Page 24 of Fixate (Devious Mafia Daddies #2)

Ricardo

With the Bratva dealt with, life took on a steady pace. Pharrell was unbothered by the tension still bleeding through his men. They weren't upset about Stasia anymore. It was frustration over not having a solid form of leadership.

They wanted someone to step up to the helm like Stasia had. And Pharrell, to his part, wanted the same. He just didn't know who to appoint.

Pip was unstable.

Henri didn’t want the job.

And I was too new to be put in the role.

Even though I did have the most experience, I wasn't offended at all. In fact, my mind was deep in other areas of my life.

Namely, the fact that I wanted to fuck Pharrell. Or rather, I wanted him to fuck me.

These thoughts plagued my mind day in and day out, taking up valuable time that could have been used to help Pharrell. I was thankful that nothing had gone amiss while I daydreamed.

For all that I knew about sex and relationships, anal was not my favorite. I didn't do it with a lot of the women I'd been with, simply because it was one of those things that took a lot of prep. My hookups were always in and out situations.

I wanted to get in, get off, and move on. Anything that would delay that was a no-go for me.

Whenever I thought of sex with Pharrell, I realized I wanted to take my time. That I needed to really feel what it would be like with him.

Which meant I needed practice. I needed to truly give myself time to see if him fucking me was even possible.

After a heavy Google search and some online window shopping, I decided getting toys was my best bet.

The biggest issue was that I would have to order them and pick them up. I hated the idea of waiting since I desperately wanted to know what being with him was going to be like. The sooner I got the toys, the quicker I could prep myself.

And the more prepped I was, the sooner I could seduce him.

Or at least attempt to.

I wasn't quite sure what to do to tell him I was ready to take his dick.

Dante and Preacher had such a natural relationship. They had grown up together and experimented with one another. There was no awkward tension between them even though they spent years apart.

But Pharrell and I were still new. There was so much we didn't say despite getting naked and getting off together regularly.

When it came down to it, I was going to have to not only find a way to prepare myself to take his long, thick cock, but I was going to have to figure out how to tell him that is what I wanted.

My to-do list was getting far too long.

I snorted to myself at the innuendo, then grabbed my keys and set off. I told Pharrell I wanted to sleep in for a few hours before heading to work. It was really code for I need to go to a sex shop to buy toys, and I don't want you to know about it.

Given he wasn't a mind reader, he had no clue of my actual plan. And with everyone busy with work, I knew I wouldn't be followed.

Besides, they thought I was resting. There was no need for them to know any different.

I decided to get away from the hotel despite knowing that they had their own supplier on one of the main shopping floors. You couldn't be a hotel in Vegas without a sex store. Between lingerie, the toys, and lube that they sold, it was the money maker for one-night stands.

Since I knew his wasn't the only one, I left the casino and took off for another location where I could be anonymous. I passed the one next door since I figured it was too close for comfort and went into the next one after crossing the main street.

Even in the daylight, the area was busy with tourists and locals looking to have a good time. I wove through them until I was inside. I hunted down my destination with intense focus.

It took a little bit since I wasn't familiar with it, but once I found the shop, I was thankful I had gone out of my way to get there.

The back wall was covered in toys. I passed up the lingerie and flavored lube to look for anything that might have called to me.

Research told me I couldn't start off with something the same size as Pharrell. I would have loved to have just gotten it over with and figured it out so I could have him, but my ass clinched at the thought of forcing that in.

I knew there was no way I would be able to.

That meant starting smaller and working my way up. Was I going to have to buy several toys? This was the conundrum I had not thought of.

Even looking at the ones online didn't give me the full spectrum of what was available.

I picked up one of the first devices I saw.

It was thin and slightly curved at the top.

I read the description and chuckled at all the ways they try and make sex sound like an adventure.

They sucked us poor horny people into wanting to buy the device with promises of endless pleasure in the palm of our hands.

I could admit that their words were flowery but good. Who wouldn't want an orgasm in sixty seconds or less? I hung that particular unit back up, then worked my way down the wall bit by bit.

A guy popped out from behind the back curtain at one point and waved at me before strolling off to the register. He wore a name tag and appeared to be an employee. While I could have asked him for help, I didn't really know how. It was yet another thing I hadn’t mastered.

After nearly an hour of looking, I threw my hands up and huffed.

“Need some help?”

I spun around and found the young man from earlier looking at me, pursing his lips.

“I was going to leave you alone, but you seem frustrated. Tell me what you're looking for. Maybe I can assist?”

It was said more as a question than a command. Obviously, the guy wasn't just one of those pushy salesmen, which I appreciated.

