“There. All done,” he says.
“Now it’s your turn,” I tell him.
Once he’s on his stomach, I lather some lotion on my palms and begin covering his back, massage his neck and shoulders, then lower my hands to his cheeks, thighs, and calves before coming to a stop on his toes. He rolls over and I proceed with the front of his body, and when my fingers reach his groin, I first curl my fingers around his sack and give his balls a gentle squeeze. He groans and closes his eyes, tilting his head backward as I cover them with lotion. When I’m done with his sack, I slide my thumb and forefinger up his veiny length, covering it in lotion and then curl my fist around it. I begin fist fucking his cock, pulling the skin back and then glide my tongue across the tip. Liam bucks his hips forward and lets out a loud curse as I repeat the gesture several times until the precum peeps its waythrough the tip. I poke at it with my thumb, soaking up the sticky substance before bringing it to my mouth where I lick it off with my tongue.
“Areyouenjoying yourself?” he asks, mocking my earlier question.
“Don’t lie there and pretend you didn’t just enjoy that as much as I did,” I tell him.
“Who’s pretending? But you’re still a fucking tease,” he replies.
When I’m done, I crawl off him and over to my pillow where I lie on my back and anchor myself up on my elbows. I turn my head to Liam and he turns to face me, giving me a wide smile.
“Are you happy?” he asks.
“Being here with you, I couldn’t be happier. This is the best Christmas I could have ever asked for, and I owe it all to you.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Dylan. All I want is for you to be happy.”
“I am happy, more than I think you know. Liam, never in a million years, could I have ever imagined a Christmas Day like this. Me, naked on a private, remote island with a strikingly handsome naked man lying beside me.”
“Strikingly handsome?” he questions.
I lower my brows and reply, “You know you’re fucking hot, so get over yourself.”
We chuckle and then continue to absorb the sun’s rays as we stare out onto the ocean. There’s no one around, and in all honesty, it’s quite relaxing, lying here in the sand totally naked and relaxing all my aching muscles. Although, thanks to Liam’s talented hands, they’re not aching anymore.
We both must have dozed off because I find myself flickering my eyes open and covering them with my hand as I stare up into the sky at the sun. I roll over to find Liam still asleep beside me, he looks so peaceful and innocent. I look down at my skin, still glistening from the lotion. I get to my feet and walk toward the water, then go for a casual stroll with my feet in the water. It’s nice and cool and refreshing as I wriggle my toes. I continue along the water, occasionally looking behind me at Liam who is still lying peacefully on the towel. When I get to the dock, I walk along the pier until I get to the very end and turn around. As I make my way back to shore, I look to my left and notice three windmills on the hilltop. I hadn’t noticed those before and I wonder what they’re used for. With my feet in the water, I walk back and when I catch up to Liam, he’s now sitting up.
“Where did you wander off to?” he asks.
“I just wanted to go for a walk and enjoy the serenity. When I opened my eyes, you were still fast asleep and I didn’t want to wake you. I know how early you wake up every morning and figured you were exhausted, so I wanted to let you sleep.”
“How very considerate of you,” he tells me.
I sit myself down on the towel, curl my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them.
“So, what’s the plan for the rest of the day?” I ask.
“Whatever you want. The world is your oyster and the sky’s the limit.”
“When do we have to leave?”
“Tomorrow morning. I promised Richard we’d be gone before noon. He has a ton of bookings over the holidays. And while I heavily compensated him for our time here, I didn’t want to take any bookings away from him.”
“You didn’t tell me you paid for this trip. All you said was that you and Richard were close, personal friends.”
“I didn’t think it was important. Besides, his staff still needed to be paid. After all, they have been working the entire time we’ve been here.”
He makes a valid point, but I can’t believe he did all this just for me. I know that money isn’t an issue for him, but sometimes it still hurts me to know that I can never repay him for any of this. Time and time again, he’s told me that he doesn’t care about money, and he doesn’t want a single penny from me, but it still doesn’t make how I’m feeling any easier.
“What’s that look for?” he continues.
“What look?”
“That ‘there’s something I have to ask you’ look. I know it all too well now.”
“I don’t have a look; there is no look.”
