Maybe Simon was right. Maybe I did need to find another job.
Sighing to myself, I pottered back towards the little courtyard of boutiques, wondering if it was too early to buy alcohol. I looked at the row of shops, reading the neat signage and examining the window displays, until one on the end caught my eye. The frontage was dark red, with elegant white lettering that read Desires, but it was the display in the window that made me stop and stare.
In it was a beautiful array of lingerie from delicate, sweet lace, to silk, to pieces that were darker and more seductive. They were all exquisite, and all I could think about was how incredible Simon would look in each and every one of them.
My dick throbbed as my imagination ran wild. I pictured Simon spread out on my bed, wrapped in sweet, pink-and-white lace while he begged me to fuck him. Whimpering as I teased him, edging him for hours until I finally gave him what he needed.
Then the picture melted into one of Simon in sheer black panties, wet with precum, with a dark corset-style garter belt wrapped around his waist, straps stretching over his thighs, holding up silken stockings as I bent him over the bed, using him over and over until we were both spent.
I’d joked about buying cheap panties to rip off him, but I couldn’t deny I’d thought about spoiling him with beautiful lingerie as well. Simon had said good underwear was expensive, and since he’d bought his entire collection himself, I thought he deserved to feel spoilt. He was still so unsure, even when I told him how sexy he was. For once, I wanted him to feel the way I felt whenever I looked at him.
I swallowed hard, trying desperately to think unsexy thoughts as I stepped up to the door and pushed it open, hearing a little bell ringing somewhere.
I could already tell this was going to be expensive, but somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I didn’t make a point of hiding the glossy black bag the lovely sales assistant, Amanda, had packed my purchases in, until I reached the front door of the flat.
I wanted to surprise Simon, but I wasn’t quite sure how to.
Did I just produce the bag and say, “Surprise! I bought you lingerie.”?
Did I take it out of the bag and give it to him? Was I supposed to re-wrap it?
Did I leave it on his bed for him to find?
Shit, should I not have bought him anything at all? This wasn’t a relationship; it was just supposed to be sex. And I’d never bought any of my hook-ups or fuck buddies presents before.
Shit. It was a bit late to take it back now.
Should I just hide it and take it back tomorrow?
Fuck, I was so confused.
I’d been trying to bury my feelings for Simon for weeks now, but the harder I tried to push them away, the stronger they seemed to get. Telling myself this was just a stupid crush had made my brain determined to show me that it wasn’t, that I had real feelings this time. Regardless of whether I actually wanted them or not.
That was what had led to me stupidly purchasing luxury underwear for my fuck buddy. Stupid, fucking feelings. This was why I never let my heart get involved. It always got messy.
“Are you okay?” Simon’s voice from behind me nearly gave me a heart attack, and I spun on the spot as all the blood drained out of my face. “You’ve been staring at the front door for nearly five minutes. Everything okay?”
“Fine,” I said, cursing as my voice came out unconvincingly high. “Just thinking.”
Simon chuckled, sliding his arm past me to push his key into the lock. “Well, don’t think too hard. You might hurt yourself.”
He’d obviously just come back from the gym and even though he was tired and sweaty, he still looked amazing in a dark hoodie and jogging bottoms. His gym bag and his backpack were slung over his wide shoulders, and I wanted to reach out and run my fingers over his muscles.
Instead, I settled for subtly grabbing his ass as we went through the door, laughing as Simon yelped in surprise.
“What was that for?”
I shrugged. “You have a great ass. I missed it.”
Simon blushed at the compliment but for once didn’t argue with me. Maybe my constant praise was finally getting through to him.
“What’s in the bag?” he asked, turning to me and nodding at the bag I was still clutching like an idiot.
“Umm, it’s… it’s a surprise.” Dammit. Why couldn’t I have just said it was something for work?
“Oh? For who?”
“For, um, for you…” I was suddenly terrified I was going to scare Simon away when all I’d intended was to make him feel good about himself.
