Biting his lip, he asked huskily, “Do you want to show me what you brought?”
I grunted in response and unzipped the bag. He’d let me pick out the toys we were going to play with tonight and I hoped he would approve of my choices. I set the pump-bottle of lube on the dresser, followed by the single item he’d requested—a pink butt plug. I lined up the dildos along the dresser and arranged them starting from the smallest, each toy growing in shape and size, his heated gaze tracking my every move. His lips curled into a predatory grin.
“Was it your intention to challenge me?” he asked, with a cocked brow. “Because challenge accepted.”
I skimmed my eyes over the variety of colorful rubber, seeing in my imagination, the way they slid in and out of him, eliciting all kinds of different sounds I’d never heard before. “I picked these because I want to know what they look like stuffing your ass.”
He made a sound of pain and pinched his eyes closed. His body was wound tight, a little muscle ticking in his jaw. Pushing off his shoes with his toes, he shrugged his shirt over his head and let it fall to the stained carpet. Watching him undress fanned the flames, his shoulders and stomach revealed, his normally creamy skin flushed from arousal. He popped the button to his jeans, and I dropped to my knees to help him out of them.
“Such a gentleman,” he said placidly, his fingers plunging into my hair and massaging my scalp.
When he was naked, he lay on the bed face down and my cock strained against the fly of my pants at the sight of his crack split by the base of a little black plug.Ohhhh…Sometime between showering and dressing, he’d inserted a toy, worn it in the car unbeknownst to me. He looked over his shoulder, cast a wicked glare at me, and patted the mattress next to him.
I jumped in, making him bounce. He laughed loosely, as if it was easy finding joy again. If I could help him forget about what had happened for a few hours, I’d do anything, including playingTetriswith his bussy and sex toys.
I kissed his shoulder, dragged the back of my knuckles down his spine and observed the little bumps forming on his skin. Sex had been difficult for me in the past, but sex with Danny was natural and full of excitement. The knot that formed in my belly and migrated to my balls was like the rung of a washcloth, only in reverse, soaking up Danny’s arousal, his excitement, and his willingness to do this withonlymyself. I moved my hand lower, past the small of his back, to the V where his ass crack started, and when I got to the body-warmed rubber of the plug, I pushed it deeper. He rewarded me with a soft moan.
“You’re full of surprises,” I said, adjusting the pressure against the plug so it was like I were fucking him.
“This is to help relax me,” he said, his breath punching out of him. “I need the pink plug. Will you help me with that?”
This was his fantasy but the way he included me in it filled that secret place inside me, the one only he could satisfy. I retrieved the pink plug shaped like a cone along with the lube and settled next to him.
“Ease the black plug out,” he said, and pushed his butt in the air.
The little plug slipped out of him easily, the toy longer than it was wide, and quite a bit smaller than the pink plug. He talked me through the process as I lubed up the slick rubber. I positioned myself between his thighs, so I had a close-up view, then gently pushed the plug into his hole. I was transfixed by the way his puckered muscles loosened, gently spreading to take the girth of the plug that appeared to be about as thick as my cock. When I hit resistance, he pushed back, intimate flesh gripping and swallowing until the plug popped in fully, and he made the most erotic sound.
“Fuuuuuck…” He rocked back and forth a bit, grinding his cock against the bed, his ass flexing, the lube making little squishing sounds around the plug.
“Can I push it in a little more?” I rasped, aware I sounded like a desperate beggar.
“Mhm, be easy, I need to adjust.”
I touched the flat base with a single finger and applied a gentle pressure, his little whimpers sweet to my ears. My throat had gone dry, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth. “Danny, you’re so beautiful like this.”
I was sure he was smiling judging by the tone of his response. “Pink is my color?”
Crawling back on the bed I kissed the left cheek of his ass, his spine, nipped at the soft skin of his shoulder. When I was beside him, I pushed his hair away from his face, his eyes hazy and blown out from arousal. “Feels good?”
He nodded lazily. Long minutes passed of me caressing him, his ass flexing as he rocked back and forth. He seemed mesmerized as if the plug was activating a part of him that normally remained dormant. I shed my clothes, wanting to feel his skin against mine, my cock bobbing in the air. I’d been hard all day counting down the minutes until we left for the hotel, the drive here, images of giving Danny what he needed making me half insane.
“Let’s start with the small one,” he murmured and rose up on his hands and knees. He pushed his ass out, the plug spreading his bussy as it tried to escape. “I’m ready for it.”
I retrieved the smallest of the dildos, a glittery purple imitation of a real cock and jiggled it in my hand. I tapped his ass with the dildo, and he pushed his behind closer to me in silent demand. I squirted some lube on it, getting it nice and slick then carefully eased the pink plug out of his ass, the sight of his muscles stretching around it doing something to me I didn’t understand. It popped out with a wet sound, and I tossed it aside. He mumbled something as I pushed the purple toy into his hole, his relaxed and loosened body accepting it without much fuss.
“Yeah, like that…” he rasped. “Mmmm… Fuck me with it.”
I gave him what he needed, enjoying every minute of watching his ass take the toy for me, savoring every shocked gasp and needy whimper. We moved on to a larger one with thick veins and a bulbous head. He laid on his back, his ass hanging off the edge and spread himself wide. His gaze was unfocused, drunk from pleasure as I kneeled down and slowly fed the dildo into his ass. We worked through the resistance together, slowly stretching him as I followed his instructions.
I hadn’t explored him with my mouth yet and running my eyes all over his ball sack drudged up the sudden desire to see what his skin tasted like there. I kissed the back of his thigh, then the wrinkled, sensitive skin between his balls and hole, drawing a sweet, sweet sound from him. As I moved the toy in and out slowly, I sucked at his balls, played with them in my mouth.
“Jere… m’god,” he croaked. “Don’t make me come yet.”
“I want to,” I countered. Maybe I’d blow him, but I’d never done it before and only knew what felt good based on being the recipient. But this was about him and his fantasy, so I kissed his thigh again and concentrated in fucking him with the toy.
The stacked ball one was next as he moved to the chair so he could sit on it. I’d never seen Danny like this before—raw, stripped down to his purest desires, taken apart so I got a look at every private little thing that made him who we was. I wanted to cry from the purity of it. As he gasped and groaned sitting on the toy, I kissed him, swallowing his pleasure.
He looked at me with ecstasy in his eyes. “I want you to fuck me. Right now. I want your load deep inside me.” He collapsed on the bed, the toy discarded somewhere off the side. His voice was a feral growl. “Hard. I want to feel this tomorrow. I can take it, baby.”
