For Authentication Purposes (7 page)

“Pfft, why? Do you need to follow me around for ‘research’?” I scowled and moved over to my dresser to grab some underwear. He didn’t move an inch.

“Depends on where you’re going.”

“I need to go to the grocery store.”

“And?”

I rolled my eyes, feeling my cheeks turning red. “Shut up.”

“Come on. Admit it. I know where you’re going.”

Shifting a little to look at him, I resisted the urge to kick him in the nuts and lick his neck at the same time. I mean, he looked pretty hot sitting in my chair eating that muffin. Stupid handsome face and fornication hair, paired with what I assumed were dirty jeans and a plaid flannel.

“Fine. I’m going to buy a vibrator with the money you gave me. Happy?”

His smile was in full force now. “Hell yeah, I’m happy. Ecstatic, even.” He chewed around the bread and laughed. “I’ll come with you to make sure you get the right one.”

“Oh, hell no. Being with you in a porn shop is on my list of ‘Things to Never Do Before I Die’.”

“Who else is going to help you? The guy behind the bong counter?” That damn eyebrow of his went so high up on his forehead I thought it would fly away like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly.

“No!”

“Yes.”

“Hell no.”

“Fuck yes.” He stood to his feet and brushed crumbs off his lap right onto my recently vacuumed floor. “Get dressed, let’s go.”

“Uh, get out of my room and I will.” I shooed him with my hands but he stepped closer instead.

“Why so shy, Bunny? You were gonna let me do all kinds of nasty shit to you before. Now you want to stay all bundled up? Trust me when I say that dropping your robe in front of me should be the least of your worries.” That smoldering look was back in his eyes and his voice had dropped an octave. “Do it. Lemme see.”

My thighs started to press together. I shook my head a little, and let out a weak, “No.”

He inched forward, and my head bent a little as he smiled. “What are you worried about? I’m gonna see it soon enough anyway.”

“Maybe I like to do it in the dark.”

“You’d have to like to do it, first.”

“Come on, Wardo. I just want to put my panties on.” I lifted the white cotton underwear in the air, dangling them from the tip of my finger.

Warner sighed, taking them in his hand and bunching them up in his fist. “What are you stalling for? I’m guessing you don’t have lips down to your knees or anything, so it’s gotta be a very standard pussy you’re sporting under there.” He dropped his face to mine, his lips just out of reach. “Let. Me. See.”

“You first,” I blurted out.

“Bunny Dawn. Are you negotiating?” He was amused.

“Yeah. Let me see what all the fuss is about.” I backed up a foot and looked down at his zipper.

He shrugged and reached for his top button, popping it open as he stared at my face. The teeth of the zipper made a delicious noise as he held it between his fingers and lowered it to move his hands inward and into his boxers. Shoving them down a bit, along with his jeans, he reached inside and moved his dick from the precarious downward position it had just been in.

I held my breath and pressed my lips together as his fist came up with . . .
 

“Dear God.” I could hardly breathe.

He chuckled as I stepped closer. My fingers curled into my palms to not reach out and touch it. It was unexpectedly pretty. He was hard, that much was obvious. And it was long and looked to be a good width. But it was the head that had me so enamored. The pretty pink and blue hues of it, how round and helmet-like the tip was.

I wanted to nuzzle my face against it. Give it a little kiss on the slit. I wanted it inside me.

After another thirty seconds of staring, he secured it inside his underwear and zipped his jeans back up.

“Why are you hard?” I asked, breaking my tractor beam gaze away from his crotch.

A laugh erupted from his throat as he reached out a hand then rubbed his thumb over my earlobe. “Because there is something so sexy about how shy you act around me. You want me to think you’re so timid, but you’re not.” He dropped his hand and shrugged again. “It turns me on. A lot.”
 

I let out a long breath as I stared into his eyes.
 

“Now you.” He pressed.

Like some stupid harem girl transfixed by a snake charmer, I dropped my robe to my feet. He gazed over my body once as he sucked in a quick breath between his teeth. Zeroing in on my stomach, his eyes traveled even more torturously slow until they settled between my thighs. My hands were clenching and unclenching as he pursed his lips and then licked them.

“We should go,” he muttered and pulled his gaze back up to my face.

My entire body had been so rigid under his inspection that it felt almost sore to move when he turned his back to me and retrieved the bag he’d brought over. Tossing it at me, he gave a quick smile. “I got you carrot cake.”

And the moment was lost.

“Drop the Bunny shit!” I yelled as he closed the door behind him.

Wardo

God, she was so easy to rile up.
 

Letting myself into her apartment had resulted in the exact reaction I hoped for. Her asking to see my hard-on was the icing on the cake.
 

Or the icing on the carrot cake.
 

I knew, I just
knew
, she was going to use the money I gave her to buy a vibrator. She was much easier to convince than I had given her credit for at first.
 

“Come on my lap.”

“Buy a vibrator.”

“Show me your pussy.”

It wouldn’t be long before I watched her use the toys I was going with her to buy. I’d teach her the art of the orgasm. She’d beg me to go down on her. I’d wait until she asked for my cock, and I’d still hold out. But first we were going to a porn shop to buy her a vibrator. It had to be one of the top five moments in my entire life.

I’d whacked off so much the night before that I was sore and my wrist and my dick both felt cramped. I’d started in the shower because soap and water makes it so much easier to work it. I could fist my shaft as hard as I wanted to, jerk it as fast as I could go, and it would be consistent throughout the entire experience. I liked to press my arm against the wall for balance and rest my forehead there so I could watch and pretend it was her hand doing it.
 