Well that, and to treat myself to seeing Simon in delicious, sexy panties.
Perhaps my motivation had been both selfish and altruistic. I could live with that. It made it slightly easier to deal with than if I’d been doing it purely to spoil Simon.
Fuck, that made me sound like such an asshole.
“R-really?” Simon’s face was the perfect picture of surprise. “Why?”
“Because I wanted to spoil you,” I said before giving him a smirk. “And because you’re going to look so good for me.”
Simon licked his lips. “Okay. Let me just go grab a shower and then you can show me.”
“Sure.” I was glad he’d suggested a shower because it would give me a moment to freak the fuck out. Also, I thought Amanda had put the receipt in the bag, and I didn’t want Simon to see just how much I’d spent on him.
These definitely weren’t Primark panties.
In my defence though, the lingerie the store sold was gorgeous and I knew Simon was going to look edible. It was a paper-thin excuse, but it was all I had. I was just going to ignore my non-existent willpower and the real reason I’d wanted to spoil Simon.
I opened the door to his room, placing the bag on the bed and quickly tucked the receipt into my pocket. I heard the shower running and knew I had a few minutes to kill, so I pulled out my phone in the hope that I could freak out to Thick Boy in Lace before Simon came back. I sent him a quick message in the vague hope he’d see it in time.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I rubbed my fingers over my eyes, groaning into my hands. What the fuck was I doing? I was in way over my head, and I had no idea what was going on. I felt like I’d tried to sail the Atlantic in a dingy and suddenly realised what a fucking stupid idea this was.
How the fuck had I thought I could keep feelings out of this?
There was a whole category of books and films that told me why hooking up with your friend was never a good idea. But, as usual, I’d just thought with my dick.
“Fuck,” I groaned. Well it was too late to turn back now. Might as well go down with the ship. Or dingy in my case.
I looked around Simon’s room, trying to distract myself, when the drawer in his bedside table caught my eye. It was half-open, and through the gap I could see all manner of brightly coloured, fun looking things. I shifted on the bed, sliding closer to the drawer. I knew it was wrong to snoop, but Simon had left the drawer open, and surely it wouldn’t hurt to have a peek?
I knew he had toys. Lots of them, if the packet of batteries he’d ordered when we first started hooking up was any indication, but he’d still never let me see them. And I desperately wanted to know what he had.
Mostly because I wanted to use them to turn him into a little pile of whimpering, pleading goo. Edging guys was always so much more fun with a vibrator or two, and I knew Simon would make the prettiest noises.
The shower was still running, so I carefully opened the drawer an inch or two farther, dropping off the bed and onto my knees so I could examine its contents more closely.
“Oh, Simon,” I muttered, a knowing smile curling across my lips. “We’re going to have so much fun.”
There were at least three dildos in the drawer, each a different length and thickness, but all looked as if they vibrated. A couple of prostate massagers, a magic wand, and a small vibrating egg toy sat alongside them, along with several butt plugs. Tucked at the ba
ck of the drawer was a Fleshjack, although it didn’t look as if it got much use. I guessed that since Simon preferred to bottom, he tended to use one of his many dildos or massagers to masturbate with instead.
A wicked idea dawned on me, filling me with glee.
I quickly pushed the drawer closed before standing up and hurrying into my room. The shower had stopped running. I knew I only had a couple of minutes. I pulled open my wardrobe, grabbed the box I kept tucked away at the back, behind all my shoes and the other junk that littered the wardrobe floor, and dropped it on the bed. I sorted through the selection of sex toys and lube until I found what I wanted: a soft pair of padded cuffs.
They weren’t the expensive, custom kind, but they were still pretty nice and were comfortable to wear for a while. Plus, they were easy to put on and remove, and were connected by a short chain that easily unclipped from each cuff to allow you to easily move and position the person you were restraining. I’d used them with a couple of different guys in the past and never had any complaints. One guy had even asked where I’d gotten them because he wanted to get some for himself.
