As soon as I’m on the street, I check to see if I can find them, even duck into the market to be sure, but they’ve gone. What a mess.
Drop the boyfriend card on him, then burn him with my coffee. Poor guy didn’t deserve that.
I groan, fingers in my hair, wishing I could reverse time and head straight home from work instead.
That was not my finest moment.
I pull out my phone and text Orson instead.
Any chance you’re free this afternoon and want the company of a complete moron?
He texts right back.
Orson:The moron can stay behind, but I’d love to see you.
Me:Not sure I can separate the two.
There’s no reply, and I stand there, lurking on the sidewalk, waiting. A few minutes later, a picture comes through, and it takes me a moment to work out what I’m looking at.
It’s … a butt plug. Covered in lube.
My jaw hits the damn street.
Orson:What if I made it worth your while?
Me:Suddenly moronless and on my way.
I have no idea if he’s suggesting what I think he is here, but my incredible clusterfuck is forgotten. I’ll make it up to Molly later.
Right now, Orson has already blown my mind, and it’s about time I did the same to him.
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Orson
Every movement feelsweird.
The plug is right up there, the base rubbing between my cheeks, and I’m equal parts nervous and excited over the fact I’ve booty-called Ford over here like it’s the kind of thing I do all the time.
I’m torn between wanting to pace out this excess energy and not wanting to move a muscle because every time I do, the plug shifts, and zings are going off all over. My cock is rock hard, and if Ford doesn’t get here soon, I’m going to have to start without him.
Just as I have that thought, my front door opens, and I hear heavy footsteps in the hall. There are two clunks—I’m guessing his boots—and then Ford appears at my living room door. His dark eyes are blazing when they lock on mine.
“So … nice day?” His voice shakes with the effort to sound casual.
I lean—carefully—against the side of my couch. “Not bad.”
“Anything, uh, different or exciting happen?”
“Hmm …” I pretend to think. “I bought a pie for dinner.”
“Right. Nice.”
“And shoved a butt plug up my ass.”
His gaze immediately drops to my groin, and his tongue darts across his lips as he takes a step closer. “Where did that glorious idea come from?”
“Well, I’ve been getting to know this guy, who I really like, and we’ve been taking it slow.” I meet his eyes. “And maybe I wanted to hit the accelerator.”