An unrepentant shrug. “Thought they’d have the best selection.”
It’s a fucking adult store. Knowing he’ll just jerk my chain even more if I protest, I kick down the stand, get off, and straighten my shoulders before stepping inside. Demon, to my relief, stays with the bikes.
The array of merchandise is astounding. With the VP waiting outside, I try not to get distracted of the thought of Jay in handcuffs, and instead go straight to the display stand I’m after. Quickly, I realise, I’ve no idea of what I’m buying, especially when the store has such a bewildering array. I’ve never previously had reason to purchase condoms, and I’m certainly not going to be asking the advice of the female assistant.
Instead, I nonchalantly peruse them, as if I’ve done this a hundred times before. Flavoured? Hmm. Would that mean I get to come in her mouth knowing she doesn’t like to swallow? Great idea. Now, what would she prefer? Strawberry? Bacon, for fuck’s sake? Chocolate? All girls like chocolate, don’t they? I grab a pack of those.
Glow in the dark? Now that would be decidedly creepy. Who wants to look down and see their cock glowing green? I put those back on the shelf. Studded? Inside or out? Nah, maybe some time in the future we’ll experiment.
There’s pleasure-shaped, warming, mint? Tingling with a spearmint lubricant. Coloured—which would she prefer? In the end, I impatiently pick up a couple of packs of the ones they seem to have most of, assuming they’re the most popular brand. Then, knowing the VP is waiting, hurry to the counter and act cool as my purchase is rung up and I hand over my cash.
“You took your time.” Demon grins knowingly as I head for my bike. “Find what you needed?”
It’s best to ignore him.
As soon as I get back to the compound, I find Jayden. When I tell her about my phone call, she’s delighted at my news.
“Shooter? Coming here?” Her face lights up. “It will be amazing to see someone from home.”
I share her enthusiasm, but in truth it makes me feel guilty. Jayden and I should be embracing our new life, not looking back to old friends and places. Once lockdown’s ended I resolve to find out what Pueblo has to offer us. There’s no point continuing to wish for what we left in Tucson, the Herreras aren’t going to disappear anytime soon. Fuck knows when, or even if, they’ll stop looking for Jayden.
Later, when we’ve retreated to our room, I close the door, standing with my back against it. As Jay looks at me with one eyebrow raised, I put my hand in my cut and bring out the packets I’ve bought.
She comes closer to see. “Chocolate?” Her eyes sparkle with mirth.
I smirk. “Thought you might give me more blowjobs.”
The minx reaches out her hand and traces my already lengthening cock. “You liked how I woke you this morning, then?” she asks cheekily.
“Fuckin’ ace, babe.” I press my lips to hers.
“You like chocolate then, do you?”
“Mmm mmm,” I agree, nuzzling her cheek.
“Could get some chocolate paste and smother my pussy.”
Fuck. I like the sound of that. “Trying to sweeten me up, Doll?”
“Is it working?”
“Uh huh.”
“I balked at the glow in the dark ones.” As I go on to describe the various types available, Jayden’s holding onto her sides as she laughs. It’s when I talk about the studded ones, she looks interested.
“What about a cock piercing?”
“How about I just give you my cock for now?” Christ, I don’t desire a needle anywhere near my dick. To get her mind on other things I back her over to the bed, watching her eyes light with desire.
It seems easy, natural between us. Our hands move together, her helping me out of my clothes, mine helping with hers. Both of us breathing faster, heart rates speeding up. In our impatience, it doesn’t take long before we’re both naked. She lies back when I encourage her, more than happy to allow me to give her a couple of orgasms with my tongue to get her in the right mood.
Then I’m fumbling, trying to get the condom over my dick.
She raises her head at the delay and watches. “Did you buy the right size?”
“Not helpful, Jay.” I toss the one I’ve just torn a hole in away. My eagerness is making me clumsy. I try again, this time with more success.
“You didn’t get ribbed for her pleasure?”