They were perfect for my plans.
Leaving the open box on the bed, I carefully slipped back into Simon’s room, putting the cuffs under his pillow and out of sight before resuming my seat on the bed as if nothing had happened. Pulling out my phone I did a quick last check in case my plea for help had been answered, but there was nothing, so I figured I was on my own.
“You okay?” Simon asked as he stepped through the door, dressed in an old pair of jogging bottoms and a clean t-shirt. I always thought it was adorable he felt the need to get dressed before he left the bathroom, even if he was just coming back to his bedroom.
“Of course.” I looked up at him and smiled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You seemed kind of nervous earlier.”
“I’m fine,” I said, even though that wasn’t completely true. I was trying to fool myself as much as I was trying to fool him. “This is for you.” I pointed to the black bag next to me in an attempt to change the subject.
“You didn’t have to do that you know.”
“I know, but I wanted to. My motives were purely selfish if you must know,” I said as Simon carefully scooped the layer of black tissue paper from the top.
“Holy shit!” Simon said. “Are you sure this is all for me?”
“Of course.” A little ball of warmth flickered to life in my chest. Surely guys had bought Simon presents before. He was too sweet not to spoil rotten.
Simon shook his head in disbelief as he reverently lifted the three packages of tissue paper and ribbon onto the bed. I’d been asked if I wanted my purchases gift wrapped, and I’d said yes without really thinking about it. Now I was glad I had because the look on Simon’s face was utterly priceless, and it made the ball in my chest burn brighter.
“Can I open them?” he asked, and I couldn’t help chuckling because he was adorable as fuck.
“Of course. I didn’t buy them for you to look at.”
He stared at them for a moment, like he wasn’t sure whether to open them or not. It was almost as if he couldn’t quite believe this was real. Then he picked up the largest of the three and gently pulled at the ribbon, sliding it off before teasing the tissue paper open to reveal three pairs of satin and lace panties. They were the same boyshort style Simon seemed to prefer, but each was made of a different colour satin. The first pair was a deep, emerald green, the second a vibrant, sapphire blue, and the third a dark, red wine, all trimmed in black lace. I’d known as soon as I’d seen them they’d look amazing against Simon’s soft skin and firm muscles.
“Oh my God,” Simon said, running his fingers reverently across the satin. “They’re beautiful.”
“Do you like them?”
“I love them.”
“Open this one.” I handed him another of the packages. Simon nodded, taking it from me and unwrapping it as carefully as he had the other ones, revealing a deep green and black corset-style garter belt, trimmed in ribbon and lace. Tucked in alongside it were two pairs of black, lace-topped stockings.
“Holy shit,” Simon mumbled. “Is this real?”
“Of course,” I said, sliding off the bed to stand beside him, reaching up to press kisses down the side of his neck. “I told you I’d buy you panties.”
“Yeah,” Simon said with a weak chuckle. “Primark ones. And these definitely aren’t Primark. What the fuck did this cost?”
I smacked his ass, loving the way he gasped as I rubbed my hand across the firm muscle. “That’s not for you to worry about,” I said. “They’re a gift.”
I wasn’t going to tell Simon the extortionate amount I’d spent on three pairs of panties, some stockings and a garter belt. He’d kill me. It was definitely not the sort of money you spent on a fuck buddy.
“Thank you,” Simon said. “You, you really didn’t have to.”
“I did,” I said, kissing down his jaw. “I saw them and knew I needed to see you in them.”
“That sounds like a terrible excuse, but I’ll allow it.” Simon’s voice caught as I caressed his ass and brought my other hand up to tease his nipple. I loved teasing him while he was trying to concentrate on other things. It was so much fun to watch him fall apart under my fingers, his words fading away to breathy moans and pleas.
