Page 62 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?
“With some guys from college on the way back from McDonalds. They were shopping kinky stuff for their girlfriends.”
“I’ve always ordered my supplies online,” he says all serious, tilting his head to the side and catching my gaze.
I chuckle, sliding my hands lower and giving his ass a squeeze. “Whatever will you do now that you have me dragging you into an actual shop?”
He leans into the touch, a smile curving his mouth. “I’ll get some stuff. Plus, I’m the one that brought you here.”
“Yeah, true. So, what kind of stuff?” I whisper, leaning in from the side until my lips graze the tip of his ear.
I want to kiss him. I want his taste. I breathe in, my cock twitching.Fuuuuck, he smells so nice.
“This, for a start,” he says, picking up a bottle of cherry-flavored lube. His voice comes out a little hoarser.
I slip one hand under his shirt. I can’t help it. My eyes flutter closed when I feel his heated skin. Making my way up his flank, I reach his nipple and give it a rub. His breath catches, the spark in his brown gaze darkening as it locks on me through the mirror along the shelf in front of us.
God, he’s so sexy.
His nipple is hard in no time, poking through his shirt when I let my hand slip out so I can go for the other one. He stops me.
“There are cameras.”
I huff against his hair. “I’m pretty sure if anyone minded, they’d have stopped us already.”
“Maybe they are just embarrassed.”
“Or they are enjoying the show.”
Chai shifts his weight, his erection brushing against my hand. “Leo, behave. I’d rather we avoid a visit to the precinct.”
I let him escape my hold, but that doesn’t mean I’ve given up. I love stirring him up and watching him fighthow much he wants me because we happen to be in public. To be honest, part of my brain likes the idea of doing stuff in front of others. Not with them, no one but me is allowed to touch Chai, but having an audience while I make a mess of him has its appeal.
Adjusting myself, I catch up to him. He’s inspecting a bottle of pineapple-flavored lube, but I spare it only a glance as my eyes land on what’s sitting past the shelf partition. Reaching over Chai’s shoulder, I grab the smallest size.
“Chaai, lookity look what we have here. I think we need some of this too,” I say, holding the silicone butt plug where he can see it as I wiggle my eyebrows at him.
His eyes snap to it, dark and curious as he drops the lube in the basket where the cherry one is. His fingers join mine as he inspects the sample butt plug, rubbing and stroking like it’s a dick and it’s his mission to get it hard as quickly as he can. The stifled smile arching the corners of his mouth betrays exactly what he’s trying to do, but even if I realize it, my dick still takes notice.
Ah, but I can play that game, too.
I move down the aisle and pick a slightly bigger one. This one is not smooth, but made up of beads that gradually increase in size. It has a compartment for one of those bullet vibrators, too. I imagine Chai wearing it during a meeting, trying to keep his cool as I turn it on remotely.
My dick hardens, making my bulge blatantly obvious to anyone who as much as glances at my crotch. I remember our trip to Tokyo and how titillating it was to keep Chai on edge all day. Teasing here and there without giving either of us what we wanted. We ended up not having the chance to fool around, but it’s different now.
I spin on my heel and face him, licking my lips. “I have a thick cock.”
His eyes crinkle, mirth mixing in with lust. “You are rather well-endowed, yes. I am aware,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone that makes me fight off a snort.
This is so Chai. “Yes, so…” I step in, waving the plug. It’s curved toward the end, longer than the first one too. “I think I should train you first. On something smaller.”
Goosebumps rise all over me as he inhales sharply. His eyes take me in, greedy and hungry and lingering on my bulge. I think he likes that idea.
I put back the sample and grab an unopened one, tossing it in the basket along with one like the first we viewed. I pick a slightly bigger one too that’s more like a small dildo and comes with a suction cup. His eyes follow my hand as I rub it through the packaging, then it joins the rest of the items we’re buying.
“And this one you can use when I’m not around,” I inform him.
Chai reaches for the shelf above, grabbing a moderately big plug with an egg-shaped base and a narrower, slightly curved tip. He squeezes my dick through my pants, dropping the plug in the basket. “This one’s for you. You’ll wear it while we do it if I tell you to.” He turns on his heel and snatches something from the shelf on the other side. It’s a leather cock ring. “And this, too.”
My dick jumps, begging to be freed.Fuuuuck. Chai’s gonna be the end of me.
