dud.

When we arrive at his room, he lets us in, then immediately shoves me against the wall, his mouth once again on mine. The kiss is even more demanding and grueling this time. His teeth nip at my lip, causing me to moan into his mouth when he pushes his hard cock against mine.

"You're so fucking hot," he tells me, trailing kisses along my jaw, down to my neck, then lower, stopping at my nipples to give them some attention.

"Fuuuccckkk," I hiss out when he bites my left nipple, my head falling back with a thud against the wall.

He stays at my chest for who knows how long, licking, sucking, and biting. Ian is taking his time with my body, even though I'm desperate for him to fuck me or even just suck me already. But something tells me if I try to force him to hurry, he'll only slow his pace even more, which is the exact opposite of what I want to happen, so I call on all the patience I have, letting him have his way with me.

I've been told orgasms are stronger the longer you have to wait, but I've never tested the theory. I guess I'm going to find out today if it's true.

I'm not sure how long has passed when Ian finally drops to his knees, tracing my abs with his tongue, as he promised earlier. His mouth is close to where I want it but too fucking far away at the same time. My patience is dwindling at a rapid speed, and I thrust my hips forward, desperate for him to grab my cock already.

Ian clicks his tongue. "Do you need me to slow down some more?" he questions.

I shake my head quickly, rubbing the back of it against the wall as I do. "I need you to touch me already," I plead.

When I cast my eyes down at him, he has that devilish smile on his face once again. "I am touching you, baby," he replies, running his hands up and down my outer thighs. He then glides his tongue along the waistband of my Speedo. "What more do you need?"

"I need to be naked with your mouth on my cock," I demand.

He runs his nose along my throbbing cock, over the thin swim fabric. "But I'm having too much fun how we are right now," he explains. "Are you sure you want this to be over with already? I promise if you keep letting me set the pace, this will be the best sexual experience of your life."

I want to argue, but I'm also curious to see what he means. I'm not normally submissive in the bedroom. I am more of a bossy bottom who likes to be in control while still getting my insides rearranged, but for some reason, the idea of giving up that power to Ian is intriguing.

"Okay," I whisper, taking a deep, shaky inhale.

"Good boy," he praises. The words make my cock jolt, pushing the material of my swimsuit forward which has Ian grinning. "Somebody likes to be praised."

I was unaware I had a thing for praise until this moment. No one has called me a good boy before, but his words triggered something inside me. Now, I'm desperate to be the best boy for him. However, I'm sure I'll return to my bratty ways soon enough.

"I'm going to free your cock now, but I want you to stay statue still," he instructs, his fingers digging into my waistband. "Can you do that for me?" I nod, but Ian clicks his tongue again. "Words, baby."

"I can be still," I assure him. "I'll be a good boy."

This might be my first time giving up control in a situation like this, but I'm determined to give it my all. I want to explore this new side of myself I'm just now discovering, and Ian seems like the perfect man to do that with.

He hums his praise. "Yes, you will be because you're eager to please me, aren't you?"

"Yes…" I pause, then try a word that's on the tip of my tongue since he called me a good boy and very clearly is a dominant kind of man. "… Daddy." Once the word falls past my lips, I hold my breath, praying I made the right call and not jumping the gun using a title like that. Honestly, I'm not even sure why that word popped into my head. It just did, and it felt right. Now, I have to pray Ian likes it as much.

He growls low in his throat, sending chills of desire to course through my veins. Fuck, how do I get him to make that sound again?

"That word sounds fucking perfect from your mouth," he tells me, easing all my worries. "I can't wait to hear you scream it when I'm balls deep inside you."

In a fluid motion, Ian rids me of my Speedo, finally allowing my cock some freedom. As the material slips down my legs, I kick out of it and my sandals at the same time.

"So sexy," he murmurs, trailing his tongue from my balls to my tip, swirling it around the crown when he gets to the head.

It takes all my strength to stay still, but I don't want to disobey Ian.

"Keep your eyes on me," he instructs, staring intently into mine.

"Yes, D-d-daddy," I whisper, trying the word for a second time and noticing how it causes a spark of lust-filled desire to light his eyes.