Hopefully talking to someone wouldn't be too bad.

I cleared my throat and said, "I have a partner that I want to build up for. I've never taken anything, and I'd like to prepare myself."

I used various facial expressions in the talk to make sure he understood what I wasn't saying but was at the same time.

He nodded quickly. "Oh, so you want to try anal, and you need something to spread you?"

Damn.

My jaw dropped at how blunt he was. He smirked in reply, throwing me a wink before facing the wall.

He quickly gathered several options in his arms and then waved me over to the counter.

Spreading them out, he went through them one by one.

“This one is a good starter, but I’m a fan of this next one too.

This one actually expands so it grows in size while it’s inside you.

This one has enough speeds to keep you entertained for forty-eight hours alone if you're into that. This one is great with a partner. This one attaches to a machine. I always advise at least buying one of these in your lifetime because it’s kind of awesome to get fucked by a robot. ”

I coughed to cover the bark of laughter that came from me.

He shook his head knowingly. "Look, I work in a sex shop, man. I’ve experienced it all.

You’re not doing anything different than the norm, really.

Everybody likes the last play now and then.

And if they don't, it's probably because they haven’t had anybody give them proper treatment. Have you ever had a tongue against that tight little hole? Perfection. 10 out of 10.”

“No tongues,” I started, then paused as a blush worked through me. “Actually, never mind.”

His smile kicked up even more as he pushed my shoulder gently.

“You sly fox! I bet your guy went down there, didn't he? Had a good old time. I'm telling you, it's amazing. Giving and receiving. There's just beauty in it, you know? Getting your salad tossed.”

I selected the items I wanted before making a hasty move to check out. He picked up a card and wrote his number on it, then pushed it across the counter.

“This isn't me hitting on you since you got a man and all, but if you have more questions and you don't want to try and come in here, text me. I'll answer them. I even have video links I can send you if you want.”

The way he said it made it seem like he gave sexual education courses all the time. What kind of people came into this casino? And were we having the same clientele in our shop?

It made me want to research the business model to see what I could offer people. I couldn't have been the only person who was having a sexual awakening and in need of help in Vegas.

Maybe there was an entire branch of the business that we weren't utilizing all our talents in.

With my purchase secured, I took off back to Pharrell's room — our suite, as I had come to call it.

A few people I recognized nodded at me, but I just kept moving.

I didn't want to be stopped. I didn't want them to see the bag at my hip because though it was discreet packaging, one only had to angle their head a certain way to see what was inside.

When I made it back to my room and was behind a locked door, I finally pulled everything out and grabbed the lube from my drawer.

"Okay, Ricardo, you can do this. It's just a little ass play. You enjoyed it when Pharrell touched you," I said in my own personal pep talk.

It wasn't very convincing, but it would have to do. There was no time like the present. Eventually, Pharrell would come looking for me because we did have work that needed to be done. I couldn't sit around and play with my ass all day, hoping it would get me ready for him.

The beauty of buying more than one toy meant that I would have time to experiment later as well.

I selected the smallest toy, the one that the guy had said would be a starter for me and lubed it up. I positioned myself on my knees and bent until my face was plastered to the bed.

I don't know why being in this position felt like the best choice. It might have had something to do with the fantasy I'd built up of Pharrell pounding into me from this angle.

Or because of all the porn I watched, this was the one that got me off quickest. Even just thinking about it now had my cock rock hard between my legs.

I reached back and ran the lubed-up toy over my hole, pressing gently with each pass.

I focused on relaxing as much as I could with each breath. Soon enough, I was able to push it inside a little bit at a time.

When my fingertips were touching skin letting me know that I had buried it all away, I pressed the small button that clicked vibrations to life. A gasp left me at the pleasure that soared through me.

"Fuck," I said, into the sheets.

My orgasm rose quicker than I thought possible. Nothing had ever compared to this. Is this what it would be like?

I knew dicks couldn’t vibrate, but fuck, what a magical feeling. Pharrell was even thicker and longer. How amazing would he be inside of me?

When my body crested over the waves of my orgasm, I shook with relief. I turned off the vibrator and pulled it out, then collapsed onto the bed in a heap of boneless flesh.

I couldn't feel anything, yet I felt it all at the same time.

It was this weird imbalance. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. All I knew was that I felt more eager to take on Pharrell than ever.

I was going to use these toys. I was going to prep myself every night until I felt confident I was ready for his cock. Then I would beg, borrow, and promise whatever I could to get him to agree to taking me.

I wanted to feel him completely in every way.

This relationship we had wasn't based upon much, but I would be damned if I passed up the opportunity to have all of him.