Our naked bodies fit perfectly together—always have—and as much as I want to continue this …
I roll away from him and out of bed. “As much as my cock wants you, I have to take a leak. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
Ollie chuckles but follows me into the bathroom.
“I don’t need any help. Thanks though.”
My boyfriend laughs again and gets in the shower.
He’s not much of a talker in the morning.
After I piss, I reach to flush the toilet, but Ollie’s gruff voice stops me.
“Don’t even dare.”
I smirk and press it, stealing cold water from the shower, and he screeches as he jumps away from the spray.
Then he crooks a finger at me. “Get your ass in here.”
“Why? You gonna spank it? Voyeurism kink, spanking … This vacation has been enlightening.”
“Get your butt in here, will you?”
Reluctantly, I do and await a punishment that doesn’t come.
Instead, Ollie pulls me close and wraps his arms around me. “We got plans for the day?”
“Don’t think so. Everyone’s doing their own thing. What’d you have in mind?”
He turns us and presses me against the tile. Warm water beats down on us, getting him more so than me, and I shiver from the cold at my back.
“I have a really great idea.” Ollie’s using his sex voice, and my dick is fully on board.
“Let me guess, it has something to do with getting dirty before we get clean?”
Ollie’s hand moves down my side, over my ass, and grips my thigh so I wrap my leg around his waist. He lowers his head, his lips meeting mine hard. His tongue ravishes my mouth.
I cannot get enough of this man, and I don’t think I ever will.
Our lower halves grind against one another while I mentally beg Ollie to reach for my cock. It’s hard and needy.
We don’t have telepathy—clearly—because instead of doing what I want, his fingers tease my balls and then inch closer to his favorite spot. Mine too. His middle finger circles my rim, and I let out a loud, begging breath, but where I expect him to push inside, he pulls back with a laugh.
“Actually, I was thinking something else.”
Ollie ducks his head under the water and rinses off, leaving me breathing heavy and confused as to what just happened.
“You’re fucking edging me?” I grumble.
“Punishment for stealing my water. Plus, you know you love it.”
“Not right now, I don’t.”
“You will later.”
“Like, as soon as we’re out of the shower?” My tone is way too full of hope for Ollie to agree to that.
“Nope.”
Damn it.
“Get cleaned up and meet me in bed.” With a kiss to the top of my head, Ollie gets out of the shower and dries off.
I rush through the rest of my shower but make sure to clean everywhere.
Only, when I’m done and walk back into our room completely naked, Ollie’s fully dressed on the bed with his laptop open.
“I get it. It’s your plan to blue-ball me all day,” I say.
“Maybe. Depends on how bored I get watching this.” He spins the laptop to face where I’m standing, and the browser’s open to the official Major League Baseball site.
“I’m confused.”
Ollie shrugs. “I know how much you love baseball, and you’ve been missing out since being here. We have nothing to do today, so …”
“We’re in Fiji. Shouldn’t we do Fiji things?”
“You were willing to spend the day in bed having sex. What’s the difference?”
“Uh, both of us will enjoy sex. You don’t like baseball.”
“I like baseball enough. I just can’t follow it.”
I snort. “How hard is it to follow? Hit the ball and run.”
“Yeah, but then there’s things like double plays—”
“When there’s two outs on the one play.”
“And, like, fly ball, pop ball, line drive … It’s too much for my small hockey-orientated brain. You know it can’t hold a lot of information.”
I have no idea what Ollie’s up to, but I go with it and climb on the bed next to him while refusing to put any clothes on. I grab my glasses from the bedside table and slide them on.
“You’re not even gonna go with shorts or something?” Ollie asks, eyeing my naked form.
“Nope. If you’re going to tease me, you need to be punished as well.”
“Brave move, but if you insist.” Ollie clicks on the Blue Jays versus Yankees game to live stream it.
It’s a slow game, neither team on the scoreboard yet. The Yankees get a shot with loaded bases and only one out, but the Blue Jays’ pitcher pulls through under pressure and strikes out the next two batters.
Every now and then Ollie will ask a question as if he’s genuinely interested in the answer, which he’s never done before.
Usually when I watch baseball, he’ll play games on his phone or go for a workout. He leaves me to watch my first love in peace.