Page 82 of Roleplay at Randy's
“Not for you,” I mumble against his lips, held still by a hand on my nape. “Not yet.”
His breath hitches, and it takes an immeasurable amount of self control not to drop to my knees and kiss him until we’re both ready to snap.
No can do; I’ve got to go through my spoils of war. Or in this case, the internet.
I give him one last kiss, slipping out of his hold, and make my way through our room to the bathroom.
The box is a mix of items I ordered from a site I’ve been using since starting up the whole subscription service thing. Considering I’ve never put any weight into topping before, I needed a harness of some kind, and I may have ordered more than one so I can figure out what’s comfortable.
There are a surprising number of options for strap-ons that are supposed to be stimulating for both of us, and I probably went a little overboard buying three of them. If this ends up being something we both like, it’s good to have options, right?
A couple of items are for Elias, especially in case being penetrated isn’t his thing, and a rush of arousal comes over me as I clean and put everything away into a new toy box. I want to explore with Lee; I want to find what we like, what works. Before, I bitched about sex because it was emotionless, just sweat and endorphins, but the two of us?
It’s so much more.
I’m going to make sure Elias knows it, too. How incredible we are. How irreplaceable.
Elias’coworker lives in a studio apartment with blackout curtains, the softest carpet in existence, and is devoid of most furniture aside from a king bed decked out in the corner.
When we discussed wanting more time than Cal’s therapy would allow and not wanting the pressure of needing to be quiet while everyone sleeps, Elias had looked into places we could go for a couple of hours. What he’d ended up with was an offer from another stripper—Rascal, I think—to borrow his apartment while he goes in for a shift.
“If I’m not at work, I’m at school,” he had explained. “So I’m really only ever here to crash.”
He left Elias with a key and told us a range we could use the apartment for, and here we are.
Miya is a saint for taking on as much of Cal’s care as she has since she’s been here, but if either of us try to thank her, we get glared at and lectured on how she never gets to see her nephew, so she’ll spend as much time with him as she can.
I really love how supportive this family is.
My bag that has our toys, my tripod, and other miscellaneous things gets sat on the edge of the bed as we take the place in. The energy around us is anticipatory if a little stilted.
“You know,” Lee says, coming to stand in front of me and rub his hands along my arms. “I’ve never quite planned sex like this. I’m not sure what to do.”
“I have,” I say, leaning into him and accepting the kiss he brushes over my mouth. “But you’re right. It feels strange.”
“Why don’t you set up while I rifle through your bag of toys?” He grins against my lips, hands slipping up into my hair, and if he isn’t careful we won’t make it to the video stage because I’ll beg him to have me right here.
“Some of those are a surprise.” Still, I smile too and lacemy fingers together at his nape, groaning at the feel of his tongue stroking mine. “But I could use your help choosing a dildo.”
That makes him finally break away, and though I whine a little, I know it’s for the best.
“How many do you have?”
“I narrowed it down to two. Figured you should have a say in what gets stuck in your ass.”
He kisses me again to cover his laughter, but that only results in me joining him and us making out until Elias finally pushes me away.
“Let’s pick out a dick, baby.”
I shoot him a glare, but I have to roll my lips to keep from cracking up again.
Making sure to keep the other items hidden, I pull out the two silicone strap-ons I’d chosen and lay them on a towel I brought. If we’re going to be using someone else’s bed—even if we plan on washing their sheets when we’re done—I want to keep our bodily fluids somewhat contained.
While I work on setting up the tripod and my phone with a decent angle, I watch Elias examine the toys out of the corner of my eye.
“What do you think?”
“I think I’m really fucking grateful you’re as thoughtful as you are. You picked out smaller ones for my comfort, didn’t you?”
