Bonus （Spicy） Scene
Cameron
“What about this one?”
“Are you out of your damn mind, woman? I said I’d let you stick a dildo up my ass, not the Chrysler Building!”
I never thought I’d be standing in the middle of a sex shop with the woman I had a one-night stand with in Greece, but here I am.
The adult entertainment store stands proudly on a street corner in Brooklyn and came highly recommended by Joey’s friend, who works here and at FrenchSHEs.
“Oh, sugar, it’s not as scary as it looks.” Stevie takes the box with a picture of a purple dildo made to look like a real penis, veins and all, from Joey’s hands. “But let’s start you off with something less intimidating.” They set the box back on the shelf and drag their long sparkly nails across the vast selection.
Some may consider it taboo, but the thought of her riding me with a strap-on is nothing but sexy in my eyes.
Of course, since I agreed, I’ve done a little research and prepping on my own, but ultimately, I trust her and am fucking chomping at the bit to do this .
“What about one of these?” Stevie asks.
“What’s the difference?” Straining to get a better look at the pictures, I notice that both boxes advertise “five inches.” That seems manageable. I think.
“One is strapless and one has a harness.” Stevie hands us one of the boxes and grabs another off the shelf. “But you could get a boxer-brief to use instead of a harness. Whichever you prefer. Oh, and they vibrate.”
I turn to Joey, but she’s examining the box in her hand. If she feels uncomfortable, she sure isn’t showing it.
“What’s the benefit of the strapless one?” she inquires. “How does it even work?”
Stevie removes the dildo from its box and answers matter-of-factly, without a hint of judgment. “The smaller end”—they point to the more bulbous side of the dildo—“is inserted in you. And the other side goes inside him.”
We both study the neon orange silicone toy.
“Some folks,” Stevie says, “think it’s more comfortable because there aren’t any straps to deal with, and the person with a vulva can enjoy penetration at the same time. Others don’t like it because you have to work a little harder to keep it in place. It’s totally up to you.”
When neither of us speaks, they go on. “If you want the stability of the harness, but also want the penetration, we have that option too.”
Joey’s eyes light up. “Yes! That’s what I want.” She turns to me. “If that’s okay with you?”
Seeing her this excited is a huge turn-on. “Baby, I want this to be good for you too. Sounds perfect.”
I accept a box containing a dildo that’s black instead of jack-o-lantern orange and not at all “realistic.”
“Wonderful, sugar.” Stevie collects the box from Joey and motions us toward the front of the store. “Need any lube?” they ask from behind the cash register.
“No, thanks.” I have plenty at home.
Stevie throws in a small bottle anyway before handing us the bag with a wink.
When I exit the bathroom after my shower, I find my gorgeous girl climbing onto my bed, her perfect bum on display. She wiggles her ass and peeks over her shoulder, one brow cocked. When she flips over and props herself up on the pillows, all the air leaves my lungs.
“Holy fuck.”
Joey is completely naked, save for the black thong that’s harnessing the silicone dildo we picked out together.
Licking her lips, she drags her gaze up and down my body. It’s filled with so much heat it’s like a physical caress.
“C’mere, baby,” she says, scooting to one side of the bed.
She’s spread a towel over the sheet and set a box of tissues and a bottle of lube on the nightstand.
Following her instructions, I settle beside her. She plants a kiss to my forehead, then my temple and down my jaw before brushing her supple lips against the corner of my mouth. Her kisses are calm and deliberate, grateful.
I return the sentiment with my hands. I stroke the smooth skin at her collarbone, then drag my fingers between her breasts and down her soft stomach until I reach the neoprene harness.
“Is it comfortable?”
“Surprisingly, yes.” It looks just like a thong, except the sides are adjustable and there’s a circular cutout in the front designed to house the dildo .
“Do you already have it in?” I ask, referring to the shorter side that’s meant to slide inside her.
She nods.
“ Fu-u-ck .” My heart lurches in my chest at the same time a zap of lust shoots straight to my dick. “How do you want me, gorgeous?”
“On your back.”
With a peck to her lips, I stretch out and grasp my cock. I can’t help but give it a good stroke as I drink my girl in.
She situates herself between my legs and pulls her hair into a knot on the top of her head, then directs me to slide the pillow and towel under my hips.
I flinch when she presses her cold hands to my thighs to spread my legs apart.
“Sorry,” she mumbles.
“It’s okay. Are you nervous?”
She shakes her head. “No, I’m so turned on right now. You look so fucking hot like this.”
With her hand at the base of my hard cock, she ducks down and sucks me into her mouth, making my hips jerk. She pumps my shaft while she keeps her mouth focused on the head.
When she pulls away, I silently curse her absence, but my ire is quickly forgotten when she snaps the cap off the bottle of lube.
“I’ll take good care of you, baby,” she promises, massaging the liquid into her fingers.
“I trust you.”
