Page 46 of A Little Bit Naughty

“Baby, I guarantee that as long as you don’t take it too fast, it’s going to be amazing. How about you get some lube and start opening me up?”

Isaac was grateful for the instructions. He grabbed the lube and slid two fingers down Daddy’s crease, marveling that he actually got to touch Daddy here. It seemed so intimate. It was such a… hidden, special place of Daddy’s body, so tight and sensitive. And when Daddy shivered and groaned, Isaac felt so damn powerful.

It wasn’t what he associated with Daddies at all, though he knew that was ridiculous. Daddy was strong enough in his masculinity that he could bottom to his boy. That was all the more reason to treasure it.

“Baby, you’re killing me. Need you inside.”

Isaac hadn’t even meant to tease that time. He slipped one finger inside and it was… tight. Smooth. So much warmer than he’d expected. Absolutely magical. He was inside Daddy.

He pressed in as far as he could go, wriggling around and then drawing his finger in and out until Daddy was panting.

If he’d thought that holding hands at the restaurant was his welcome to the gay male community, this was a whole other level. Because right now, he was a gay man, making another gay man whimper by playing with his ass.

“More, baby. Please.”

Daddy was begging him.

Isaac added some more lube and slowly twisted in another finger. When he bottomed out, he reached around, hoping that he could find…

“Fuck! Yes, baby.” Daddy’s voice was rough and desperate. “Right there. Touch Daddy right there.”

He grinned. Isaac Blum, master of the prostate. He pulled at it again. It was just at the edge of his finger tips, but still big enough to find easily now that he knew what it felt like. A bit spongy, a little harder than the surrounding flesh.

And God, he could just get lost in the way that Daddy sounded. The way that he was shivering and groaning in response to Isaac’s slightest touch.

“Another finger, baby. Give Daddy another finger.”

This was beyond sexy. Maybe the hottest thing he’d ever done. When he pulled out for more lube, Daddy whimpered. And when he pushed back in, three fingers crushed together, he could feel the strain. Daddy panted, trying to relax.

It felt so impossibly close. They were so connected. Daddy’s body was stretching itself to admit him, and he was making Daddy fly. He worked his three fingers in and out, knowing from Daddy’s cries that he was at least nudging his prostate most of the time.

His fingers were sensitive to every squeeze and tremble. So hot. So tight. It felt almost like having his dick inside. Fuck. He couldn’t even imagine how good that would feel.

He pounded faster, getting swept away in the vision. Their bodies, tied together.

“Baby… baby, need you now. Give Daddy your cock.”

He could die just from hearing those words.

Reluctantly he withdrew, listening to Daddy’s moans of disappointment. The hotel towel was still on the bed, and he wiped the lube off his fingers.

He shucked off his shorts to reveal his cock protruding from the jock-style harness. He tilted it up until the flexible metal rod inside stood erect and locked into place. His balls were tucked behind the fabric, the contoured inner surface designed to rub against his T-dick.

His cock matched his skin tone exactly, with pale blue veins trailing around it. It looked… not quite realistic. But up for the job. He already knew how Daddy would sound when he eased it into that tight hole...

For the first time in forever, he really felt like his cock was a part of him. It was this… miraculous appendage to his body that he could use to take Daddy apart.

And he realized that he wanted Daddy to see it. Maybe admire it even? At least acknowledge that he had it, and maybe how big a deal this was for him.

“Daddy?”

Daddy turned his head in Isaac’s direction, shifting the pillows under his chest and shoulders for a better view. His eyes swept up and down. “Damn, baby.” There wasn’t an instant of hesitation, just visible arousal.

Still, Isaac wasn’t sure quite what to say. “It’s kind of regular sized.” He’d agonized over what size to get when he was buying packers, and ultimately went with a smaller size that felt more natural. Now he wondered if he should have gone smaller. It was kind of a weird thing to think—most guys were just stuck with whatever sized dick they got. He actually had a choice.

Daddy chuckled. “I know I told you that I like the idea of small cocks, but let me assure you, you’re going to make Daddy feel really good. Next time I want to taste you.”

“It probably tastes like plastic.” Isaac didn’t know why he was being so disagreeable… except that maybe he was lapping up all of Daddy’s obvious lust. Maybe he was just nervous and he wanted more of that heady affirmation that Daddy gave so freely.