I laugh, spilling a drop of wine on my shirt. “What do you mean, ugly?” I rub at the spot before looking back at her. “It’s a cream leather chair. It’s not ugly.”
“It’s cream? It definitely won’t match this room, then. Between the dark leather, the pink suede, the brocade pattern on that sofa bed and the sheepskin everywhere, no cream leather chair is going to look at home in here.” She looks up the stairs and then back at me. “What are your other options? Do you have space in your room? It looked pretty crowded up there to me. You know you already have three chairs in there, right?”
I don’t want to open the box in front of her. Even after three—or four—glasses of wine, I’m sure of that. I need to steer this conversation in a different direction, before it goes too far. Send her chattering off on a new tangent if I can.
“Are you single?” I blurt out. My eyes close and I allow myself a moment to consider the direction this question takes us. Not the direction I had hoped.
Tina laughs and when I open my eyes, she’s staring at me, again. “I think I like you, Danny, weird and all. Who wants everyone they know to be normal, right?” She places her glass on the coffee table and stands up. I watch her, unsure what she’s about to do and then she holds out her hand, palm up. “Come on.” She nods at her hand and I frown and hold mine up, still not clear what’s happening.
She grabs my fingers and pulls me to a standing position, the sudden movement meaning we knock against each other. I quickly put my own glass on the table, making sure not to spill any more wine, before looking into those blue eyes that suck me in. We’re about the same height, and we’re way too close right now. I watch her tongue slide over her lips, and I’m almost tempted to—
“Come on,” she says, again. “We’re unboxing that baby, right now.”
“Oh, no, really, we shouldn’t.”
“Let’s get it done, then we can put it away and you can stop staring at it.”
“I wasn’t staring.”
“You were definitely staring. I never knew a box could be so interesting.”
Once she gets it open, she’ll know exactly what’s so interesting about my new, three thousand dollar chair.
Chapter Five - Danny
“Oh my God! You bought a sex chair?” Tina doubles over as the cardboard and wrapping fall away. I convinced her to make a video instead of live-streaming and I’ve never been so happy to get my way. It’s ruined now, though. The screen shakes and she’s filming all different parts of the room as she shrieks, “No wonder you didn’t want me to help you open it.”
“Well,” I sniff, crossing my arms and frowning at the chair. “Now you know.”
She suddenly stands up and taps the screen on her phone. She frowns and taps again and then shoves it into her back pocket. “Come on. Let me examine it. I’ve heard about these things, but I’ve never seen one.”
“You’re way too into this.”
Tina laughs again. “No, you’re too into it. You bought it, not me. Did you tell your girlfriend you were getting one?” She shakes her head as she stares at the chair. Her fingers twitch and I know she wants to run her hands over the soft leather.
I know this because my own hand is doing the same. There’s something about new leather, whether it’s installed in a brand new car, a sexy gulfstream jet, or an expensive sex chair, that makes you want to smooth your hands over it and breathe in the scent.
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” I confess, giving in and stepping forward to touch it. It’s as soft as I expected. “I was surfing the internet a while ago and I came across it.”
“You bought it on a whim, and you’re single?” Her giggles are coming thick and fast now. “You need to ban yourself from the internet, my friend.” She walks around the high end of the chair and reaches out to slide her hand over the adjustable headrest. “Gosh, it’s soft.” Our eyes meet, and she licks her lips, like she’s been doing all morning. “Are there instructions?”
I shake my head, mostly to dislodge the dirty vision I’m having of bending her over the leather. “I’ll check.” I dig a pamphlet out of the packaging mess and hold it up. “Here.” Her fingers brush mine as she takes it from me. The leather on this seat might melt if it gets any hotter in here, and I find myself tugging at the collar of my t-shirt.
