Page 51 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend
“Well, we won’t be moving in until the second week of January, and we have some time set aside to get settled. By the end of January, all of the construction should be completed, and we’ll move into the design phase,” Bella says.
“I’ve already scheduled all of the shipments for that first week of February for our event staples that we had previously agreed on. But, keep in mind, the larger selection we offer, the more storage we’ll need for when they’re not in use, and we’re working with limited space,” Theo reminds Oak gently.
“True. Okay, I trust your judgement. If you’re happy with the selection then I’m sure it’s fine,” Oakley agrees, and Theo’s smile relaxes. “Sorry, I’m just excited. I love weddings so much and I want this resort to be the perfect venue,” Oakley says for probably the fifth time today. It really is sweet how invested he is. “I don’t want to get in anyone's way, but I know I’ll be way too hyped to wait until the soft launch with our family and friends to arrive with them all. Parker and I will probably come out a week early if you don’t need us before then.”
“That sounds perfect,” Bella says, sharing a relieved look with Theo, who nods his agreement.
“Well, unless you have anything else to address, I think we’ll say goodbye and safe travels,” I say as I stand. We all shake hands and wish them luck with their moves, leaving Oakley and I alone in my office.
“Was there anything else you wanted to do before we head out?” I ask.
“Nope, let’s go. I have somewhere for us to stop on our way home!” he says, sounding far too excited.
“New restaurant?” I guess.
“Better than food,” he assures me. Except it has the opposite effect. Because I have no idea what would have him so excited that he’s practically jogging down the hall ahead of me.
“What’s better than food?” I finally ask when we’re alone in the elevator.
“Sex, duh,” he answers, flashing me a huge grin that brings butterflies to life in my stomach.
“You want to stop somewhere…to have sex?” I clarify, and he laughs in response.
“No. We’re going to a sex shop,” he explains, basically bouncing off the walls. “Someone promised to buy me all the sex toys I want.” Those butterflies seem to multiply as I remember saying something along those lines after he offered me his ass.
“What if someone sees us?” I whisper, even though it’s still only us on the elevator. I’ve never been to any sort of adult store, and I have no idea what to expect.
“Then they’ll think we’re getting a sex toy. Who cares?”
“What are we actually getting?”
“Lots of lube for sure, butt plugs, and maybe a dildo or two that’s smaller than you so I can practice,” he says casually, like he’s talking about his grocery list and not preparing for me to fuck him. I let out a surprised laugh although my cock starts to thicken at the thought. I quickly adjust myself so that I’m notwalking out of the elevator with an obvious tent in my pants.How am I supposed to get through shopping with him?
The adult toystore isn’t at all what I was picturing when Oakley said where we were going. I have no idea why, but I thought it would be some shady dungeon-type setup where we needed to go down a sketchy alley or into a creepy basement behind some hidden door. Nope, Ecstasy Emporium is a storefront right on State Street with a large Pride flag in its normal window. There’s bright lighting, colorful dildos everywhere, and even ads for events and parties.
The friendly staff member who offered to help us out probably took one look at my bright red cheeks and knew I was a sex-toy virgin, but Oakley is acting surprisingly chill here. “Have you been here before? How are you so fucking calm right now?” I hiss at him under my breath as he admires a shelf of butt plugs in a variety of sizes.
“Ha, no. When would I have come here without you? I’m just excited. I’m glad you think I look calm. I feel like a kid in a candy store right now thinking about everything we could do with this stuff,” he says, smirking at me, and I feel my cheeks grow even hotter.
“Have you ever done anything like this before?” I hesitantly ask, not sure that I really want to know his answer. Thinking about him with anyone else makes my stomach churn.
“I’ve hooked up with a few girls who wanted me to use their toys on them, or had handcuffs, shit like that, and I’m a big fan of spanking, but I’ve never bought anything for myself,” he says with a shrug.
“Fuck, I’ve never even done any of that,” I admit. I never saw the appeal, and none of my previous partners ever brought it up.
“See anything you want to try?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows at me.
“I thought I was buying whatever you wanted?”
“Well, sure, but if you want to try anything, then you should get it too,” he encourages. “I want us both to figure out what we like.”
I think about it as I look around at the various options on display. There’s a leather section with collars, harnesses, even full outfits. Lace lingerie, some specifically labeled for men. A whole bunch of stuff that seems BDSM related that I wouldn’t have the first idea how to use. Then my gaze focuses back on Oakley, and my anxiety eases. “I don’t think I need anything,” I say. Getting to be with him is already so much better than anything I had ever dreamed of sexually. I don’t need anything extra.
If he asks me to try something, though, I won’t say no. I’m hoping to keep his interest for as long as possible. If that means we try out every kink under the sun, or buy a toy in every size and color…as long as we’re doing it together, then I know I’ll love it.
“Well, I sure as fuck will. There’s no way I’m taking your monster cock as the first thing in my ass.”
“I think my tongue has that honor,” I remind him, and he smirks, shoving my shoulder. It’s so easy to relax around him, to slip back into our comfortable dynamic that I almost forget where we are and why we’re here.
