Page 81 of Pretty Mess

“Would I do that?”

“Probably.”

His cheeks are flushed, but he nods at the box. “Open it.”

I tear at the wrapper, and the paper comes away easily, revealing a long brown box. I open it and gasp. “It’s a Fleshlight.”

He smiles up at me. It’s tense because he’s stuffed inside me, but it’s a genuine smile. Then his expression becomes knowing. “I’m in the mood to be generous so I can fuck you, and you can fuck that.”

“God, this is thebestpresent in the entire world’s history of gift giving,” I say reverently. I hasten to tear open the box and pull out the Fleshlight. The toy is made of clear plastic and the opening already glistens with lube.

“I already washed and prepared it. Fuckinghell.” He groans loudly as I clench around him. “Fuck.” Droplets of sweat are visible on his forehead. “Use it,” he snaps.

Nodding frantically, I settle back on his lap. We both groan when the new position seats him more deeply inside me, the head of his cock rubbing against my prostate. I fumble with the Fleshlight, my fingers slipping and sliding as I put it in position. My cock notches into the opening, and I slide it all the way down my shaft.

I cry out, the sound high and reedy, as I’m engulfed in pleasure. I’m not sure where I’m feeling it most—in my arse stuffed full of his cock, the almost cruel grip of his hands on my buttocks, or the slick, dirty feel of the Fleshlight hugging my cock.

He levers his hips to shove more forcefully and the action fires my blood. Pressing down on his shoulder for balance, I use my other hand to manoeuvre the Fleshlight, sliding it up anddown. The feeling is amazing, and I shiver and whine as Mac thrusts into me.

His head is thrown back, his eyes blazing a hot blue. Following his avid gaze, I catch a glimpse of my cock gliding through the Fleshlight’s clear plastic. The squelch of the lube is obscene, and the dirtiness of it all makes me moan.

“I’m close,” he grits.

My eyes widen. He’s usually the king of the long, hard screw.

“Come. Now,” he commands.

I nod frantically, grinding down onto his cock, feeling the head hit deeply and almost painfully inside me. It’ssogood, like scratching an itch after being forced to wait.

I writhe in his lap, slamming the Fleshlight down on me.

“Fuck,” he roars.

His semen jets inside me and then I’m gone, shooting into the grip of the toy as Mac rides out his orgasm.

We lie panting in a sweaty heap for a few moments, my body draped over him, my head tucked into his neck. His hand has come up to play with my hair. The feel of his spunk seeping out of me is so sexy, but the best part about being condom-free is lying like this for a while. Almost like cuddling. Stealth cuddling.

“Shit. That was so good,” I finally say in a dreamy voice.

He chuckles, his chest moving beneath me. “You liked it?”

“Like having two men at the same time.” He stiffens, and I look down at him. “But the best part of it was that it was still just you and me,” I say with complete and utter honesty.

“You don’t fancy a threesome, then?” His voice is casual, but something about the utter lack of expression makes me think my answer means something to him.

“No. I tried it once, but it wasn’t for me. How about you?”

I hold my breath. Is he going to want to do that with me? I relax when he shakes his head immediately.

“It appears we agree on that, Wes.” He makes a moue of distaste. “I can’t believe I’m lying on an aeroplane floor. God only knows what’s on this carpet.”

“On a private jet? Probably gold thread and the tears of angels.”

His laughter is loud in the small cabin, and I smile as he pushes me off and gets to his feet in a graceful movement I couldn’t imitate if I had practised for a week. After pulling up his trousers, he fastens them and tucks in his shirt. He looks down at me, and his eyes flare with renewed interest. God knows what I look like. I’m naked apart from my T-shirt, which is rucked up around my shoulders. My nipples feel sore and sticky, and my cock is limp and lying against my hip.

“Are you getting up today, or shall I leave you like this for the next passengers?”

I consider that. “Probably not wise. They might fall under my spell and take me away from you. I hope you’ll duel for my honour.”