Chapter Ten
~Bailey~
Our first night on the island had proven to be too much Too much sun, too much sand, too much food, and far too much fresh air. I had never slept so well in my entire twenty-eight years. I woke before Nolan and instead of disturbing him, I slid quietly from the bed, tossed on a pair of swim shorts, and grabbing my good old i-Pod from my bag.
Unfortunately, I had only managed to catch the tail end of the sunrise, but it promised to be a gorgeous day. Something about sitting on the secluded end of the huts porch, the heat from the sun warming my skin, the cool water on my toes, and the scent of the crisp salty air restored the feeling of relaxation I remembered as a kid, when the only thing you worried about was getting home before curfew and what mom had made for dinner.
I splashed my foot back and forth in the water and turned my music up just enough that it wouldn’t bother anyone else. Leaning back on my elbows, looking out at the picture-perfect view of the ocean and enjoying the rays of perfect sunshine, I hoped to improve my tan.
The Light by Disturbed started playing when I noticed two people swimming off in the distance to my left, towards the morning horizon. They must have been the couple from next doors hut which was blocked from my view. Deval was right, hut fifteen was the best. They stopped and bobbed in the water before embracing, they floated for a short while before their voices rose above the sound of the surf, angry voices from what I could tell.
The one man with extreme platinum blond hair pushed free of the darker haired man’s hold and swam off towards the shore, while the other man slowly ventured behind. Obviously, someone wasn’t having a good time, and seeing as I had no interest in knowing what they were arguing about, I turned up my tunes, lifted my face to the sun and closed my eyes.
“I brought out the sunblock,” Nolan spoke softly, so as not to startle me. “You’re not supposed to get too much sun on your leg. Want some help putting it on?”
Nolan sat down beside me offering the tube of sunscreen with a smile. He was shirtless, had an amazing six-pack that was perfectly matched left to right. I should be jealous, it took me forever to perfect my uneven abs, but I was too busy enjoying the view.
“Be my guest,” I smiled. “I hate getting my hands all greasy.”
“I hope that only applies to sunscreen,” Nolan smirked, squeezing out a palm full of sunscreen and dispersing it between both hands.
“Bite the pillow boys, we’re going in dry,” I laughed and Nolan joined me. I flinched when the cold lotion touched the warm skin on my stomach. “Shit, that’s cold.”
“Sorry,” Nolan rubbed the lotion across my belly and over my chest, stretching across me to reach my other shoulder, placing a sweet kiss on my forehead. “You should have woke me. Have you been up long?”
“Not really,” the smirk on my face gave away the hidden innuendo, as Nolan’s eyes caught sight of the twitch starting in my shorts.
It was unavoidable, the way his hand felt on my skin, not to get aroused. Teasing and creating diversions with each other’s libidos, all the while craving more, was brutal. But, I had to admit, I was enjoying the game, for the moment anyway.
“I see,” Nolan stared into my eyes, his face mere inches from my own, as his hand slowly lagged through the tangle of hair on my chest.
“Why don’t you kiss me properly?” I invited, my voice husky and low as my shorts strained against my erection the closer Nolan’s hand trailed to my waistband.
Nolan’s mouth closed over mine, his hand dipping into the waist of my swim shorts, scrubbing at my pubic hair as I moaned, my hips involuntarily lifting as I laid back. As Nolan’s hand pulled away, I grasped onto his wrist with a growl.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Nowhere,” Nolan touching my cheek. “I have too much lotion on my hands.”
Nolan dipped his hands into the water, washing off the lotion and wiping his hands on his shorts, before lying at my side.
“All clean,” Nolan held up his hand watching as I grasped hold of his wrist, gently directing it to the sizable lump in my pants. “I enjoy how responsive you are to me, Bailey.”
“Very,” I grinned, loving the way Nolan’s hand kneaded me. “The question is how receptive are you?”
I place my hand on his bare chest as it rose and fell with each breath. Moving at a painstaking speed, watching his facial expression change from controlled to wanton in the matter of a minute. He had a nice sized chub swelling in his pants too, as I placed my palm against it and gently pressed down.
“Nolan, take me,” I shamelessly begged. “I’m as horny as fuck.”
“Right here?” Nolan whispered. “Right now?”
I know he liked to think I was submissive, but fuck. My brow furrowed at the thought of being denied as Nolan tugged my legs up onto the porch and smiled as he lay opposite me, tugging my shorts to my knees. I licked my lips and followed suite, dragging Nolan’s shorts off and throwing them into the water.
“Hey!”
“I’ll buy you a new pair.”
I spit into my hand and clamped onto Nolan’s cock, his moan stolen on the breeze as it wafted past. I stroked him slow and gently, enjoying the feel of the thick veins along his shaft as it pulsed in my hand, the purple crown shiny and smooth. He was large and my mouth watered in anticipation of tasting him. I licked the pre-cum that was beaded at the tip and let out a groan, as Nolan’s warm wet lips slid along my shaft causing my body to quake.
I caressed Nolan’s balls, they were smooth and clean as was most of him, except for a small groomed patch at the base of his cock. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, the man had an able mouth, his tongue making snake-like moves and his fingers teasing the crack of my rear-end. I sucked Nolan into the back of my throat, trying to keep it relaxed, my gag reflex threatening as I swallowed. His free hand wove into my hair giving it an insistent tug.
Giving head wasn’t my forte, but I was doing something right, given the way Nolan was gyrating and moaning with pleasure. Past partners weren’t interested in a blowjob, they wanted a fast and dirty fuck, and I was usually left to take care of myself afterwards. But this felt different, like Nolan was into what I was doing and he was in no rush to stop me. Nor was I in a rush to break away from our sixty-nine. The addition of possibly being discovered here on the porch only made it that much sexier.