My neighbour smirks at me. Yes, she smirks, as she opens the instructions, holding them up to her face and looking at me over the top. “Tell me you haven’t bought other sex items online. Did I miss a bondage swing in your bedroom earlier, or do you keep it somewhere else? Do you have a playroom, Danny? If you do, I want to see it right now.” She throws her head back and laughs and I’m unsure if she’s amused by her own words, or if the look on my face is enough to inspire hysteria.
I’ve truly never been more embarrassed, or more turned on in my life.
I expected the chair to sit in one of my many rooms and gather dust. For it to be just another thing I own that I have no attachment to. Right now, I’m wildly attached to it, and I’m even beginning to think I might get to try it. Even if we keep our clothes on. That could be fun.
I swallow the lump of anticipation in my throat, before I lean my knee against the chair. “Want to sit on it?”
“Yes!” She doesn’t hesitate, immediately dropping to the curved edge. Her legs slide across the leather and she leans back, as though she’s sitting on a sun lounge by the pool. She frowns and opens the brochure. “I feel like this is not the ultimate position. Let me see. It says there are videos on the internet. Oh my god, we have to see those!” She rolls to the side and pulls her phone out of her back pocket. I’m mesmerised by her. I can’t move or speak. I just watch her absolute excitement as she brings up the site. Eventually she looks up at me and pats the leather. “Sit with me, Danny. This is your new toy, not mine. I thought you’d be more into it.”
“Seeing you so excited has reminded me how I felt when I handed over my credit card details.” I grin and sit on the opposite end, my feet on the floor on either side of the chair. She watches me, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly lifts her legs and places her feet either side of my hips.
Thank god she’s wearing jeans!
Her eyebrows lift and she grins back. “Let’s watch the video, shall we?” Then she pouts. “You can’t see it from over there.”
“It’s fine. I’m sure I’ll get the gist from your facial expressions.” She laughs and presses play, and her eyes immediately widen. “Oh, God. They’re naked!” She shrieks and turns the phone toward me. “Look. It’s a proper demonstration of the positions. With naked people.” She turns the screen back to face her. “Did you watch this the other night?”
“I might have.” I chuckle as she stares at me, but it doesn’t last. Her eyes are drawn back to the couple moving on the screen.
I’m so damn happy to live vicariously through her, she has no idea. Watching her affects me. The way her eyes dart across the screen as she bites her lip on the left side. The tip of her tongue darting in and out, and the occasional flick of her eyes to look over at me.
Her feet move against my hips and without thinking I wrap my hands around them, sliding my fingers up the leg of her jeans. I pull her socks off, one at a time, watching for a sign this is not okay. But she lets me. Her calf muscles are stiff, so I run my hands up the muscles, adding gentle pressure, then I groan when she finds the volume button.
“There’s sound,” she whispers, eyes wide now. She wiggles slightly, her legs sliding further over mine, my fingers moving higher up her legs. The sound of lovemaking fills the room—gasps and moans, quiet words of love, and the sounds of kissing. Sounds I haven’t had a part in creating for far too long. My body responds to all the sensation, and it’s time to put an end to this before she discovers my reaction.
I take a deep breath and try to think of something non-stimulating. My high school math teacher normally does the trick, but today, even that’s not working. I pull my hands free of her jeans and try to block ou
t the sound of the seductive background music on the video.
Why did I let her start that thing? It’s not like I didn’t watch it six times the other night before I ordered the chair.
I lift one of her legs and move to the side, thinking of any excuse to retreat to the kitchen. I stand and then turn back. “Can I get you another drink?”
“No.” Her voice is quiet, and she slides her finger over the screen, the sound cutting off in the middle of a particularly passionate kiss. “I’ve had enough.”
I nod, but instead of escaping to the other room I stand there, looking down at her, wishing we were something more so I could take up the invitation I see in her eyes. If we meant more to each other, I’d waste no time taking my new purchase for a test ride. I tell myself to step back as she stands and slides her phone into her pocket, but I don’t. I stay right there, almost on top of her, our chests touching, the heat between us unmistakeable.
