The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

“You know I won President’s Club through my company, and today, I got one of the gifts, which is airfare and a stipend toward a hotel. I texted Hannah and asked her if she wanted to come on the trip with me, and we’re going in two weeks.” I shoved my hand between my knees as the weight of the secret suddenly hit me. “I’d better be careful with how much wine I drink while we’re gone because our little PI is going to try to get everything out of me and I can’t cave.”

“Where are you going?” He peeked at me before he turned at another light.

“Sedona. We’re staying at a Spade Hotel, and we’re going to spend our mornings hiking and our afternoons at the spa. I can’t wait.”

“Sounds like the perfect trip for you two.”

I took a long, deep breath. “I’m just suddenly feeling a little guilty.”

He pulled into a lot, the building brick and unmarked, unless there was a sign that I had missed out front. He parked the car and turned off the engine before facing me. “Don’t, Oaklyn. She’s going to find out when the time is right. Now, this is all about us, and there’s no reason to feel guilty about anything.”

“Okay.”

He squeezed my fingers. “I’m serious. We’re going to tell her, and it’ll all be fine.”

Air rushed through my lungs and out my lips. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He lifted my hand off the gearshift and placed it on his lap. “Let’s focus on something a little happier, shall we?”

I glanced toward the building again. “Where are we?”

When I looked back at him, a smile was warming his handsome face. “I can’t wait to show you.”

Camden

I

met Oaklyn on the passenger side of the car, my hand immediately going to her lower back as I walked her toward the entrance of the building. I could feel her gaze on me every few steps, trying to read my face, trying to goad me into telling her where we were.

The building was extremely inconspicuous on purpose, but if you were an LA local, like me-and her-it was a place everyone knew about.

I was surprised she didn’t.

Or that she hadn’t guessed where I was taking her since she’d picked this lesson. I would have thought our first stop would be obvious. But my girl was on the naive side, and she probably assumed I would surprise her with a sex toy instead.

That wasn’t the case.

I wanted her involved in every step of the lesson. I wanted her to decide which toy I would use on her body.

Or, if I was lucky enough, I would get to use multiple.

I placed my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to me, pressing my lips against the top of her head.

Breathing her in.

Fuck, this felt good.

A feeling that shocked the hell out of me, the same way the next couple of minutes were going to do to her.

But, damn it, I really liked this. Holding her near me, inhaling her tangerine and blueberry scent. Looking down and seeing those gorgeous blue eyes gazing up at me.

Trusting me.

I wanted more.

I ground my teeth across my lip and whispered, “Are you ready for this?”

She laughed, the sound born out of pure nervousness.

I was learning all of her noises.

What they meant.

And this one was so obvious.

“No. Yes.” She smiled even bigger. “I honestly have no idea,” she finally admitted.

“You’re going to enjoy it. I promise.”

We reached the front door, and since the glass was tinted, she wasn’t able to see inside. I gripped the handle and pulled it toward us, looking down at the top of her face as we walked in.

We weren’t more than a few paces past the door when she glanced up at me. “A sex shop, huh?”

“A sex toy shop.”

Her eyes widened. “Do I look like a deer in headlights?”

Her pureness was something I fucking loved about her.

“Don’t worry. You’ll learn quickly. I’ll be your tour guide.”

A quick scan of the layout told me there were multiple sections that held no interest to me. We didn’t need costumes or stripper heels. We had no use for movies or edible lube and paint.

There was only one area of the store that I really wanted to focus on.

So, I linked our hands, and I led her toward the back, where the toys took up an entire massive wall. “Let me give you the rundown.” I walked her to the end of the wall-the perfect place to start since the toys in this spot would throw her straight into the deep end. “It’s all broken down by category, and here”-I pulled one of the plastic packages off a hook, holding it in front of her-“is all about the ass.”

“Ass?”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“These are butt plugs, Oaklyn.”

“Ohhh.” She sucked in some air. “We’re literally talking about the booty.”

With my thumb, I outlined the top of the rubber plug and held my lips toward the back of her ear, saying softly, “The pointed tip makes it go in easier.” I ran my thumb toward the middle. “Do you see these rims, how they bump out every inch or so before they narrow, almost like the shape of a Christmas tree?”

“Yes.”

I pressed my mouth against the shell of her ear. “Think about the way that would feel. How you’d have to stretch every time to get over each of the rims.” I nibbled her earlobe, releasing it to say, “If I was sliding this in slowly, you’d hold your breath during each hump, anticipating how it was going to feel as it sank deeper inside you. If it would pull. Burn. Fucking tingle.” I exhaled against her, knowing my breath was reaching as low as her neck, where goose bumps were starting to rise. “But if I was going fast, you’d be opening and closing every second, like going over speed bumps in the road. And while I was doing that to you, I’d rub your clit.” I moved my lips to her neck, needing to taste the warmth there. “Or maybe I’d lick it. Press my tongue against it. Flick it back and forth and get you off with my mouth.” I licked up to her ear. “Would you like that?”