The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

I understood why he was asking these questions; his reasoning made perfect sense. He just spoke so freely about sex and was so open about the topic, but it made me want to completely shut down. I was hoping that would change once I actually had it. But discussing it with an expert, like Camden, made me feel even more of a novice.

“Just a little bit,” I replied. “About as much as you saw me do to myself.”

“And your ass?”

The exhale was loud and almost startling when it came out of me. “No.” And because it felt important, I added, “That will be a first for me too.”

“All mine, you mean.”

The way his eyes were penetrating me wasn’t something I could process.

Same with his response.

How is something on my body all his?

Unless …

“All-”

“The tuna tartare,” the food runner said, cutting me off, as he placed the dish between us. “It comes with sliced mango, avocado, capers, and a heavy garnish of ginger on top. It’s served with fried wontons. And here is our famous shrimp cocktail. Six jumbo shrimp with our homemade sauce that’s a mix between a cocktail sauce and a remoulade. Be careful; it does have a bite to it.” He paused. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“No, thank you,” Camden replied.

“Then, enjoy,” the food runner said before he left the table.

“Looks like we’re having seafood tonight,” Camden said after several seconds. “I’m assuming the queen of sushi approves of that?”

I laughed.

Another detail.

“Yes, I definitely approve.” I still couldn’t help but wonder what he’d meant about my butt being all his. “There’s something I don’t get.”

He took a wonton off the plate and spooned some tuna on top of it. “All right.”

“What did you mean by yours? You know … when it comes to certain parts of my body.”

He watched me while he chewed, and when he swallowed and wiped his mouth, a smile came over his lips.

It wasn’t anything like the one he’d given to our server.

Or the one that had been on his face when I first came to the table and he greeted me.

It wasn’t even like the ones that usually followed his laughter.

This was different.

This was consuming in a way I hadn’t felt before.

“That’s something I can’t explain to you, Oaklyn. It’s something I’m going to have to show you. And the moment you feel it, when your ass and pussy mold around my dick, like they were fucking made just for me, you’ll know exactly what I mean.”

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aklyn was painfully gorgeous as she sat across from me at the table, looking like an animal who was on the verge of being hunted. I could tell she wasn’t the type of woman who thrived off attention. When it came to discussing her personal life, her skin flushed, her breathing increased. She tried to change topics the first chance she got. And she was just as happy staying in the background, observing, taking it all in, listening-the exact thing she had been doing for most of tonight, aside from when she was sharing her accolades.

She’d been feeling me out since the moment she’d sat across from me.

Learning more about me.

Realizing that, even though I was a man who took no time to get to know the women I slept with, I wasn’t going to rush things with her.

Despite the fact that she was going to be without me at the end of all this, I wanted each lesson to matter. I wanted her to know that all of this had been planned for a reason-from the restaurant I’d chosen to the table I’d picked to the main course of tonight’s dinner.

Not because I cared.

Fuck, I didn’t know how to care.

But because she deserved it.

Unlike the men she’d dated in the past, there were others in this world who would scan their memory bank, choosing a place they thought she would enjoy. Who would know the menu would be in line with her likes. Who would look up the pictures of the restaurant’s interior-since it was a minor detail that could be forgotten-to ensure the tables at the booths were short enough that they could reach to the other side to finger-fuck her pussy.

This wasn’t just going to be a lesson.

This was going to be a night she’d never forget.

For me, it had already taught me so much about her past and the men she’d shared a little of her body with.

I was going to be the lucky motherfucker who got to show her what real pleasure felt like, who would appreciate her body in ways she’d never experienced. The guys before me-whoever those fucking idiots were-hadn’t realized what they had. Or maybe they’d been intimidated by her attractiveness and success. Or maybe they had just been fucking losers who didn’t give a shit about anything or anyone.

Whatever the case was, I was going to rock her entire world during each of these lessons.

I was going to set the bar the highest, and every dude who followed me would have to measure up.

And, fuck me, I couldn’t wait to start.

I’d initially planned to do it right after we finished the appetizers, but the waitress returned and asked if we wanted main courses. I’d seen Oaklyn eyeing up the sushi delivered to the surrounding tables, so I ordered us some rolls to share.

Now that those rolls had been devoured and we turned down dessert and a second round of drinks was in front of us and I paid the bill, it was time.

No one was going to bother us; I’d told the waitress we were just going to enjoy our cocktails and we’d be on our way. Unless someone came by to give us more water, it would just be Oaklyn and me at this booth.