Chapter 16 Shall We Shag Now,Shag Later?
Shall We Shag Now, or Shag Later?
If he just said the word, or moved his fingers a little more boldly, I’d be filled by him without hesitation.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “I’m open.”
But he withdrew his hand.
“Come on. I’m not going to fuck you on your kitchen island.”
“That just displays a supreme lack of imagination,” I huffed.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be worth the wait. I’ll make sure of that.”
“You’d better.”
Bratty? Yeah, sure. I sounded it. But you have to understand—I was seconds away from breaking a twenty-six-years-long no-sex streak. The impatience coiled in my body, begging to finally be relieved.
Hudson helped me down from the counter, and I almost convulsed when our bodies brushed against each other again. How was I going to survive the walk to my bedroom? I might cum just from the friction of my thighs rubbing.
Hudson’s hand on my hip didn’t help matters. It just made me think about the better, more useful places he could put it. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I want to throw you to the floor and use you,” I grumbled. “I’m tired of waiting.”
“Not that I hate the sound of that, but I have plans for you. I want you to enjoy this.”
“I’m pretty sure I’d enjoy riding your cock.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head; his laughter ruffled my hair. “Then we’ll put that on the docket for round two, shall we?”
Once in my bedroom, he stood at the foot of the bed, which loomed behind him like a promise. When I was close enough for him to touch, he tilted my chin up, so we were eye-to-eye.
“Do you trust me, Scout?”
“Yeah. I do.”
I probably shouldn’t. I barely know you. But you’re nice and you’re here and against my better judgment, I want you more than I want air right now.
And I’ve run the mental experiments.
Problem: I’m still a virgin.
Proposed Solution: Lose it.
Test: Have sex with Hudson and don’t develop any sort of attachment to him.
Result: No more virginity, back to normal, and back to ignoring Hudson completely.
He leaned down, our lips so close they almost brushed when he spoke again.
“Do you want me to take the lead?”
“Please.”
I leaned in to close the gap. He evaded, brushing his lips against my ear instead.
“One more question.”
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten before?”
I shuddered. My thighs tightened.
“No.”
“Would you like to?”
I smirked. Even with horny brain, I couldn’t resist a quip: “That’s two questions.”
He growled, but there was an eye roll in it.
Like he was caught between Let me eat your pussy and You’re incorrigible, woman.
He dove in for another kiss, this time slower.
Almost reverent. Our kissing to this point had been fiery, more of a necessity than a luxury.
A consequence of wanting each other so badly.
He threaded his hands through my hair, dragging his fingertips along my scalp, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I breathed into the kiss, deepening it.
Then his attention drifted.
Down my neck.
Past my collar.
To the first button of my sweater.
Pop.
It gave way easily, exposing more of my flesh. Its second and third cousin soon met it, and I gasped. The AC wasn’t so cold today, but being so suddenly exposed sent a shock wave through my entire system that instantly hardened my nipples.
With one more nudge, Hudson had my sweater on the floor. And there I was, standing in front of him in nothing but a lace bra and my skirt.
He stared for a moment.
He was speechless.
I’d made someone speechless.
During orgasm, oxytocin and dopamine are released into the body in staggering quantities. And I’d had some orgasms that defied all scientific logic and known study.
But making Hudson speechless? I might as well have been shooting feel-good hormones out of my fingertips. It overloaded my senses.
Eventually, he managed to say: “Pretty nice lingerie for a virgin.”
“Wearing lingerie to masturbate is unbelievably hot,” I informed him, resisting the urge to cover my chest. I wouldn’t hide. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to want me. “This is one of my favorite sets.”
He cupped my ribs, his thumb trailing the underside of my breasts, which were clad in soft, Cinderella-blue lace. “I can see why. I predict you’ll look even sexier without it, though.”
With the slightest of gestures, he tipped me back on the bed. Legs spread and dangling over the side, I was seated when he descended to the floor and kneeled.
He looked good down there, ready to eat my pussy. With his glasses peeking over my mound, I don’t know if it was possible to conjure a sexier image.
Slowly, he palmed my thighs, dragging his hands up my body until he reached the straps of my bra. One at a time, he slid them off my shoulders. The fabric shifted slightly, and the tops of my hard nipples peeked out from the lip of the lace.
“Please,” I breathed. “Please touch me for real. I need more. I think I’m going to go crazy.”
Not fazed in the least, Hudson traveled to the central clasp between my breasts, carefully avoiding my nipples. Totally in control. Unmoved by my squirmy misery. “How does it feel? To be wanted this badly?”
“I think I’m the one doing the wanting right now,” I panted. I had half a mind to reach between my legs and make myself cum—screw him and his games. I resisted, though. He would make me feel so good if I waited.
Hudson chuckled and slowly toyed with the gold clasp until it gave way.
With every word, he worked the bra off my shoulders.
“Oh no. This is what it feels like to be desired, Scout. To have someone so obsessed with you, with your body, that they keep their own pleasure at bay so they can enjoy every inch of you.”
The bra fell. He took in the sight of my breasts. “I’m relishing you, my dear.”
My throat dried. I said nothing, just enjoyed having a man in the palm of my hand, wanting me this badly. That hooded look in his eye, that desperate twitch in his jeans. It was so satisfying I might have been able to cum from that alone.
Famous last words. Because then he took my bare breasts in his grip and I moaned.
Fuck. It felt so good to be touched by someone else. No, to be touched by Hudson.
My moan must have awakened the monster in him. His control slipped. He descended to my left nipple as he kept a tight, massaging grip on my right. When he was satisfied by my soft pants, he switched, making my nipples harder than I’d ever believed possible.
“I want more,” I whined.
“I was wondering when you’d start making demands.”
Smug asshole. I’d hate him if he wasn’t making me feel so unbelievably fucking good.