I could see it. Her delicate fist working hard and fast. I’d teach her to grip and turn her wrist. I’d show her how to let her palm roll along the head and press her thumb under the curve. She’d be an expert at using both hands—kneading my balls and making me finish in her palm.

The thought alone made me come on the wall, and I gasped under the spray, the water almost choking me with my head thrown back and fist slamming against the fiberglass.
 

I’d thought I was done, but the promise of what was to come wasn’t something I could get out of my head. I smoked a couple of cigarettes. I tried to start homework. I turned on a movie, but as soon as the actress went topless I was hard again picturing Dawn’s nipples and pouty lips parted from me being inside her.

The second time I spanked it, I was on the couch. I reached into my boxers then settled in with some lube. I imagined she was wetter, tighter, that she would feel like heaven compared to the loneliness I’d been left with for the last year. It had been a very long time since I’d had my dick in anything other than my hand.

That time I finished on my stomach and while I was satisfied, I hated the cleanup. I always swore I’d use a condom because it was easier, but they felt so impersonal. Even during self-love.

The last time was this morning when I woke up because I knew I’d be seeing her to go shopping. That one had taken longer, and there was a lot to clean up. My sheets were already in the wash by the time I left. But damn if she didn’t make me hard again in her bedroom, begging to see my cock.
 

I should have asked her to kiss it. But I could be patient. I had to take my time if any of this was going to work.
 

Helping her buy a dildo was going to be a real test of my willpower.

Dawn

In the history of bad ideas, this had to be at the top of the list. Top five, at least. Sex toy shopping with Warner Green.

Had I gone insane?

He leaned away from me in his driver’s seat, driving with his right hand and knee while his left flicked his cigarette out the window. After blowing a quick burst of smoke from his nose, he turned and addressed me. “So what made you decide to write what you were writing?”

I sighed and looked through the windshield to avoid the scrutiny in his eyes. “I guess the ocean just seemed romantic. The basis of the story was that . . .”

“Vlad was still alive and coming back for her, making it all good that she had waited the entire time, right?”

Closing my eyes, I slumped in my seat and groaned. “Now you’re telling me that I’m unoriginal?”

Warner chuckled a little. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad. I just want you to think outside the box, that’s all.”

“Well this trip to a porn shop should help.” I snorted.

“Um, I did want to ask you something. Does your Iris work in a bar?”

“Like a beer wench?”

He choked on smoke. “Sure. Why not? Is she serving whiskey and wine? I’m just wondering if she listens to the sailors as they tell their sailor stories. If she wears a chain made from the finest silver from the North of Spain. Did Vlad tell her she’d make a fine wife, but that his life, his love, his lady, is the sea?”

I shifted in my seat to look him over. “No, but that was very poetic.”

“It’s a song from the sixties, Bunny. Come on. ‘Brandy’? By Looking Glass? Are you serious? I guess I’ll have to broaden your horizons in music, too.”

“Oh, so now I’m stealing shit from before I was even born?”

He made a face as if to say, ‘I didn’t say that.’ But he damn well implied it.
 

By the time he pulled into the parking lot of our destination, I was up in arms again. Irritated and feeling less than stellar. I was so flustered by him and the situation altogether. And the posters on the walls of the store were not helping my situation at all.

“Stop staring at me,” I whispered to the poster of a girl squatting in translucent heels. Her eyes were following me across the store, and I wanted to run back out into the parking lot.

But then something weird happened. Warner Green pulled me to his side with his hand wrapped around my waist, securing me to his hip as he guided me straight to the back of the store, like he knew right where he was going.
 

I figured it was because he did.

He stopped when we were faced with a massive wall display of vibrators. I felt my face go red at the same time that a distress signal was sent down to my birth canal. It alerted me to the fact that nothing as big as anything on that wall had ever been inside me.

“I don’t think this is gonna work.” The words rushed out of my mouth as I tried to pivot away, but Warner tightened his grip on me.

“Relax. I assure you, you will be fine. I’m not going to hurt you, Bunny.” His eyes were soft and reassuring as I looked at him, and for some reason, I felt like he was telling the truth. “Regardless of what you’ve read in those books of yours, more than a pinky finger can fit inside a woman. Not that you’ll want to be able to put a glass wine bottle all the way up there, but you get my drift.”

I was stunned. “How the hell do you know so much about, you know”—I stopped, making a hand movement toward my very scared crotch—“vaginas?”

“You mean pussy?” He squeezed my waist with his fingers. “Say it. Pu-ss-ss-y. It’s okay, I promise. Especially in here.” His hand swept in a dramatic gesture around the room.

“Fine!” I hissed, lowering my voice to look around the store at our fellow shoppers. “Pussy. How do you know so much about it? Do I need to see an STD test from you before we do anything?”

His expression turned thoughtful. “I can get one for you if you want.”

“Real fast. How many women have you slept with? Answer now.”

“Three,” he answered at once. “One in high school. One long-term relationship. One hookup.” His face was relaying his honesty. “And, some day, I might tell you why I know so much about”—he leaned in with a devilish grin—“pooooooseeeeee.”

“You’re so immature.” I laughed and leaned into his side, feeling more comfortable after that exchange. Turning my attention back to the Wall of Cock, I surveyed what they had to offer. After a couple of minutes, I felt Warner move from my side, and I began to look at the different items that were displayed. The choices were extensive, and I was pulling some boxes off the wall, disregarding the boobs that were on all the packages as I looked the items over.

“What about this one?” I turned around to find Warner pulling a bottle off a shelf a few feet away. He glanced over my way and tilted his head to survey my choice.