I've never called a man Daddy before today, but I'll admit I'm more than enjoying this exchange with Ian.

"Daddy's going to suck your needy cock, but you are not allowed to come, do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," I repeat.

The title still feels foreign on my tongue, but not unwanted. It's turning me on more than I ever would have thought possible. Who knew I'd enjoy being submissive and had a praise and Daddy kink? I wasn't expecting to learn so much about myself during this trip, but I'm not complaining.

"Good boy," he murmurs, taking my throbbing erection into his warm, wet mouth.

"Shit," I gasp out, gripping his head with both my hands.

Ian swallows me deep down, my length sliding into his throat, causing electric shocks to shoot through my body. Holy. Shit. He doesn't have a gag reflex. I've never been with someone who can take all of me in one go.

I've always prided myself on my stamina, but Ian's talented mouth pushes me to my limits. I curl my toes into the carpet and try my hardest to resist the orgasm that is building deep in my balls.

"Daddy," I plead, this time the title falling almost instinctively. "I want to be a good boy, but if you keep that up, I'm going to blow."

Ian pauses, slowly sliding up my cock, allowing it to fall out of his mouth.

"Thank you for telling me," he praises. "You're not used to edging, are you?"

I shake my head. "This is a first. Most guys I've been with want to get down and dirty as soon as possible."

"How old are you?" he asks, nuzzling my thigh.

"Twenty."

He hums. "That makes more sense then. You're used to quick fucks. I was like that at your age too. How 'bout I let you come in my mouth, then we can move this to the bed, where I'll play with you some more. You'll be allowed to have your second orgasm when I'm balls deep inside you."

"Yes, please," I breathe out, trying not to sound too eager.

He chuckles, lapping at my cock again. "But remember to stay still, baby. I'm the one in charge. If you buck those hips, I'll stop, and you won't reach that high you're desperate for."

"I'll be still. I promise."

He smiles and nods, his brows raised expectantly. "You will because you're a good boy, and you like it when Daddy takes control, don't you?"

Typically, my repones would be a resounding hell no. I've always been the one in charge, and I thought that was how I was always going to like it, but clearly, things have changed, or at least they're different right now anyway.

I bite my lip and bob my head, whispering, "Yes, Daddy."

How is it that calling this man Daddy is so easy for me? You'd think I'd be struggling with this dynamic. Not only am I using an honorific I've never used, but I'm also submitting for the first time. It's almost like second nature. I must have had this side to me all along and just needed a talented older man like Ian to unlock it.

"Come when you're ready," he instructs, sucking my hard length into his mouth once again.

My head falls back, but he doesn't reprimand me for not holding eye contact this time. At least I'm able to keep the rest of my body still, for the time being, anyway.

Ian is a fucking master with his mouth, swallowing my cock down his throat and using the constriction to choke it in a toe-curling way.

"Fuck yes," I cry out when he picks up speed.

His slurps and hums fill the otherwise silent space. I love it. My moans and whimpers become louder, echoing in the room, the closer I am to my release.

"I-I'm close," I stammer, my balls drawing up, and a tingle shoots up my spine.

Ian's eyes meet mine again like he's silently giving me the go-ahead to let go, and I do, shouting so fucking loud my throat burns a little.

My head spins as I shoot my load down Ian's throat, and he swallows every last drop. I've never experienced an orgasm that intense in my entire life. If that was just from a blow job, what is it going to be like when he fucks me?

"Ready to take this to the bed?" Ian asks, rising to his feet, still licking his lips.

It takes me a second to process what he's asked since I'm trying to catch my breath and coming down from such an incredible high. "Do you mind if I have a shower first?" I request when I'm able to form a sentence again. I want to be extra clean for him when he takes my ass.

His lips turn up in that confident grin of his, and he dips his chin. "You can, but don't take too long."

The instant I have his permission, I rush to the bathroom with a giant grin on my face. This might only be a summer fuck, but I'm glad I met Ian today. He allowed me to discover new things about myself that I probably wouldn't have figured out otherwise.