“Good. You still have one more to unwrap,” I said, stepping away and noting the tiny whine that slipped from Simon’s lips. His cock was already tenting his loose jogging bottoms, making me drool. I desperately wanted to get my mouth and hands on him again, but I also couldn’t wait to see Simon’s face when he opened the final package.
“It’s not lingerie this time, but I think you’ll still enjoy it.”
Simon quirked an eyebrow at me in confusion but didn’t say anything as he reached for the final parcel. This one was a solid, rectangular shape, and the paper fell away to reveal a simple black box underneath. A little furrow appeared between Simon’s eyebrows as he turned the box over, checking for any labelling. I almost wanted to laugh because he was so damn cute, especially when the box rattled as he turned it over.
“Why don’t you open it?” I said.
“Okay.” Simon’s tongue licked over his lips as he prized one end of the box open. Then he gasped, tilting the box up and watching as a smoky black dildo slid into his outstretched hand.
I’d discovered, to my delight, the store also stocked a range of gorgeous sex toys, and I’d been unable to resist adding on to Simon’s collection. This one was made of glass, with a tapered end that curved slightly upwards and a ribbed body that would allow me to tease him beautifully. This had been a purely selfish purchase. As soon as I’d seen it, all I could think about was making Simon scream.
“Oh,” Simon said, turning it over carefully in his hands. “Wow…”
“Do you like it?” I was more nervous than I had been when I asked about the panties because his delight in those had been clear. “I thought you might like one that’s not battery powered.”
“It’s beautiful.” Simon tilted his head to look down at me, his hazel eyes wide with surprise and delight. “I just… why would you spoil me like this? I mean, this all must have cost a fortune. I don’t get it.”
“Just because,” I said, trying to think of a way to explain it without letting my true feelings slip out. “And besides, you deserve it. You’re amazing, Simon. I wish you could see that.”
I forced my mouth closed before it could continue spilling my secrets, even though part of me wanted to tell him I wasn’t sure this was just sex any more. That I had real feelings for him, feelings I didn’t want but couldn’t seem to get rid of no matter how hard I tried.
Every time I tried to tell myself what a terrible idea dating Simon would be, my traitorous brain would just remind me of the million reasons why it wasn’t. And every time I tried to push my feelings down and lock them away, they bobbed to the surface like a life raft.
My heart r
efused to let go of this sweet, wonderful man, and it was getting harder and harder to keep my emotions in check.
I just had to distract myself. Then I wouldn’t be thinking about how much I liked Simon, I’d just be thinking about how much I wanted to fuck him instead. I’d deal with the rest of my feelings later.
Except Simon was looking at me, eyes full of suspicion as if he was starting to figure out there was something more going on here, and fucking hell, I was not ready for that conversation.
“I thought we could use it tonight.” I slid closer to Simon again, leaning up to whisper in his ear, slipping my hand under his t-shirt to stroke over his abs and up to caress his nipples as I continued. “I want you to put on a pretty pair of panties for me, then I want to cuff your hands together and go through your toy collection until you’re screaming my name. And I don’t want to edge you this time. Tonight, I want you to come over and over until you have nothing left to give me.” I paused to nip Simon’s ear and place a deep, sucking kiss behind it on the sensitive skin. His breathing was already shallow, and his heart was racing. He moaned as my lips pressed to his neck. “Would you like that?”
“Y-yes. Please, Taylor. Want that,” he said, nodding furiously as he spoke. “Want you.”
“Good, because I can’t wait to take you apart.” I pinched his nipples lightly before sliding my hand out and tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt. “Take this off.”
I stepped back to watch, slowly rubbing my dick as Simon’s perfect torso was revealed. Fuck, he was gorgeous. I wanted to pin him down and cover him in hickeys, leaving little marks on his skin so tomorrow he’d remember he was mine. I’d never been possessive like this before. Sure, I liked leaving hickeys, but that was mostly because of the way the men had reacted when I’d sucked on the sensitive skin of their thighs and hips, not because I wanted them to know they were mine.
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