3. Shane
CHAPTER THREE
Shane
Oh, no he doesn’t.
Mr. Shy Handsome Hipster isn’t getting away from me that easily.
I slide in front of him right before he can reach the exit. Fuck, he got there fast. I had to kick it in gear to beat him, tripping over these damn boots I insisted on wearing today. I stare at him, slightly out of breath, and make an effort to soften my face when I notice him take a step back from me.
He’s avoiding eye contact, continuously eyeing the exit like he can just ignore my presence and pass by. He’s rubbing the back of his neck and shifting from foot to foot, wanting to get the fuck out of here, I’m sure.
“Listen, you helped me, now let me help you,” I say gently, hoping to calm his nerves.
He’s standing there, hands slightly trembling, skin shiny with a thin layer of sweat. I would think he’s overdressed but that’s not it. He’s just in skinny jeans and a hoodie. Honestly, where’s his coat? It’s fucking February.
But still, he’s absolutely adorable. His brown hair is spilling out of his beanie, his eyes are covered by thin golden-rimmed glasses, and his lips are bright red from the cold winter air.
Fuck, now I’m the one adjusting my pants. I thank the gods for these baggy jeans because I don’t need him seeing my boner.
When he doesn’t answer, I press. “Please? It’s only fair.”
He finally glances at me for a moment, his eyes round as saucers. “Okay. I–I guess that’s fair.”
He is so my type, it’s not even funny. I like them nervous and twitchy, not in some weird predatory kind of way, but because those are the ones that have a hidden wild side. They’re the type I want to see squirm and whose faces darken when they tell me what they need. They’re the ones with the greatest look of euphoria pouring out of them when they finally lose control.
“So?” I ask, encouraging him to get on with it before he can change his mind. “Let’s find what it is you came here for, handsome.”
I sway my hips as I walk around him to the aisle we came from and hope that he follows. He does. Of course, he does. I’m very, very hopeful that he’ll be mine tonight. I saw the way he was looking at me when I was on the phone. He must’ve assumed he was hidden by the end cap, but he wasn’t. He was right there in the open, cheeks a deep shade of red, and staring at my neck of all things.
The moment that he turned away in embarrassment I was ready to abandon all plans of my solo sex marathon for even a chance of taking him home.
We stop in the middle of the aisle, and instead of eyeing the fleshlights, he slowly turns to the wall of colorful dildos. There are many shapes and sizes, realistic-looking cocks, some with hairy balls attached, and even a few inspired by other-worldly creatures. My eyebrows shoot to the sky. “Are those what you like?”
He pinches the bridge of his nose, looking mortified. “Yeah, uh. This is what I came for.”
And for the first time, he looks directly into my eyes, cheeks a stunning shade of rose blush, and I realize just how perfect he is. I mean, I knew it, but now I know it. I’ve gotta play it cool though, and approach this situation slowly as if dealing with a lost kitten.
Huh, he kind of is a kitten.
“That’s awesome. We all have needs. There’s no shame in wanting what you want,” I tell him, smiling when I see his shoulders sag. I think he expected me to judge him, to spit unkind words at him, or dismiss his desires. But that’s not who I am. I’ll never yuck anyone’s yum.
“I… Yeah. That’s what I want.” He grabs the first dildo in his line of sight, snatching it so quickly the boxes around it rattle. “Okay, this will do. I should really get going now.”
But instead of sprinting off like I think he’s going to, he’s frozen in place. It dawns on me now. He’s curious. He’s shy and unsure of what it is he wants. I know just the guy to help him explore and use this observation as a prime opportunity to shoot my shot.
“Is that really what you need? It’s so thin,” I point out.
“I think so, but…” He rubs the back of his neck, looking adorably stressed “I’ve never tried anything bigger.”
“Let me ask you...?” I gesture for him to fill in the blank.
“Beau,” he mutters, turning the packaged cock over in his hands.
“Let me ask you, Beau,” I say again. “Do you want to try something bigger?”
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Maybe?”
He’s so sweet and I love his nervous energy. I have an overwhelming desire to see him squirm beneath me, cheeks flushed as he takes his pleasure. The quiet ones really are the most fun.
“You know, I had this whole thing planned for tonight,” I start. “A solo sex marathon if you will.” I hold up the box in my hand so he truly gets the idea.
Oh, he’s sweating bullets now, and his little cock is pressing against his jeans. It validates my assumption that he wants me. I come across as confident and willing to take what I want, but I thrive on that validation. I just need to get him to accept this and tell me what I want to hear.
“Let’s make a deal?” I say, my voice confident to ensure there’s no room for miscommunication. “I want you, Beau. You’re adorable and shy and exactly what I need to make me forget I’m alone on this wretched holiday.”
He stutters as he attempts to respond, eyes blinking rapidly.
“What does that mean exactly?” he finally asks, his voice low, probably not wanting anyone nearby to hear this conversation and know that he’s interested in my proposal.
That’s okay. We’ll get there.
“It means,” I start, moving my hand to cup my dick, giving a small tug and moaning at the friction, “That I want to fulfill your needs, Beau. I want to replace that cold, lifeless slab of silicone, and give you a night you won’t forget.”
I can see the indecision written on his face. He bites his bottom lip as he thinks it over for a minute. He sighs and I know he’s made the decision I hoped for.
“Just... Just one night?” he asks.
I catch him looking down at my cock and know with just another little push that we’ll both have what we want.