36. "I like your toys. Can I have them in me?” 79. “Were you just masturbating?”
The moans pouring through the crevice at the bottom of Bo's door were loud and raspy and you bit your lower lip as you stood on the other side, hand on the doorknob and a bag hanging off your shoulder. You'd wanted the man for what felt like ages and you worried that your current plan to seduce him was maybe, perhaps, too brazen.
With a steadying breath, you turned the knob and slowly, silently, opened the door.
The sight before you was truly exquisite and for a moment you felt almost frozen in place.
Bo's hair was slick with sweat, his clothes greasy and his eyes half-lidded. His trousers were unzipped just enough to pull his cock out and you watched as his hands —still dirty from working at the station— pumped it rapidly. His cussing up a storm, and so far he hadn't noticed you. So, you took a moment to appreciate his hardware.
It was thicker than you expected and curved quite a bit to the left. The head was cut and there was something delectable about watching the grease and sweat from his hand smear along the length of it. God what you wouldn't give to sit on it and give that southern man a proper ride. But perhaps, another time.
"Were you just masturbating?" You asked, right after you watched him cum, his chest almost heaving. He snapped his gaze to you, eyes dark with an emotion you couldn't quite place.
"The fuck you doing in here?" Bo asked as he sat up and tucked his cock away into his trousers. He looked pissed and a tad guilty, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
You walked over to the bed, feeling a strange surge of confidence. You removed the bag you'd had on your shoulder and placed it on the bed and watched as Bo's eyes flicked to it and widen for a brief moment.
"I found this in a box with your name on it in the attic," you explained as you unzipped the bag and revealed the items within. Toys, devices... They were all items designed for sex and you had only too easily imagined what they could do to you in the hands of Bo Sinclair.
"I like your toys," you stated before locking eyes with Bo and saying, in almost a whisper, "Can I have them in me?"
"Jesus," Bo said as he shifted forward, the dark look in his eyes turning hungry, needy, "You can have them wherever the fuck you want, darlin'. Just need ya to strip for me... Now."
