“Well,” he started, going into his explanation. I realized after silicone, angled, and vibration, I quit listening. I trusted Nicco, and he was clearly more experienced in this area. Why wouldn’t I let him lead me in this as well?
“I’m game,” I said before he was finished. “I trust you. I’m sorry I doubted you.” Nicco smiled down at me, making my insides flutter. I loved how he could give me a look even now, and it felt like the first time.
“What about you, Wellsy?” he teased.
Wells' hands on my hips tightened as he debated. Eventually, he sighed, placing his head between my neck and shoulder as he breathed. “Fine,” he mumbled into it, sending tiny vibrations through me.
“Perfect.” Nicco beamed, moving to place them back in the display. He opened a drawer, pulling out two boxes and what looked like two packets of something. Nicco walked back around the counter, grabbing my hand to pull me in a different direction. Wells stumbled since he wasn’t watching, but quickly caught up as Nicco pulled us into what looked like a private dressing room. He shut the door, and I looked around at the space.
“Is this a sex room?”
“Sort of. If people want to try things out, they can.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Isn’t that unsanitary?”
He chuckled, the sound more throaty than usual as he occupied himself with taking the two plugs out of the boxes. “Strip,” he said in lieu of an answer.
“But,” I started when he walked forward, placing a finger against my lips.
“There’s a process, but most people who come here buy and try, no need to return. Sometimes, you just need a place, or the need strikes you, so they have it here. Don’t overthink it. Now, strip. Both of you.”
I glanced over at Wells, who shrugged, pulling his shirt over his head. Joining in, I pulled off my shirt and jeans, folding them up. When I was left in only my underwear, I looked up at Nicco.
“All of it.” He leaned back against a wall, clearly enjoying the show if the hard outline of his dick in his jeans was any indication. Clasping my bra, I unhooked it, dropping it to the floor. Now that I was pretty sure this would lead to something sexual, I was finding my footing. Slowly, I slid the panties down, kicking them into the pile of clothes I’d made.
Standing with my hands on my hips, I lifted an eyebrow and waited for my next order. Wells wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I peeked over, seeing that his dick was starting to grow as we stood there naked.
“Put on a show for me,” Nicco said, sitting back on the lounger.
I didn’t have to be told twice to kiss my surly lover. Turning in his arms, I went up on my tiptoes, bringing our lips together. Our kisses weren’t as aggressive as the first few times, but there was still a bite to kissing Wells that I didn’t get from the others. Each one felt like a war between the person he was and the person he wanted to be. I didn’t know how to tell him I loved him for who he was—brokenness and all. He didn’t have to be at war with himself anymore.
Cupping his face, I pulled back a second, forgetting Nicco. “I love you, Wells. You. Don’t hate who you were, because I love every part of you.”
He blinked, moving his hands to my hips and pulling me closer. His cock made itself known, bumping into my lower half, eliciting a soft moan from me. “How do you do that? See into my doubts?”
I smiled, love shining out of my eyes. “I’d like to say it's my superpower, but I just know you.” I kissed his nose, deciding to share some vulnerability. If you couldn’t be open while naked in a sex shop, when could you?
“And perhaps because I’ve thought them, too. If I’ve learned anything this past year, it’s that I had to embrace all aspects of myself—dark and light. I can’t rise to my full potential if I’m denying a crucial component of my identity. It doesn’t always mean it’s pretty, but it’s mine, and no one else can claim that. There’s power in that understanding. We’re all here for you. You don’t have to be worried about any of us leaving.”
Another body pressed into us, their warm hands wrapping around us. Wells tensed for a second before relaxing. We turned our heads together, finding Nicco peering at us. “As much as I want to be dominating and tell you both off for forgetting the assignment, Loren’s not wrong, Wells. When you let yourself be free in moments, it’s beautiful. You’re so much more than you realize.”
Nicco leaned forward slowly, giving Wells time to move if he wanted to. I saw the moment for what it was. Before, if they kissed, it might have been a moment of passion or something fun, but this was full of intensity and with purpose. If they kissed here, it would mean something, and Nicco was giving Wells an out. When he didn’t move, Nicco closed the gap, bringing his lips to Wells. I sucked in a breath at the kiss, biting my lip with need.
It was so different from Wells and Monroe. Theirs was a love woven from years of friendship and first loves; this was one of passion and unexpectedness, of discovering new parts of yourself and not being scared to crack that door open more.
Nicco bit Wells' lip, pulling back. He held his stare for a moment, emotion heavy in his eyes as I watched. His lips tilted up, and I heard as he smacked Wells' ass. “Now, show our woman how much you love her.” He kissed me quickly before returning back to his perch.
Wells took Nicco’s words to heart, lifting me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His lips immediately found mine, and a new passion was unleashed in him. He walked toward the wall, stopping when my back pressed against it. Our kissing turned sloppy as we tried to devour one another’s mouths. When I felt his fingers near my core, a whimper left me.
“Need you,” I gasped, moving my neck for him to kiss. He greedily obliged, kissing down my nape, his finger plunging into me in quick succession. I quivered with need as he pulled his finger in and out. It wasn’t enough, and I wiggled, trying to find more friction.
“Fuck her,” Nicco said, sounding closer. “Plunge your thick cock into her tight pussy and make her see stars, Crash. Do it, or I’ll take over, and you won’t get your reward.”
With a growl, Wells' hands lowered to my hips, tilting me slightly before he positioned me over his cock, thrusting up in one movement. Moaning, my head fell back against the velvet wall, its smoothness feeling nice against my naked flesh. My hands braced on Wells' shoulders as he moved me up and down, and I soon climbed toward an orgasm.
“Yes, Wells. Fuck our wife.” I looked over to Nicco, wanting him closer. He stood, his cock in his hands as he watched our show. I beckoned with my finger, drawing him near. I pulled his head close, kissing him. Using him as leverage, I wrapped one arm around his neck, moving my other to his dick. In tandem with him, I wrapped my hand around his, helping him to fist his cock. Nicco groaned into my kiss, and I felt my walls begin to tighten.
My head fell back as curses left me, and I moaned. “Yes, fuck, yes.”