“It tickles,” he protests but doesn’t push me away. My hand strays from where it’s resting at the low of his back and slides down, groping one firm globe of ass. “Mm. Stop what you’re doing right now! We have an agenda for the day and we are already running behind!”
“So we might as well make it count, no?”
He wiggles out of my hold, planting his hands on his hips. “Nice try, dork. Let’s go. I found this really nice restaurant by the cliffs. Our reservation is in ten minutes, and it takes fifteen to get there.”
Charlie wasn’t joking when he said he has an agenda prepared. He keeps me occupied for the entire afternoon after we enjoy amazing grilled fish and salad for lunch, taking me to a secluded beach first and then to the central one. We dip into the clear and warm water more than a couple times, and then we get on a small boat. It takes us on a scenic ride around the paradise-like island. Since it’s past the peak for the tourist season, the sights aren’t as crowded as I imagine they were two weeks ago, making it easy to take plenty of dorky photos without being interrupted.
We are back at the hotel just as the sun starts to set. After a quick shower, we head out for dinner, which takes place in another quaint little restaurant with excellent food. We hit abeach club too, the loud music reverberating through me as we dance for a while under the clear, starry sky.
“This was so much fun!” Charlie says as we get back to the suite.
I wrap him in my arms from behind and inhale him, his scent settling in my bones. “It was. And not just the bar. I enjoyed today.”
“I’m glad.” He spins around and hugs me back, his lips grazing along my sternum. “Hey. You mind swinging by the vending machine at the reception? I’m suddenly craving ice cream.”
“Chocolate and hazelnut?”
“If they have it. Otherwise, anything with chocolate is fine.”
I kiss his head. “Alright. Be right back.”
It takes me ten minutes to locate the vending machine, and then another ten to work out which ice cream is which because there are no pictures and the ladies at the reception are busy with guests. I pick two different flavors and make my way back to our floor.
Then I pause. The door to our suite is open. I’m pretty sure I closed and locked it, since Charlie was about to get into the shower. Did he go out somewhere? But he wouldn’t forget to lock; he’s the paranoid type that checks twice.
Nerves a little on edge, I quietly slip inside our suite. The lights are off, with the only source of illumination being what seeps in through the windows and balcony door. I frown.
“Charlie? I got your ice cream…”
I flick the light switch, but nothing happens. Did the fuse go? In this day and age and without a single cloud in the sky?
“In here!” Charlie responds a heartbeat later, his voice a little breathy.
I narrow my gaze at the bedroom at the end of the hallway, the door cracked open. Golden candlelight seeps out, flutteringand dancing along the floor. Suspicious, I approach. My pulse picks up as the smell of cotton candy reaches my nostrils.
“Charlie?” I push open the door. “What are you—”
“Meow!”
My jaw hits the floor, my eyes trying to pop out of their sockets. Charlie is draped sideways over the armchair by the window, dressed in nothing but a pair of lacy armbands, cat ears, stockings and a cat tail that—I suck in a sharp breath—is plugged into his delicious ass.
“Welcome back, Master!” he says, arching his back and showcasing the collar with the bell he’s also put on. “I see you found me some ice cream. I guess they restocked after I emptied the machine of the chocolate flavor this morning.”
Laugher explodes out of me, my cock swelling so fast you’d think it’s a runner sprinting the last ten meters to the finish line. In its defense, the finish line is veryverytempting and I can’t wait to get my hands on it.
“Charlie,” I say, licking my lips as my eyes feast on the gorgeous display he’s put on for me. “What is this?”
“Oh, this?” He aches his back again and pushes out his hips, stroking the cat tail like he’s stroking a dick. “It’s my surprise for you. Or did you think that a fun day full of activities and some fondling on the beach is all you’d get?”
In all honestly, I thought his surprise was that bar. The DJ played all my favorite songs and we sat in the VIP area with the booths, so I could touch and tease him to my heart’s content without it turning into a public sex show.
Dick straining against my shorts, I place the ice cream on top of the drawer by the door and walk further into the room. A leather whip lies on the bed next to a bunch of lube packets, some of them empty. I lick my lips. I’d have loved to see Charlie plugging himself with the tail. Next time, I’ll ask him to show me.
“I wouldn’t have complained,” I confess, my breath hitching when he sits up facing forward and spreads his legs. A pink ribbon that matches the ones on his cat ears is wrapped around his flushed cock. It looks so enticing my mouth waters immediately. “But this here certainly made everything ten times better.”
He waves his hand at me like it’s a paw, his dick bouncing with the movement. “Meow, meow. Isn’t it? Now, why don’t you get naked so this catboy can take care of you, Master.”
I snort. It’s sexy as hell, but also a little funny. In an endearing way. I can’t believe Charlie went and made my catboy cosplay fantasy a reality. He loves to dress up and we’ve visited more than a few conventions in the past year, but he always turned me down when I jokingly asked him if he’d be into something like this. I wondered about it every time—seeing as we both have a penchant for trying out different kinks—and I guess this must’ve been the reason. He wanted to make tonight special and he’s nailed it like a champ. The bar will be extra high for me next year. I’m looking forward to it though, so I can try wowing him like he wowed me.
