The Perfect Place for Buddy
“Maybe we should just elope.” I’m not sure if it sounds like I’m kidding or not.
Violet lifts her head, her eyes wide. “You’re kidding, right?”
I tuck strands of wet hair behind her ear and trace the line of her jaw. “I don’t have to be.”
“I don’t have a dress.”
I follow the contour of her bottom lip with my thumb. Jesus, I love this woman. “We can buy you one.”
“You’re serious?”
“As serious as you are about keeping me out of your Area 51.”
Violet sits up. She’s wearing a hotel robe. It gapes in the front and most of her right boob falls out. “I’m only mostly serious about that.”
“What? You mean you’d let me in there?” I sit up, too, and stick my hand in the gap in her robe, palming a breast, ready to make all of my fantasies come true.
“Hold on there, trigger.” Violet puts a hand on my face and pushes me back down. “I don’t mean with the Super MC. He’s huge. And there’s special lube and stuff for that, which we don’t have. I mean maybe we can use some more fingers, or, like, a toy—eventually.”
“That’d be a great place to put Buddy…” That’s exactly where I’d like to see that fucking dildo go. I would derive so much satisfaction, in so many ways, from watching that stupid beaver face disappear inside her ass.
“Wow. You’re totally serious about that. I honestly don’t understand the fascination with trying to get something that big into a hole that small.” She pokes my hard-on.
“That is the fascination, Violet.”
“You know, I’ve done some reading recently about this.”
“Oh, really?” I lean against the headboard. “And what did you discover?”
“You’re the one with the prostate gland, not me. So if anyone should be putting things where the sun don’t shine, it should me giving you a dose of Buddy, not the other way around.” She crosses her arms over her chest and cocks a brow.
“Uh, yeah, that’s not going to happen. Ever, Violet.”
She shrugs. “That’s fine. But if you won’t let me try it on you, then you don’t get to try it on me.”
“Okay.”
“That’s it? Okay? You’re not going to argue over this?”
“Baby, c’mere.” I pat my lap.
Violet doesn’t straddle me, but she sits on my hard-on, so that’s okay. I tilt her chin up. “Do you remember what I said to you the first night we met?”
“Am I looking at her beaver?”
I smile. “Later. When we were in my suite, and we ended up in the bedroom.”
“It isn’t that big—which is lie, because it really is that big.” She shifts so her ass rubs against my still-growing dick.
“No. I mean just before that.”
She bites her lip and thinks for a few seconds, playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. “Oh!” Her smile is soft, shy almost. “That we didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to. But you had to know at that point I was going to give it up for you.”
“Well, I hoped, but it was never an expectation. I mean, fuck—I really wanted to get you naked and get all up in there, but I would’ve been perfectly fine with some slip ‘n’ slide or the blow job. The sex was—” I close my eyes, remembering exactly how being inside Violet for the first time felt. So tight, so hot, so… “—much more than I probably deserved at the time.”
“I was pretty nervous.”
“I was, too. I’m not really a one-night-stand guy.”
Her smile is warm. “You got attached to my beaver rather quickly.”
“Mmm.” I sweep her hair over her shoulders and push the robe down with it. “And the rest of you.”
I slip an around her waist and pull her closer so I can kiss her. “What I’m trying to say, Violet, amidst all these distractions, is that I will only take from you what you offer me willingly, and only if it’s going to make you feel good. And that goes for everything.”
“I love you. But all your sweet-talking still isn’t going to get the Super MC Area 51 access.”