4. Beau
CHAPTER FOUR
Beau
His hopeful smile takes my breath away as he confirms. “Just tonight.”
“Okay.”
I think I might be going crazy. I think all the sexy pheromones wafting around this place are getting to my head. That’s what it is, right? Just the sexiness getting to me? Otherwise, why would I have agreed to let a complete stranger plow me tonight?
Okay, maybe the offer is insanely tempting. This guy—fuck, I don’t even know his name—is insanely beautiful. If I knew enough about myself to have a type, he would be it. I can do this, right? I’ll have to double check the schedule for tonight but it should be fine.
Mama convinced me that it was a new year and time for a new me. I resolved to take what I wanted in life and try to put myself first. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but since then my life has remained dull and mundane. I haven’t been faced with an opportunity to act on my resolution until right now.
Here, inside Right Spot, for fuck’s sake.
It’s just one night. I can do this. No, I want to do this. Still, I feel like I’m in over my head. I mean, look at him. What could he possibly want with me? I’m a fumbling idiot at best but maybe he finds it endearing? I hope?
“Okay,” he repeats with a seductive grin. He pulls out his phone and hands it to me. “Give me your number.”
Wordlessly, I do. Before I can type my name, he snatches the phone away, and I sneakily glance down to see that he’s named me ‘Right Spot Hottie’. Um, alright then? I guess he does find me attractive. I mean, of course he does, he asked me for a one-night stand. I just don’t know how to handle this. This desire coursing through my veins, his confidence, and the way he speaks so freely.
Immediately, my phone buzzes in my pocket. My dick feels it too and I have to rein in a groan. He has me so flustered. I’m not normally like this, but I’m reminded again that it’s okay to find happiness and try to force a confident expression on my face to let him know that I’m all about this.
Well, if he took one glance down, he’d see I’m very about this.
“There. I sent you my address. I’ll be expecting you at eight... Don’t keep me waiting.”
I wouldn’t dream of it. Something tells me that he wouldn’t give me a second chance. He’s made it perfectly clear that he needs to get off tonight. Fuck, I do too. So bad. It’s bad enough that I’m starting to think my balls would literally shrivel up and die if I don’t get some.
“Oh, and Beau?” he says, eyeing me up and down in a way that should make my skin crawl, but instead lights me on fire. “I want you prepped for me before you knock on my door, including proof of negative test results. Can you do that for me?”
I nod slightly before he turns away from me, hips swaying as he approaches the counter to pay for the fleshlight and a bottle of lube he swiped off the counter.
“Oh God,” I groan, burying my face in my hands. I take a deep breath and then look around to make sure no one watched that train wreck before returning to the end of the aisle.
With his departing directions, I find myself more worried than I ever have been about sex.
I learned a long time ago that I’m not into women. A quick experience when I was too young to know better taught me a lifelong lesson. I haven’t had much experience with men but not for lack of wanting. I just haven’t allowed myself to make good on my desires.
I know I only met him a few moments ago, but his blatant need for me gave me the confidence to say yes. The way he spoke calmly and gave me time to think through my thoughts really allowed me to trust him. To trust this lustful need flowing between us.
I’ve played with my hole a few times, and stretched it enough for one of the thin dildos, but nothing more than that. If I’m gonna show up at his place tonight, I need to be prepared. I saw the tent in his baggy jeans, and let me tell you, that cock wasn’t thin.
My hole clenches like a slut and I gulp.
Fuck. Me.
I quickly find a reasonable-sized butt plug and grab it off the shelf. This should be enough. I’ll prep with my fingers, use the dildo to really loosen up, and then stuff myself full with the plug. His face and his body will be front and center in my mind when I feel the plug shift inside me throughout the day. Shit. I have a boner again. I have to get out of here.
As I’m paying for the new supplies, a thought crosses my mind. I just agreed to a one time hook-up with a random stranger and didn’t even get his name. I’m really questioning who I am at this moment. I don’t do this. I don’t enter sex shops and agree to have my ass fucked.
I can blame my resolution all I want. But, who am I kidding? A man like him interested in me? I’d be a fool to turn it down. I leave the store with a pep in my step, feeling lighter than I have in a long time.
