Page 65 of Fixate
He quickly gathered several options in his arms and then waved me over to the counter.
Spreading them out, he went through them one by one. “This one is a good starter, but I’m a fan of this next one too. This one actually expands so it grows in size while it’s inside you. This one has enough speeds to keep you entertained for forty-eight hours alone if you're into that. This one is great with a partner. This one attaches to a machine. I always advise at least buying one of these in your lifetime because it’s kind of awesome to get fucked by a robot.”
I coughed to cover the bark of laughter that came from me.
He shook his head knowingly. "Look, I work in a sex shop, man. I’ve experienced it all. You’re not doing anything different than the norm, really. Everybody likes the last play now and then. And if they don't, it's probably because they haven’t had anybody give them proper treatment. Have you ever had a tongue against that tight little hole? Perfection. 10 out of 10.”
“No tongues,” I started, then paused as a blush worked through me. “Actually, never mind.”
His smile kicked up even more as he pushed my shoulder gently.
“You sly fox! I bet your guy went down there, didn't he? Had a good old time. I'm telling you, it's amazing. Giving and receiving. There's just beauty in it, you know? Getting your salad tossed.”
I selected the items I wanted before making a hasty move to check out. He picked up a card and wrote his number on it, then pushed it across the counter.
“This isn't me hitting on you since you got a man and all, but if you have more questions and you don't want to try and come in here, text me. I'll answer them. I even have video links I can send you if you want.”
The way he said it made it seem like he gave sexual education courses all the time. What kind of people came into this casino? And were we having the same clientele in our shop?
It made me want to research the business model to see what I could offer people. I couldn't have been the only person who was having a sexual awakening and in need of help in Vegas.
Maybe there was an entire branch of the business that we weren't utilizing all our talents in.
With my purchase secured, I took off back to Pharrell's room — our suite, as I had come to call it. A few people I recognized nodded at me, but I just kept moving. I didn't want to be stopped. I didn't want them to see the bag at my hip because though it was discreet packaging, one only had to angle their head a certain way to see what was inside.
When I made it back to my room and was behind a locked door, I finally pulled everything out and grabbed the lube from my drawer.
"Okay, Ricardo, you can do this. It's just a little ass play. You enjoyed it when Pharrell touched you," I said in my own personal pep talk.
It wasn't very convincing, but it would have to do. There was no time like the present. Eventually, Pharrell would come looking for me because we did have work that needed to be done. I couldn't sit around and play with my ass all day, hoping it would get me ready for him.
The beauty of buying more than one toy meant that I would have time to experiment later as well.
I selected the smallest toy, the one that the guy had said would be a starter for me and lubed it up. I positioned myself on my knees and bent until my face was plastered to the bed.
I don't know why being in this position felt like the best choice. It might have had something to do with the fantasy I'd built up of Pharrell pounding into me from this angle.
Or because of all the porn I watched, this was the one that got me off quickest. Even just thinking about it now had my cock rock hard between my legs.
I reached back and ran the lubed-up toy over my hole, pressing gently with each pass.
I focused on relaxing as much as I could with each breath. Soon enough, I was able to push it inside a little bit at a time.
When my fingertips were touching skin letting me know that I had buried it all away, I pressed the small button that clicked vibrations to life. A gasp left me at the pleasure that soared through me.
"Fuck," I said, into the sheets.
My orgasm rose quicker than I thought possible. Nothing had ever compared to this. Is this what it would be like?
I knew dicks couldn’t vibrate, but fuck, what a magical feeling. Pharrell was even thicker and longer. How amazing would he be inside of me?
When my body crested over the waves of my orgasm, I shook with relief. I turned off the vibrator and pulled it out, then collapsed onto the bed in a heap of boneless flesh.
I couldn't feel anything, yet I felt it all at the same time.
It was this weird imbalance. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. All I knew was that I felt more eager to take on Pharrell than ever.
I was going to use these toys. I was going to prep myself every night until I felt confident I was ready for his cock. Then I would beg, borrow, and promise whatever I could to get him to agree to taking me.
