Page 52 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend
“You know what I mean. So, which one do you think is the closest to your dick size? I want to get a few that are smaller than it,” he says at a totally normal volume.
And just like that, I’m back to being embarrassed. I try to be subtle as I point to one that seems about the same width and length as my hard cock, trying not to draw any more attention to us than Oakley already has. He eagerly picks it out andadds a few smaller dildos and plugs to the baskets he’s carrying. Then he looks back at them all again and adds another one to the basket. “I think you need a matching one,” he says, throwing me a wink.
He adds some cleaning supplies for the toys and an obnoxious amount of lube to the basket as well—promising different flavors, temperatures, and toy compatibility. Then he hands me the basket, blinking up at me innocently, saying, “Thanks, Ranger,” with a shit-eating grin.
“Don’t be a brat or we’re not getting anything,” I warn, rolling my eyes.
“So strict,” he teases, but I can’t say I really hate the nickname. It’s ours, something he’s picked out just for me, so I could never hate it. Plus, the implication that I’m in charge of this man—my brilliant, charming, gorgeous best friend—is a rush.
I pay for everything, and thankfully, they put it all in discreet bags so we’re not flashing our plans to the world after we leave.
I can’t imagine running into anyone in our building and being able to keep a straight face if it had Ecstasy Emporium on the packaging.
25
OAKLEY
November
“I’ll order us some food while you drive,” I offer.
Now that we’re no longer in the sex store with the threat of a public erection clouding my thoughts, all I can think about is using the toys we got. Using them on him and him using them on me to prepare for his giant cock. I shift my thickening erection again as I get into my car, trying to find a position that will be comfortable enough to last the entire ride home.
Parker usually likes driving me around. I prefer to look out at the city and people, be on my phone or messing with the music, while he insists he’s content focusing on the road. I think it’s a control thing after he lost his dad to reckless driving. Not that he doesn’t trust me to drive him. I’ve always interpreted it as more of a wanting to protect me thing. He usually drives us to work or when we go out if we don’t use a driver, and as we head back, I’m really glad I’m not the one having to think about operating a moving vehicle, so I can give my full attention to the man beside me. I’d much rather focus on how hot he is.
“The food won’t be here for a while,” I say when we finally walk into our condo.
“Okay. Wanna throw on the Werewolves game?”
“We could do that. Oooooor we could open our new toys and get everything ready,” I suggest with a smug grin.
“Well, obviously that one,” he agrees with a laugh.
I dump out the bag right on the kitchen counter. “Let’s open them all and get everything clean so that we don’t have to worry about it each time we want to use a new one,” I say, already tearing into the box that’s closest to me. I take it over to the sink with the toy cleaner we got, and Parker works on taking out the rest, giving each of them to me to clean as we go. Then I lay them all out on some paper towels in order of their size.
It’s all very domestic, like we’re an old married couple washing the dishes as a team, and not preparing butt plugs to prep for fucking each other.I love it.
“Should we shower first?” he suggests.
“Yeah. We should probably do it separately, though, so we don’t get distracted and miss the delivery guy.”
“Fair. I’ll be quick,” he promises.
We both manage to get cleaned up, and are back in the kitchen by the time the concierge brings our food. I opted for just some loose grey sweats, and Parker did the same.
“Fuck, grey sweatpants really are like male lingerie,” I say, obviously staring at the visible outline of Parker’s cock, ignoring the bags of takeout on the table. “Do you wear those in public?”
“Why? Don’t want anyone else to see?” he taunts.
“I can’t decide what’s hotter, me being the only one who can look at you in those, or the idea of everyone seeing while I know that I’m the only one who gets to touch,” I answer, still staring at his crotch the entire time. I’m sure my cock is also making itself known as it thickens, the sweats definitely don’t leave anything up to the imagination.
Then I have the horrible realization that we never discussed exclusivity. “Wait, it is just me, right?”
He chuckles, shaking his head a bit before answering simply, “Only you.”
“Okay, good. I’m not very good at sharing,” I say on a very relieved exhale before quickly adding, “Obviously, I’m not going to be with anyone else while we’re hooking up either.” He smiles at my comment, and the panic I’d felt moments ago vanishes. I can’t wait any longer, I need to touch him.
“Want to wait to warm up the food later and get started with our new toys?” I ask hopefully. I intentionally ordered things that’d reheat well because I hoped we’d have some fun before eating.