How is this happening when we just met? How is it that I want to tear her clothes off in the middle of a lunchtime glass of wine? She’ll think I’m deranged if I tell her how I feel.
Before I can speak, Tina leans forward, ever so slowly. She presses her breasts against me, and any doubt I had about the spark between us melts away. Her hands sneak into the back of my hair and I close my eyes and breathe her in.
Everything about her is soft. Her sweater. Her hands. The curve of her lips when I open my eyes to find her smiling at me. I know it’s because of the wine, but I give myself a moment in this embrace, a moment to wrap my hands around her, and press closer. Any second now she’ll come to her senses and disappear out the door, but for these few seconds this sweet treat is all mine.
Her lips brush against my chin, then move to my mouth, sending fire coursing through my veins. We linger, softly exploring—no demands—just a moment in time where two people find each other. She pulls my hair a little, and I grind against her thigh, both of us seeking more. Small movements that could almost be my imagination, turn into larger ones that can’t be mistaken for anything but need.
Then Tina leans forward and whispers into my ear, “Danny, I must be crazy, but let’s try the chair.”
Chapter Six - Tina/Danny
Tina
I’ve lost my mind!
I just propositioned my neighbour who I’ve known for four seconds. It doesn’t matter that he’s sexy, and funny, and a little bit quirky. Kind of like me, except for the sexy part.
We’re strangers. We know nothing about each other’s comings and goings—the peeking around the curtain whenever I hear his car doesn’t count. It’s been more than five years since I had a man’s hands on me, even less since I was accused of doing so.
I miss it.
I miss the intimacy.
I miss being in a relationship.
Knowing there’s a person there just for you, whether you need comfort, or to share your joy. Another person who cares what happens to you, sometimes even more than you do yourself. I miss warm hands sliding over my skin, and that flip-flop in the stomach when your tongue touches another. The excitement, and the rush, when you’re free to explore. To discover what feels good with that person.
How you fit together.
All of this I experience now as Danny slides his fingers into my hair and holds me firmly against his mouth. Mine opens and he delves inside, and all I want to do is drown in him. Every part of my body is on fire and it’s all the fault of that damn chair. And those videos. Oh my. Who knew I’d almost throw myself at him after watching just one?
“Are you sure?” he asks, pulling away for a moment.
I open my eyes and stare into his, knowing there’s zero chance of turning back, even if I could convince myself it’s the right thing to do. I’ve been alone so long. “Yes. If you want to, of course.”
He doesn’t answer, just kisses me again, and it’s lucky. I wouldn’t be able to hear him over the roaring in my ears. Our hands explore each other, mine moving to unbutton his shirt, pulling a groan from him.
He leans away slightly and looks at me again, his hands still in my hair. “I want to. Believe me. I don’t want to take advantage of you, though. We just met. And there was wine.”
I grin and he pulls me closer as I laugh. “I didn’t have that much. Two glasses, and I’ve been here for a while. That’s just enough to think this is a good idea, but not enough to regret it later. Trust me, the only thing I regret is ruining that unboxing video.”
He laughs and spins me around, and my eyes fall on the chair. My insides clench and excitement slithers through me. I imagine our naked bodies moving together on that creamy leather and my knees almost buckle. I glance over my shoulder, a smile on my lips, when my eyes are drawn to sunlight in the corner of the room.
“Umm, Danny?”
“Hmm.”
His hand is around my waist and inside my shirt, his mouth on my neck. The warmth of his skin makes me catch my breath and for a second, I consider tipping my head back onto his shoulder and just going with it.
But I can’t.
“I just need to do one thing.” I pull away gently and face him. I kiss his chin and then step to the right. “It’s nothing, really, but can we, uhh, close this curtain?”
The worried expression on his face disappears and he grins. “Of course. I thought you’d changed your mind.” We move to the window together and he pulls the curtain aside and turns a small dial on the wall. A security shutter bursts into life and blocks out the sunlight—and any possible prying eyes—as it lowers. “Want me to put the shutters on the others?”
