He leans across the armrest and picks up the Pride dildo, waggling it in the air in front of my nose. I can’t contain the squeak of excitement that pops out of me.
He pulls the blanket off us, then lays it over the armrest and the other seat. “Lay over this, boy.”
I move instantly, eager to obey his sexy command. I plant my knees beside his thigh, parted as wide as is practical, with mylower legs draped over his lap, and then rest my stomach over the armrest, and lean onto my hands.
“Like this, Daddy?” I glance over my shoulder and waggle my arse.
“Perfect, boy.”
He shifts a little, so he’s facing my arse as much as he can in the confined space, without dislodging my legs. He squeezes lube over my crack and massages it with his fingertip until it’s warm. Then he slips his finger inside me. I gasp, groan, and thrust against his finger, wanting to feel him deep inside me.
“You’re so tight, boy, so sexy.”
“Your finger feels so good, Daddy.”
He strokes my prostate. I groan and drop my head between my splayed hands, resting my forehead on the blanket. Thank fuck Damon put it down. I wouldn’t want to explain cum stains to a valet. How is Damon going to explain the stains to the costume rental shop? The thought flies out of my head as he inserts a second finger into my arse. Now is not the time to be worrying about practical stuff. All I want to think about is how amazing Damon’s fingers feel. He’s stretching my arse expertly. I already believe he’s an amazing and caring Daddy, and this is just a taster of what we might do when we eventually get to the hotel.
“Can you take more, boy?”
“I can, Daddy. I can!”
He chuckles and puts a third finger inside me.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good.”
The Pride dildo is wider than the stretch he’s giving me right now, but it’s not huge. It’s one of Elevated’s ‘average’ size dildos. Elevated has some truly huge ones, which I’ve never been brave enough to buy, let alone try. Maybe I would if I had a Daddy like Damon to help me use it safely. We could work through Elevated’s whole catalogue of anal toys. I'm getting ahead ofmyself. I have to stop doing that. Enjoy the moment. Savour what Damon is doing to me right now, because it is wonderful.
He slips his fingers free of me.
I whimper. “You stopped.” I look over my shoulder.
He’s applying lots of lube to the Pride dildo.
I shiver in anticipation. I’ve stuck the base to the wall in hotel bathrooms and fucked myself on it plenty of times, but I’ve never had anyone use it on me before. I can’t wait.
“How do you like it?” he asks.
“However you want to give it to me, Daddy.” Slow and gentle, hard and fast, something in between. I don’t care. I just want him to give it to me.
I rest my forehead on the blanket and suck plenty of air into my lungs, holding it until he nuzzles the soft silicone head of the dildo against my hole. He pushes it inside me. I release my breath slowly.
“Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue,” he says, while pushing the dildo until the ball sack-shaped base is nuzzled against my arse cheeks.
“Purple?”
He chuckles. “You don’t want that part inside you.”
No, I don’t.
“You look gorgeous right now, boy?”
“With a dildo up my arse?”
“Yes.”
I shiver. I feel beautiful. And fuck, does the dildo feel good. I bet his cock will feel better, but I’ll have to wait to sample that.
He pulls it until it’s about to fall out of me, pushes it back inside, and then does it again, slowly at first, but picking up speed the more I grunt, groan, gasp, and rock my hips to take it deeper.