When she swirls a fingertip at my entrance, I lock eyes with her. Silent commitments are exchanged.
“Okay?”
I nod and lace my fingers behind my head, giving her full access.
Gently, she slips the tip of one finger inside. We’ve messed around with anal play, so the sensation is one I’m familiar with, but the anticipation of what’s to come has me clenching anyway.
Joey, so in tune with my body, pauses. “Relax, baby.”
On my next exhale, she works her finger inside a little farther. I wrap my hand around my cock on instinct and squeeze the head as she slides that finger in and out of my tight hole. God, she’s going to make me come so fucking hard.
“How does it feel?”
“Good,” I grunt. “Add another. Stretch me out, baby.”
Her eyes widen, and she bites on her bottom lip. My girl loves watching me bottom for her.
With her fingers deep inside me now, massaging my prostate, I can’t help but stroke my cock.
“Uh-uh,” she tsks , slapping my hand away. “Not yet. Are you ready for me to take you?”
“God, fuck, please,” I beg. I’m so fucking ready for her to claim me.
When she slides her fingers from me and holds out a hand, I paw at the bottle of lube she left lying beside me, pop the cap, and squirt a dollop into her palm.
“More.”
With a groan, I comply, then pour a generous amount over on my cock, being sure to let it drip between my cheeks too.
With her hand, she coats the dildo. I’m entranced, watching her, though a part of me is grateful it’s not very thick.
“Ready?” She smiles. Her tender expression is in juxtaposition with all my dirty thoughts.
I nod a little forcefully because, fuck, my cock is aching to be stroked.
Joey guides the tip to my entrance, but she doesn’t push in.
“What’s wrong?”
With a hand behind her back, she pulls a small remote from the elastic. With one touch, the dildo whirs to life, and she trembles in response to the vibrations inside her.
“ Ahh ,” she groans.
“Feel good, gorgeous?”
She closes her eyes, leaning into the sensation, then pulls her lips between her teeth and moans. Goddamn. Watching her enjoy her pleasure feels even better than experiencing my own sometimes.
But fuck if I’m not about to burst. “Joey?”
She opens her eyes, though her lids are heavy. “Hmm?”
“Please fuck me now.”
I shuffle my feet out wider and spread my cheeks to give her better access. With a small scoot forward, she runs the tip of the vibrating dildo along my shaft and over my balls, then over my hole. She glances at my face, checking in, then turns her attention back to the salacious scene. Then, slowly, gently, she slides through the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh fuck,” I hiss, breathing deeply and willing myself not to tighten around the toy.
She stops there, waiting for me to adjust. “You’re doing so well, baby.” She rubs my thigh, urging me to relax, and when I obey, she slides even farther inside. “This still okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Move. I need you to move.”
With one hand on my hip and the other gripped around the dildo, she rocks back and forth. My balls contract with each slide, making it nearly impossible not to touch myself.
“Baby. You look so fucking hot taking my silicone dick like a good boy,” she praises.
Grasping her hips, I pull her closer to me, forcing the dildo deeper inside. Damn . I’m so fucking full. I drop my head back against the pillow, squeeze my eyes tight, and let out a moan.
The intense vibrations from the dildo cause my thighs to shake. Any minute, I’m going to blow, and by the hedonistic look on Joey’s face, she’s right there with me.
“How is it for you?”
“So good. I need you to touch me,” I beg.
Without hesitation, she grasps my cock, and at the same time, she thrusts into me.
“Oh, god,” I cry out.
She stills, as if considering whether my response was one of ecstasy or pain.
“Again,” I pant, driving my hips to encourage her pace. “I’m close.”
She spits on her fingers, then slides them beneath the harness, giving her clit some attention. She continues pumping into me, her tits bouncing wildly above me.
Fuck, she looks powerful .
She picks up her speed, furiously working her clit, and her moans get louder.
“Cam , ” she groans, splaying her free hand on my chest for support.
I cover it with mine, steadying her as she falls apart above me. And that does it. The scream she lets out catapults me into my own ecstasy. Cum shoots up my abdomen, mixing with my sweat and coating our hands. Joey moans in approval, her eyes ablaze. She’s never looked so stunning.
There’s a slight burn when she gently removes the toy from inside me. She switches it off, then reaches for a tissue to wipe my stomach clean.
With a huff, she collapses next to me, then gets to work loosening the sides of the harness. Once she’s removed her end of the dildo, she shimmies it down her legs and tosses it to the side.
Desperate to have her in my arms, I roll over and pull her close, nuzzling into her breasts .
“How was that, baby?” She runs her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp.
“Mhmph, s’good,” I mumble, sinking into her touch, too spent for coherent words.
“Next time, I want to take you from behind,” she says.
I huff out a laugh. “Next time?”
“I can’t believe you let me do that.” A dreamy sigh escapes her. “Thank you.”
I raise my head to kiss her lips. “Anything for the plot. ”
What I really mean is, anything for you.