“Oh, Bailey,” Nolan groaned, as he stroked me. “Faster.”
Pulling away with a popping sound, I squeezed Nolan’s ass cheek as I whispered, “Slow, now fast, how about we just let this happen. Don’t speak, suck.”
“Mmm…” Nolan mumbled around my cock, sucking me deep into his throat without mercy.
With one hand grasping Nolan’s thigh and the other holding his head in place, I rocked my hips in an aggressive pattern, fucking his mouth and groaning around his delicious cock. His noises were muffled, his hand rubbing along the back of my thigh, the sweat pouring off of both of us as we grew closer to orgasm under the heat of the morning sun.
As that familiar tingle raced along my spine, my palm pressed against Nolan’s forehead, a warning I was getting close. He broke away and smiled as he spit onto my cock wrapping his hand around and jacking me while my mouth kept working him.
Breaking away in fear I may bite off his dick when I came, I called out his name and the first spurt of jizz burst into the air, landing with a splatter on my chest. After a few more smaller bursts Nolan raced to his knees, jacking his cock as he knelt over me. His hot jizz sprayed onto my chest pooling with mine own juices and glistened like a puddle of diamonds in the sun. I bit into my bottom lip loving the look of satisfaction on Nolan’s beautiful face and rolled onto my side, purposely dropping into the cool ocean water. I heard Nolan’s infectious laugh moments before he cannonballed into the water, the spray showering over my head.
“I’m starving,” I told Nolan, wrapping my arms around his neck, my legs around his hips, my bare flesh pressed against his and my cock giving a twitch. It always seemed alive around him.
For a moment, I thought about multiple orgasms. I could do it as a teenager, I wondered if Nolan had it in him to give it a try. Then he spoke, interrupting my thoughts.
“I need caffeine,” Nolan informed me, kissing my forehead and carrying me back to the ladder on the porch. “When is our first spa session?”
“Eleven, I think,” I hopped up a few steps, Nolan’s hand slapping against my wet skin, sending a bolt of pleasure rushing up my spine. “Hey!”
“The view from down here is glorious,” he winked. “All pink and fuzzy. If I didn’t want coffee so badly, I’d take a bite out of that.”
Nolan had me hard again. I hopped up onto the porch and into the hut while he was still climbing from the water and locked myself in the washroom. Stepping under the spray of the shower, I allowed the light stream of water to wash over my face as I let out a long drawn out breath. Where the hell had my control gone?
~
Breakfast was outstanding. From the garden-fresh fruit and the freshly ground coffee, right down to the warm baked biscuits and homemade waffles. There was always something about food when you were on vacation that made it taste better, but nothing compared to the food on an island. I sat back stuffed to the gills, sipping on the best coffee I’d ever had. Yes, even the coffee served fresh from my own place didn’t compare. I vowed to get a hold of the kitchen manager and find out where I could get my hands on these beans.
Nolan set down his cup, wiping the corners of his mouth with a linen napkin and looking at his watch. The turquoise of his t-shirt brought out the gold flecks in his eyes as they met mine, the corners of his mouth curled into a contented smile.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked, taking the last sip of coffee from my cup and sitting the mug on my empty plate.
“We have an appointment.”
“Do we have to?”
“Yes,” Nolan insisted as he pushed out his chair. “How else can I rate this place if we don’t experience all that they offer?”
We walked along a path with arrows pointing in the direction of a building that resembled an elaborate tiki hut with all glass walls and a grass roof, Nolan held my hand while leading the way. The spa was luxuriously impressive. Once we stepped through the glass sliding doors, we were greeted by welcoming chilled air, infused with soft scents of lemongrass and coconuts. Two men I believed to be native to the island approached offering white terry robes and slippers. They directed us to a large open change room and assigned us lockers that coincidently opened with the same ID cards as our hut. Stranger still, and slightly creepy, was the fact that the two men stood with their backs to us while we changed, after giving us instructions to remove everything.
“So, what are we having done?” I asked. I had never been to a spa, I had no idea what to expect. “A nice manicure and pedicure?”
“No, I think Pete and Jeff are booked for those, I don’t want to bump into them,” Nolan chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought. “Let’s get hot oil massages?”
“I’d rather have a facial,” I suggested. “I’m not really into some stranger’s hands all over me like that.”
Touchy feely wasn’t my bag, unless, of course, Nolan was involved, then and only then I was more than game. Just the idea of strange hands anywhere on my person gave me the willies. I visibly shuddered at the thought and Nolan laughed.
“Okay, facials it is.”
“Wait right here,” one of the two men in white instructed.
We sat in comfortable plush chairs while we waited, holding hands and feeling uncomfortable knowing we were in a public place, naked beneath the terry cloth. Well, I was anyway.
“Hey, that’s Pete,” Nolan pointed out as Pete sauntered lazily in our direction, his hands in his pockets, his sandals scuffing along the slate floors.
“Gentlemen,” he snickered as he passed us.
“Wait,” Nolan called to him. “Where’s Jeff?”
“He got conned into some expensive treatment,” Paul laughed. “Diane ain’t gonna be thrilled if they foot her with some bill she didn’t agree to. I wasn’t staying around while they talked me into some bullshit treatment I didn’t need and charged me out the wazoo.”
“They can do that?” I asked.
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
“I smell a money-making scheme,” I wiggled my brow for effect. “All-inclusive my ass.”