“Does it hurt?” I ask.
“It stings more than anything. I guess I’m lucky I was sporting a raging hard-on when it happened, otherwise the consequences could have been more disastrous if I wasn’t.”
Not being able to control myself, I let out a roar of laughter.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, it’s not funny.”
“Given the circumstances around how it happened it is. It’s good that we can laugh about it.”
The rest of the flight goes fairly smoothly, and thankfully uneventful on my part. It’s not exactly how I planned on starting this romantic getaway. I spent most of the remaining journey apologizing to Dylan. I’ve never bitten a guy before, even when I’ve had rough sex, and to be bitten in an area so sensitive must have hurt like fuck. I know he told me he’s okay, but I think he’s just trying to hide the fact how much it must have actually hurt him. After landing at Terrance B. Lettsome Airporton Beef Island in the early hours of the morning, Cameron parks the plane at one of the hangers and we disembark the plane. Grabbing our bags, Dylan and I head to the helipad where there is a helicopter waiting for us.
“Another flight?” Dylan asks.
“The chopper takes us directly to the resort. There’s no runway on the island, so I can’t fly the jet there. It’ll only take us twenty or so minutes, then I promise there’s no more flying until we go home.”
He gives me a reassuring smile before getting into the chopper. I follow after him, and the two of us take our seats. The pilot joins us a few minutes later, giving us both a headset with microphones and orders us to fasten our seatbelts. Once we’re equipped with our gear and secured in our seats, he starts the engine and the rotor blades above us start to turn, followed by the tail rotors. The pilot does several checks and makes notes on his clipboard and we hear him speak through the microphone through our headsets. The engine roars louder, and louder and after a few moments, the chopper lifts off the helipad. It rises through the air, higher and higher above sea level and then starts its flight.
It only takes about twenty minutes to reach the island. When the chopper lands on the helipad, we remove our headsets and unbuckle our seatbelts then carefully disembark the chopper. After thanking the pilot, he bids us a farewell and flies off. With our bags in hand, Dylan and I proceed off the helipad where a young woman greets us holding a tray with two glasses filled with liquid.
“Good morning, Mr. Samuels, Mr. Lewis, welcome to Necker Island. Mr. Branson has informed us of your arrival.”
“Hello, oh, Necker Water,” I say, grabbing one of the filled glasses and hand it to Dylan before taking the second one for myself.
“If you’ll both just follow me, I will show you to your room.”
She leads the way, and the two of us follow closely behind her, sipping on our Necker Water.
“Necker Water? Tastes more like champagne to me,” Dylan says.
“I think it is. Necker Water is just some fancy name they call it for guests.”
After a short walk, we stop outside one of the suites, the woman pushes open the door and holds it open for the two of us to enter. Once we’re inside, we bid a farewell to the woman who closes the door behind her. We move to the bedroom and I place my bags on the bed, then wander over to the window and admire the breathtaking view outside.
“This place is beautiful, we’re definitely––”
I spin around to find Dylan lying fast asleep on the bed. A smile washes over me. I walk over to the bed toward Dylan, trying not to make a sound. I place the bags on the floor, then carefully remove his shoes, placing them on the floor also, then carefully pull the covers down from beneath him. Once the covers are down, I slide Dylan’s feet onto the bed and pull up the covers. He stirs but remains asleep. Being quiet, I quickly pull off my shoes, remove my shirt and crawl into bed beside him.
Dylan
December 23.
It’s after midday when I finally open my eyes. I roll over onto my left side to see the bed empty beside me. I look down at my clothes, noticing that they’re the same as when we arrived. I throw the covers off and swivel around so my feet are on the ground, then reach into my pocket and pull out my phone to see a text from Liam.
Liam: I was up early and didn’t want to wake you. Going to explore the island for a while to let you sleep. I’ll be back soon.
Thankfully we’d remembered to organize international roaming for our phones. Not that we needed to stay in touch with anyone back home, but in case there was an emergency and someone needed to contact us. Noticing my low battery, I find my charger and place my phone on the nightstand to charge, I then head to the bathroom and decide on a nice, soothing shower. I strip out of my clothes, tossing them to the floor, and when I get to my underwear, I slide them down to my ankles andnotice a lump and some bruising down on my groin area, and when I move to the mirror for a closer look, I can see that my pubic tubercle is swollen and red with a tiny bit of dried blood around it. I reach down and gently rub over the tender area and whimper in pain.
I get into the shower and turn on the faucet, then allow the water to ooze all over my aching body. Grabbing the soap, I lather it all over my body and as I reach down to tend to my groin area, I moan in more pain. I finish showering and then step out into the bathroom, wrapping the towel around my waist. As I step out into the bedroom, I find Liam sitting on the bed on his phone.
“Good afternoon, sleepy head,” he says with a smile. He gets up off the bed, walks over to me and presses a kiss to my mouth. “You smell so good,” he says.
“Thanks,” I say, halfheartedly.
He stares into my eyes and gives me a questioning look.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
I look at him for a moment, not saying a single word, then reach down and untuck the corner of the towel, dropping it to the floor. Liam’s eyes immediately zero in on my groin area and his eyes widen.
