It was my turn to wash Joel, so I held my hands out for some shower gel and proceeded to torture him with my hands.
“Don’t come,” I whispered in his ear.
“Fuuuck, David, you’re going to have to keep your hands to yourself if you don’t want this to go any further.
“Oh, I want it to go further.” I winked. “Much further...” I let that comment float around us and washed my hair before I got out of the shower and dried my body with the fluffiest towel known to humankind. Joel followed me with a pout and the saddest face he could muster until I suggested going down for breakfast since they were still serving.
We didn’t talk about the subject again. I loved that I could talk about my fears with Joel without feeling judged. He asked questions purely to understand my point of view, and then he’d challenge it. I had nothing else to hide from him. He knew all my issues, well, apart from one. I was absolutely terrified of the day he had to return to New York, and there were two reasons for it. I didn’t know if I could now live without him in my life every day, and I was afraid that once he was gone, I’d never see him again.
After breakfast, we got our swimming shorts on and went to relax on the grass under the shade of a palm tree. The swimming pool was shaped like a lagoon with lots of plants and small trees giving it a few secluded corners where you couldn’t be seen by anyone. I took full advantage of that a few times by catching Joel off guard and pressing him against the wall of the swimming pool and kissing the life out of him. The first time I’d done it, he’d gone all wide-eyed, clearly not expecting me to kiss him openly like that until he realized that while we weren’t completely covered up by the plants, it was unlikely that we’d be seen.
We played this game of cat and mouse, taking turns until we were both too turned on to stay by the pool only in our shorts.
“You go ahead, and I’ll check in with reception if they can arrange an early breakfast we can take away tomorrow. I’ll be right up,” Joel said.
When Joel got back to the room not ten minutes later, he was holding a tray with some fresh fruit and a plate with six custard tarts. He looked like he was struggling with the tray, but my hands were busy, so I stayed where I was until he finally looked at me after setting the tray on the desk.
“Fuuuck,” Joel said in a low voice.
I was lying on the bed, naked and leisurely stroking my erection.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
“Wh...what?” Joel looked positively out of sorts. His eyes checked me out from head to toe, lingering slightly on the motion of my hand, and I felt a rush of confidence take over me. The tent in his swimming shorts was inviting, and I licked my lips in a very clear message.
Joel's eyes locked on my mouth, but suddenly he shook his head and said, “No! No, you’re not supposed... fuck, you’re so sexy, David.”
“I’m confused. You want me to stop?”
“No, yes, argh, I’m making a mess of this.”
I had no idea what he was talking about.
“Joel, come sit here.” I patted the space on the bed next to me, and he moved to join me.
“What’s up?”
He sighed. “I wanted to do something to you, but then I came in, and you were like that looking all sexy, and my brain stopped, and now I can’t even remember my name.”
“I was only warming up for you, sweetheart. What did you want to do to me?”
While Joel was getting up the courage to tell me what he’d been fantasizing about, I started taking his clothes off, stopping only to give his dick a few strokes.
“Okay, so now who’s going outside to get the beers I left on the floor by the door?” He chuckled.
I got up and got to the door in two seconds. Opening it carefully, I poked my head out and checked no one was coming before I grabbed the beers. On my way back to the bed, I passed by the tray and picked the plate with the custard tarts.
“Hey, those are mine!” Joel cried.
“Really? All of them?”
Joel took the plate from me and placed it on the bedside table. It was only then that I realized there was a small spoon on the plate too. He asked me to sit on the bed and then sat on my thighs facing me.
The next hour was the most erotic of my life as Joel used the small spoon to scoop the custard from each tart and fed it to me alternating with kissing me. My mouth wasn’t the only part of my body to get some of the delicious custard. He accidentally got some custard on my chest, which he helped clean with his tongue. And when once again an accidental scoop of custard fell on my cock, he sucked it all clean until I was writhing under him and cursing the gods of baking.
After he decided he was full, Joel took both of us in his hand and stroked us until we both came so hard and loud I hoped the guests in the room next door weren’t in.
We were both a sticky mess for all the right reasons, and I was contemplating hiring someone to bake the custard tarts for me at the café because that would be the only way I wouldn’t sport an erection for the whole of my shift at work from now on.
Joel got up before me to get the shower started. “Your custard tarts are better,” he shouted toward the room.
“Damn right they are.”
