“I like your jacket, Kay,” Saxon said.
“Thank you.” I looked at the floor. I was afraid he wasn’t going to like me. Obviously, Donny was more interesting than me. But then we started talking about our clothes and the other people at the party, and slowly I started relaxing. I liked Saxon. He was gorgeous and charming, and soon all three of us were playing with the action figures and rescuing the teddys.
Then Donny got a bit brazen. “Daddy Saxon. You’re sexy. Want to go to one of the private rooms downstairs with Kay and me?”
“Both of you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. We like each other.” Donny grabbed my hand and tugged. “We want you to join us.”
“Well…” He looked at both of us, but still not in that raw, hungry way the other daddies had. It was more appreciative of what he was seeing. “I was wondering how the hell I’d ever choose between you.”
“Ooh…Daddy, you said a bad word…” Donny giggled. He was too stinking cute, and I had to laugh, too.
“I did. Well. Let’s go see if I can make that up to you.” He stood and held out a hand to both of us. I took it, feeling his warmth and wanting to feel that big hand all over my body.
We checked in with another guy, who was also dressed like the doorman, and Daddy Saxon had to sign for a room. We were escorted through several hallways, which made me wonder how big this place actually was. Finally, the guy opened a door for us.
I was sort of expecting something dark and overtly sexy, but this wasn’t that. The walls were a calm taupe, with darker woodfloors, and the king-sized bed was set in a little nook with a decorative, wood-accented ceiling above it. A couple of gray and burgundy throw rugs anchored the space. Overall, it was serene, and that included a table and chair combo off to the side. There was a golden tray on one of the nightstands that had supplies, including condoms, lube, and wet wipes.
Donny wolf whistled while fiddling with the contents. “They thought of everything.”
I looked over his shoulder. “Mmm…right.”
Daddy Saxon slid in between us and took the condoms out of Donny’s hand. “We may or may not get to these.” He tossed it back on the tray. “Why don’t we start with a few kisses?” He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. His thighs were huge, straining the material of his jeans.
Donny didn’t hesitate to climb up and throw his arms around Saxon’s neck. If they ended up together, I’d be happy for them. They looked hot as fuck.
“You too, Kay.” Saxon stretched out his arm to me. Slowly, I stepped closer. I was unsure about this, but with his encouragement, I climbed up on his other leg. Daddy was a big guy. “How about a kiss?” He wrapped his arm around my back, underneath my jacket, and I felt the heat seeping through against my bare skin.
I nodded and leaned in. Daddy gave me a small peck. His lips were as warm as the rest of his body. He slid his tongue inside, slowly, tentatively seeking mine. He was patient and encouraging.
“My turn,” Donny cried out.
Saxon turned to him. “Be patient, boy, and don’t whine.” His words were firm, but he didn’t sound like he was scolding.
“Yes, Daddy,” Donny answered, and then Saxon kissed him too.
“Now you two,” he directed us together.
That one was easy. Donny leapt at me, and I threw my arms around him as we kissed. We’d done that a million times. It was kind of different with Saxon watching, but not terribly so. It actually made it more exciting.
“Nice. You two are adorable. Let’s get more comfortable.”
“Great idea.” Donny grabbed my jacket, pulling it open and then off my shoulders. Then he unbuttoned his vest and pulled it off along with his shirt, which knocked his mask off. Since his mask was on the floor, I took mine off too.
Saxon hung my jacket over the back of one of the chairs. “Put your other stuff on the table.” He helped fold Donny’s shirt and put it on the table with the masks.
Donny kicked off his loafers, but both Saxon and I wore boots that needed untied and unlaced. I sat in the chair to work on mine, while Donny helped Saxon with his boots and the leather straps around his chest.
Donny pulled off his slacks and folded them up, too, leaving him in his Superman briefs. He blushed a little but he must have worn them in hopes of showing them off. His ass did look nice in them.
Mine had rubber duckies on them, but my jeans were tight and harder to get off. Apparently, Saxon’s were as well, but we both shimmied them off.
Saxon took a deep breath in, then blew out slowly. “This is a lot more comfortable. Right?” He patted the mattress. “Come on up here.” He wore a pair of tight, black briefs, and his dick filled them out nicely.
Of course, Donny pounced, jumping on the bed.
“Calm down, Donny. No jumping.”
