“Man, both of you are such whiners,” Colin teased. “You’ve obviously never experienced a good orgasm after denying yourself.”
“And you have? I thought you said you hadn’t been with many people, and I don't exactly see you as the type to hand over control.” Once I knew what in the fuck I was doing, it would be hot as hell to exact a bit of revenge on Colin for torturing me, but I wasn’t sure he’d go for that. He didn’t show it often, but he seemed like a bit of a control freak, at least when it came to sex.
“Just because I don't have a little black book filled with a list of all the people I’ve slept with, doesn't mean I haven't experimented on my own.” Fuck, that sounded hot. I bet he was the freaky type who had a footlocker filled with toys and blankets on top in case anyone started snooping.
“Are you for real? Why would you deny yourself on purpose?” I wasn’t strong enough for that shit. When I jerked off, it was with one purpose in mind: coming my brains out. Denying yourself, repeatedly, was a stupid idea.
Colin shrugged. “It was something I thought would be fun to do with a partner, and I wanted to know what it felt like. As I learned about different things, I made a list of what I eventually wanted to do to somebody else, and then, as much as I could, I tested everything out on myself.”
“That’s some freaky ass shit,” I observed. It was also hot as hell. While Daniel drove, I peppered Colin with questions about the different things he’d tried and what he thought about everything.
By the time Daniel pulled into the parking lot, that was more potholes and compacted gravel than smooth driveway, I was beginning to second-guess everything. Daniel turned off the car and Colin quickly got out, opening my door and holding out his hand.
“You ready?”
I looked at the blacked-out windows at the front of the building and my jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me right now? We can't go in there in the middle of the damn day,” I argued.
“Why? Are you chicken?”
“No, but what if somebody sees us?”
“Do you really think anyone's going to say anything? Remember, if anybody blabbed about seeing you here, they'd be admitting that they were here, too.” Colin gripped my hand tightly and tugged me out of the car.
It didn't matter that he made a valid point. Places like this were where you went after way too many drinks with a bunch of buddies. I could only imagine what Colin had in store. The only times I’d ever been to an adult bookstore, it was to find porn, buy lube, and once I came with a girl who was curious but too scared to visit on her own. That was one of the few times one-on-one sex hadn’t sucked, mostly because I’d been able to use the dildo and vibrator she’d picked up to get her most of the way there.
The cashier stopped us long enough to check our IDs to make sure we weren’t underage. I didn’t like how his gaze kept shifting between us. I felt ridiculously possessive and wanted to tuck Colin and Daniel behind me. They were my kinky mentors, not his. He licked his lips and reached between his legs as he took in the sight of the three of us surveying the store.
“If there'sanythingI can help you boys with, you just let me know.” He winked at Daniel. “You are a lucky man.”
Daniel grinned, draping an arm around me and the other around Colin. “You don't have to tell me twice.” I nearly choked when he pressed his lips to the side of my head.
“Relax,” he whispered. “Remember what Colin said. The only thing you have to do is feel.”
I was feeling, all right. But I wasn't sure if the fear or excitement were going to win out. I was so nervous, my dick was starting to have a case of performance anxiety. Daniel threaded his fingers with mine, pulling me along behind Colin.
My mind spun as I tried to figure out what some of the shit he looked at was for. There was a box that had an unmistakable picture on the front. He picked it up and flipped it over to read the back before setting it back on the shelf. And fuck me if I wasn’t disappointed that he wasn’t picking up the restraints.
I was unable to ask any of the million questions I had as Colin made his way up and down the aisles, tossing different bottles and jars into the basket. I groaned when he stalked over to a wall display filled with various cock rings and chastity devices.
“Fuck that,” I argued. “No way are you buying a cage, unless you’re getting it because you want to be the one locked up.”
He spun around, flashing me a sinister smile. “And what if I did?” He stepped closer to me, pressing his hand against my chest. “Would you lock me up and hold the key? You’d be in total control of when I could touch myself, when I could get hard, and when I came. Do you like the thought of that, Zach?”
My immediate thought was, hell yes, I would lock him up. It would serve him right for teasing me all day. But as I scanned the display of different types of metal and plastic cages, I winced.
Those couldn't possibly be comfortable. I shook my head.
“I mean, I guess if it's something you wanted,” I hedged. Remembering how considerate he'd been with me so far, I didn't want to make him feel like I would be turned off if that was something he wanted to try for himself.
Colin slid his hand over my cheek. He stepped closer and I held my breath. “Thank you for being honest with me.”
My eyes fluttered closed as I felt his breath ghosting over my skin. My body sagged against his. I couldn't remember ever being this desperate to feel someone's lips against mine. He kissed the hollow right by my ear. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized there was a direct connection between my ear and my dick, but I felt my balls draw tight and I truly feared I was about to come without either of them touching my shaft.
Colin dropped the shopping basket and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body to his. “You have no clue how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you. I’ve been thinking about this since the night I followed you out to your car at work. You looked so fucking desperate, like you wanted nothing more than for me to bend you over the hood of the car and bury my cock inside of you.”
“I didn’t—” I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to answer that. It certainly hadn’t been a conscious desire but, thinking back, I couldn’t be sure I hadn’t wanted it. He was sexy as hell, and I vaguely remembered thinking he’d be a safer option for exploring my sexuality because we weren’t friends, but I knew I could trust him.
“Yeah, you did.” He nipped the tendon in my neck. “And that’s okay, because I wanted it too, but I knew it was meant to be just like this.”
