Page 35 of Stella

“Okay. Let’s look at the dildos.”

I followed him, telling myself to suck it up. I was an omega. I was powerful, strong. I loved double penetration, both having two cocks inside me at once, and anal and vaginal.

My core ached, my walls pulsing. Maybe I shouldn’t think about the sex I wanted right now.

“I assume you have the Knotmaster.” Evan gestured at a thick dildo with a large knot at the base. “But what about their inflatable version?”

Apparently, I had been missing out, and I didn’t have to work myself up to the knot. I could use it and inflate the knot inside me, much like actual sex.

“I don’t have that one.” I tried to relax. I pointed at a ribbed dildo. “That one’s good too.”

A middle-aged beta woman and her three men wandered over to us. She smiled at me. “Oh, honey, you’re close.”

I braced myself, sliding closer to Evan. I could smell my own perfume, but the alphas barely glanced at me.

“You need some of the warming oil.” She pulled it off the shelf and handed it to Evan, who looked far too amused.

“Thanks,” I said. “I’m uhhh, I’m okay.”

“Here, they got these sherpa blankets too that wash well.” The woman pulled some of the blankets off the shelf. She paused at the handcuffs. “The lining on these handcuffs is really soft too.”

“I uhhhh,” I cleared my throat.

“Thanks,” Evan said, grabbing the cuffs.

“Don’t forget, darling,” one of the alphas brushed his hand down her shoulder. It was so innocent, but she looked at him for a moment like she would throw him down in the shop. “You love the lube here too.”

I shifted closer to Evan. Not because I was afraid of them, but because I needed the alpha close. I should have been feeling hot and bothered, I expected that, but I didn’t expect the desire to be comforted and cuddled to come out so strong either.

“Yes.” The beta woman gestured behind them, at a tree of bowls. There was a variety of small bottles of lube inside each bowl, one with different flavors like cherry, strawberry, mint, and another bowl with sensations like tingling, cooling. “Grab a bunch and try them out.”

I looked at their lube selection, thinking this put my grocery store lube to shame. I grabbed some flavored and tingling.

“Too bad there isn’t any peach flavored,” Evan whispered.

Desire snaked through me. “That’s what you have me for.”

Evan rumbled, the sound making me wetter.

“Come look at the sex toys and then we’ll get back to your place.”

Evan dropped his armload of lube on the countertop, and we went around to the sex swing. In addition to a lot of dildos, there were a ton of firm pillows at odd angles. “These are not soft enough.”

Evan choked out a laugh. “They’re for positions.”

“That’s what the furniture is for.”

Evan grabbed a brochure. “Are you sure?”

I flipped through the glossy pages. There were big wedges, small ramps, and big circle pillows. They were stuffed so you could lay on them without sinking in.

The first half was the lounges, ramps, and wedges, but the back half was position suggestions.

“Oh.”

I almost burst into flames. The first position used a ramp to lift yours pelvis or head, which had my core pulsing. My pelvis lifted up while Evan buried his head between my legs. The ramp flipped over, so he could take me from behind. A bigger ramp with a small incline on top of it, creating a v space.

I could lay on my back with my legs around his waist, and he would be sliding inside me at the perfect angle with each thrust.

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