“No, not at all. It’s just, I don’t want you to think that I need to rely on you to live. I’ve done well on my own up until this point, and I just want to continue to be financially independent.”
The fact that we’re practically family, and knowing about Dylan’s financial past, has helped me understand him a lot more. And what I love more is the fact that despite having everything presented to him on a silver platter, the man still wants to do everything on his own. This is why I know that he’s definitely not interested in me just for my money, and I guess that’s what made me fall in love with him, his independence.
“You do realize though, that as your boyfriend, I’m going to want to buy you things and take you out to places. It kind of goes with the title,” I tell him.
“That’s exactly my point. I’m your boyfriend too, so naturally, I’m also going to want to take you out to places and buy you things. I don’t know, I guess for you it’s never been an issue because you’ve always been able to get what you want with no help. I’ve never been able to share things with anyone. I’ve never been able to buy gifts for people and really experience the whole being in love thing, properly. Which is whyI want to be able to do things for you, too.”
My heart skips a beat. This man has completely hypnotized me and has me loving him more and more. I know I keep saying that, but the fact that he’s just poured his entire heart out to me has me more convinced that I’ve chosen a genuine man who is going to love me formeand not just my money.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” I say, placing my hands on his cheeks as I pull him in for a kiss.
“Even with a broken penis?” He chuckles.
“Even with a broken penis,” I assure him.
There’s a knock from within, and I walk through the bedroom and over to the door, pulling it open.
“Room service,” the man on the other side of the door says.
He wheels the cart into our room, resting it out on the balcony next to the table, then he takes the other cart from last night’s dinner and pushes it through the room. As he exits, I signal for him to wait, then reach into my pants pocket of the pants I was wearing last night, pull out my wallet and hand him a one-hundred-dollar bill. After thanking him, he leaves and I close the door behind him before making my way out onto the balcony again.
After we enjoy our breakfast, Dylan kicks off his slippers and loosens the knot on his robe and slides it off his shoulders,allowing it to drop to the floor. He then turns around and steps into the hot tub. I follow suit, and when I get into the hot tub, I walk toward him, his legs are spread and his ass is pressed against the wall. I position myself between his thighs and take him in another kiss, and then I feel him press his body harder against mine. My cock starts to twitch, and I know that I’m not able to start anything with the guy, but the feeling of just having him in my arms is all that I desire right now. Nothing could make this moment anymore perfect than it already is. And then, just as I continue to kiss him sensually, I feel a finger slide up the inside of my ass.
“Jesussss,” I hiss.
“My dick may be out of action, but I still have full use of my fingers.”
The damn son of a bitch.
“Fucking hell, Dylan. What the fuck are you trying to do, destroy me?”
As the sentence leaves my mouth, I feel the force of another finger slide up my ass, this time he twists them around, making circles and stretching me open. He steals a kiss, taking me completely off guard before sliding another finger inside me.
Holy fuck, he’s a goddamn pro.
With three, maybe four fingers inside me, he continues to circle the inside of my asshole while devouring my mouth. I’m in pure fucking heaven right now. Nothing, and I meannothingcould make this moment more perfect. He slides one hand beneath the water and curls his fingers around my now throbbing length, then he begins stroking my dick. I tilt my head backward and let out a loud moan, enjoying the feeling of his palm running up and down my erection. I feel my balls tingle, and I’m close to losing my load.
“You need to stop or I’m going to come,” I warn.
“Yes, and that would be a problem, seeing as this isn’t your pool,” he replies. He brings his hand back up to the surface and we embrace in another passionate kiss. Making the most of the opportunity, I slide my hand under the water and slide a single digit up his asshole, then thrust it upward. He pulls his lips from mine and a loud curse leaves his mouth.
“Fuckkkk.”
“You’re not the only one with talented fingers,” I say.
“That’s not the only thing that’s talented, your cock is weeping for some attention,” he says. “Let me take care of it for you.”
He places his hands on my ass cheeks, then lifts me up out of the water and sits me down on the edge of the spa. He spreads my legs apart, then grabs hold of my aching dick and lowers his head before swallowing my dick. I look down and watch it disappear between his lips and let out a loud groan as I tilt my head backward. He continues sucking on my dick, and all I can do is sit and enjoy every second of it.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
Removing his lips, Dylan blows a breath across my wet skin and that has me squirming as I grab the back of his head with both my hands and push his head down. His lips part and once I’m inside his mouth, I push his head all the way down until I hear him gag. I remove the pressure, allowing him to come up for some air, but only for a brief moment before I push his head down again. I feel my balls tingle once more, and I know it’s only a matter of seconds, maybe a minute if I’m lucky, before I lose my load. He pulls his mouth off with a light pop, then wraps a fist around my dick and begins to tug on the sensitive skin. With his free hand, he slides his palm up my stomach and chest,then brings his thumb to my mouthand I suck on it. Inserting another finger, I worship the two with my tongue, and with his fist still curled around my dick, he angles his head upward, and when I poke my tongue out between my lips, he takes it with his mouth and sucks on it. No matter what this guy does, he can easily turn me on more than I already am. Honestly, I think he was a porn star in a past life.
Right now, I’m really fucking struggling to stop myself from bending him over and ramming my cock so far up his ass that he’ll scream until the cows come home. I know I told him that I wasn’t a sex-crazed maniac, butdamn,the way the cocky bastard is working me up right now, he’s making it increasingly difficult for me to control myself, when I know I have no choice.
“You’re a fucking menacing cock tease, you know that?”
“And what’s your point?” he replies.