“No, this is good. The other curtains are all closed. I don’t want anyone to be able to see in.”
“Do you have a problem with the outdoors, or large spaces?” He pulls me to him, concern clear on his face. “We can go upstairs, if you’d rather.”
I smile and pull him back toward the chair. We dragged it into the middle of the enormous room before we pulled the packaging away, so now it sits front and centre, taunting me. “I promise the only thing I have an issue with is people seeing us. The last thing I want to do is leave this chair here, unused.” I press myself against him, my arms snaking around his neck. I like how I feel when I’m close to him. “Unless you really do have a playroom hidden somewhere. In which case, I’d very much like my first experience in there.”
He laughs, and it’s a sound that goes straight to my soul. “No such luck, I’m afraid. How about,” he kisses me, “we get the hang of this toy before we consider any others.”
My stomach twists, and I catch my breath, warmth spreading between my legs as he presses his hardness against my thigh. If this goes well, I’ll install my own damn playroom next door and invite him over to christen it.
There’s no more talk as we lose ourselves in each other. He removes my jeans, sliding them down and then taking the time to pull each foot free. His fingers tangle roughly in my panties and he drags them to the floor before kissing his way up my thighs. I can’t stop the shudder of anticipation when his fingers slide under my top and pull it over my head. When he’s standing in front of me again, I waste no time removing his shirt and everything below his waist.
We both moan as my hand settles around him.
His fingers glide over the curve of my breast and then move behind to unhook my bra. My brain is shouting a warning at me, but I ignore it. It’s been so long that every sensation is heightened. The bra finally unclips, and he pulls it free, leaving my naked breasts to press against his chest, while we kiss, and he walks me backward to the chair. When the leather touches the back of my leg, he turns us around and sits, pulling me down with him.
The curve of the chair means we fit neatly together, my legs tucked close on either side of him. The friction between our bodies has my stomach in knots and I can’t seem to tear my mouth away from his. He bites my lip and I moan, the excitement between us building.
In the video the couple moved languidly, smiling at each other and gliding over the chair
.
It’s not like that for us.
The moment he enters me I grind against him. There’s no gentle moment where he moves deeper with each stroke. Instead he’s inside me all the way, the chair making it possible to get closer than I’ve ever been to anyone. I hear myself pant when his lips engulf my nipples, first one and then the other, his fingers taking the place of his mouth whenever he moves. I squeeze tight around him and dig my fingernails into his shoulder, and he groans and bites the nipple in his mouth. A delicious pain shoots right between my legs and before I know it, he’s moving, leaning further back, his hands squeezing my thighs as he thrusts into me. I grasp the soft leather and move over him, faster and faster, my skin gliding over his.
I’m not prepared for the speed of my orgasm and it hits me fast and hard, stealing my voice. Danny’s arms squeeze around my waist and he shouts a moment later, burying deep, holding me against him.
I want to say something—tell him how amazing he made me feel. How alive. But I have no words to describe the elation coursing through me. Instead, I press my lips against his and hope he can feel the emotion I put into that kiss. He’s still moving beneath me, and I lean back to look into his eyes.
The smile I see there surprises me. He grins like I imagine Mr. Biggles does when I spoil him with the cat treats he loves so much. Danny’s eyes sparkle and he runs his hands down my back and over the curve of my bottom.
“How long can you stay?” he asks.
I blink. “Umm. As long as you like.”
“Excellent,” he breathes, kissing my shoulder. “I plan to take a very long time to fully try out this excellent purchase of mine.”
DANNY
“Can I get you another drink?”
“Sure. Just water, though.” It’s nearly four o’clock and I have Tina stretched out in my bed, like a cat satisfied after a special treat. I’ve spent the better part of the afternoon making sure she feels amazing. “No more alcohol for me.”
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