I decided to pull out all the stops for Shane. Yes, I figured out his name when I got home and checked my phone. I totally forgot that he messaged me while still at the shop.
Unknown number: Hi, kitten. It’s Shane. 8360 Straight St. 8pm
That was it. No filthy or teasing words, just be there or be square. I’m torn between nervousness and arousal as I stare at the message. I’m going to force my nerves aside and get my body ready for him. I’m not used to putting myself first but it’s time to make an effort and remember that I am worthy of a personal life.
Now, I’ve douched and am lying in my bed. It’s early in the afternoon, but I’m already nervous. I have to make sure everything is ready for him, and if I sit and think about it, I know I won’t go through with the plan.
I reach for my phone to dive into my spank bank, pulling up a few of my favorite saved videos. Not that I need them, considering I’ve been hard since I left the shop. But, I need to quiet my brain, and hearing the man in these videos does that for me.
I prefer instruction videos to regular porn. I need someone to take control from me, to make the decisions, and let me reap the benefits. I’m not the dominant type in bed or life for that matter. I’d rather be pampered, soothed, and cared for. To have my needs placed on a pedestal and block out the demands of the outside world would be a dream come true.
“Stroke yourself for me,” the man in the video says. His voice is rich and deep, commanding and gentle. “You can stroke for a count of ten.”
Obeying, I stroke my cock slowly, counting to ten in the process. Immediately, my body relaxes and sinks into the softness of my bed. A small groan escapes my throat on the tenth stroke, and I realize I need to slow down or I’m gonna blow before I even touch my hole.
“Now, release your cock and massage your balls,” he orders. “Use one hand to rub your taint. Really feel the pressure and relax your tight hole.”
Lowering my hands, I cup my balls in my left and stroke my taint with my right forefinger. I can’t hold back the groan this time. I want this too badly. My hole is clenching around emptiness, begging to be stuffed, and I need it. God, I want to be full.
“With one finger, fill yourself and start stretching,” the voice directs.
My finger has never moved so quickly, entering my hole with zero resistance. I thrust it in and out a few times, giving my ass something to clench around, but it’s not enough.
I need more.
I need him .
Fuck the video, I’m too far gone once thoughts of Shane flicker through my mind. I reach over and press pause before continuing where I left off.
Two fingers easily find their way back inside me and I thrust again, finding my prostate as I hook them back. Mmmm, that feels amazing. I’m ready. It’s time for more.
I remove my fingers and decide to skip the dildo, opting to feel the stretch and burn of the plug instead. I’m too antsy to take my time now, an urgency coursing through my veins begging me to get there faster.
I slather the plug in a hefty amount of lube, rubbing the excess on my hole, and brace it at my entrance. I let my mind drift back to Shane, to his baggy jeans and toned flesh above his belt. The happy trail leading to the cock I know is going to fill me tonight.
Ughhh…
I gently insert the tip of the plug, and it glides with ease until the thicker middle meets resistance. Bearing down, I stop pushing, allowing myself to relish the burn. The warmth anchors me to the moment, my pleasure unable to escape me, and my brain blessedly silent.
My head falls back on the pillow as I continue to push the plug inside. I knew it was bigger than the dildo but holy fuck. I’m not sure how much more I can take. I use my free hand to continue stroking my cock as the burn begins to overwhelm me.
My body is buzzing, the pleasure is too much and yet not enough. With another small push, I feel the plug being sucked in, the base nestled firmly between my cheeks. I take a moment to just feel, focusing on the fullness, the tingle in my balls, and the slick glide of my hand over my cock. I’m leaking so much precum and I’ve never been this turned on in my life. If only thinking of Shane can do this to me, what will happen when he’s touching me?
Fuck. That does it. Every ounce of tension in my body is released as ropes of cum shoot to my chest.
Giving into my guilty pleasure, I release my spent cock and swipe my hand over my body, gathering as much as I can. Licking my fingers, I imagine Shane on top of me, cleaning the mess from me as he fucks my hole, then leaning over me and dripping it into my mouth.
Fuck, I can’t wait for tonight.