Whimpering when he released me, I watched as he descended to the aching center of me. I still wore my skirt, but he unbuttoned it and helped me slither it off.
And then I was on the end of my bed, a man hesitating by my pussy lips, his breath dancing on my cunt, separated only by a thin, dripping-wet lace thong.
If I had any hang-ups about sex, about the way I looked or the way I smelled or my inexperience or the fact that Hudson was a coworker and sort of a stranger, those hang-ups disappeared in the wave of lust currently dominating me.
He toyed with my underwear. I opened my mouth to beg him again, but before I could, he yanked at the fabric, ripping it right off me.
I gasped, and opened my mouth to protest, but the only thing that came out was a wall-shaking moan.
Because right at that moment, Hudson parted my pussy lips and kissed my cunt deeply. My eyes rolled back in my head. My hips bucked into him. And he pinned my willful body down to the bed so he could worship me fully.
I’d never…this was…I mean, I had a Womanizer, which was supposed to mimic oral sex. But there was nothing, no toy on planet Earth, that could possibly feel as good as Hudson’s mouth as he focused on my clit, sucking it between his teeth and activating every sensitive nerve ending.
We worked in tandem, me rolling against him, begging for more contact and friction, as he happily obliged. My hands flew up to my breasts, and I worked my hard nipples, playing with my body to heighten my pleasure.
But I wanted more. I needed—
“Hudson, could you please…” I could barely get the words out between shaky breaths and cries of pleasure.
He withdrew from me. The loss of contact made me weak. “Could I what?”
“Can you please put a finger inside me? Maybe two, actually?”
“Would you rather I use a dildo? I might have been in a horny haze, but I specifically remember you mentioning that I should introduce toys into my sex life. I specifically recall that my future girlfriend will appreciate your tutelage.”
A flush crept up my cheeks. I loved my dildos, but…“I want to feel you.”
“Thought you might say that. But I wanted to hear it. It would be my pleasure, Scout. One condition, though. You have to watch me.”
My eyes, to this point, had been slammed shut. It seemed so intimate, to watch him enter me. But I wanted it bad enough, so I propped myself up on my elbows and locked eyes with him as he dragged his fingers along my wet folds. He circled my tight hole for a few turns, teasing me.
But then he plunged two fingers deep inside me, and after he’d captured the sight of me keening and crying out from the delicious pleasure of it all, he buried his face in my cunt once again.
The pleasure was too much. I fell back onto the bed, gripped my nipples in my ready hands, and rode my climax higher and higher, and higher—
“Hudson. Hudson, I’m going to—”
I didn’t need to say it. I could feel his triumphant smile forming even as he mouthed my clit.
Then it was all too much. My body tightened and tightened until I fell, shatteringly, over the edge, riding Hudson’s face and fingers until I was nothing more than a glistening, exhausted, spent heap of pleasure.
It took a few moments of aftershocks, but eventually I relaxed my internal grip enough for Hudson to withdraw his fingers with ease. He made his way up to the bed, where he lay beside me, still fully dressed.
All at once, the initial wave of want dissipated, I felt silly. I’d been such a mess, begging him and whining. “I’m sorry if that was—”
“Don’t you ever say sorry to me. You are exquisite. Now, you want me to get you a glass of water or—”
I narrowed my eyes in confusion. How could he think of water at a time like this? “No, I want you to take my virginity.”
“You don’t want a break?”
Turning on my side to face him, I lifted my knee, so it lightly brushed his stone-hard erection.
“Hudson, I’ve been waiting for you for twenty-six years. Don’t make me wait another second.”
And he didn’t. Capturing my face for another kiss, he maneuvered on top of me, pinning me down. My wet pussy spread and ready for him, I tore at his clothes and kissed every bare inch of skin that I could.
Once he was naked, I was confronted with the sight of Hudson’s thick cock for the first time. It was perfect. Not too long, but enough that I knew I’d feel full the second he entered me.
I wondered how it would taste, how it would feel down my throat.
Plenty of time for that later, I reminded myself…We had the whole night together, after all.
I shifted, dragging the wet line of my entrance along his equally wet cock.
This time, I wouldn’t beg out loud. But my body did all the begging he needed. Positioning himself, he looked down at me. “Scout, I—”
Oh no. He had that look in his eye. That sentimental Let’s talk about what’s in our hearts look.
“Do you want to have sex with me?” I asked.
“Yes. Of course. More than anything—”
The last line came out a choked cry, because I took the initiative and raised my hips, welcoming him inside me for the first time in one long, hard, punishingly pleasurable thrust.
This time, it was his turn to curse. “Oh fuck. You’re so…you’re so…”
He settled there, giving me time to adjust. It was strange, finally having a man inside me. I was no longer a virgin. But that reality was quickly taken over by another wave of lust.
I didn’t just want to be a not-virgin. I wanted to be fucked.
“Take me, Hudson,” I commanded.
And he did. Gently at first, he rocked in and out of me, giving me his full length in easy strokes. I moved to meet his every gesture, relishing the feeling of being entirely complete.
Dildos were great. I’d never stop using them. We were ride or die. But cock? I didn’t know how I’d go back to a silicone-only diet when this was on offer.
“More,” I said.
Hudson excelled at taking direction. Our passion built together, and we rose in speed and intensity. I gripped at his shoulders, I rocked with him, and before long I felt him rushing toward the edge. I knew he would cum soon, knew I’d been the one to make him so overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Scout. Scout—”
“Yes, yes. Please. Please cum inside me.”
Our bodies met one final time, and Hudson clung to me as my pussy wrung the orgasm out of him, drip by drip. I held him. Maybe too tight, but I wanted to feel the pleasure leave his body. I wanted to share that moment with him.
When, after a few moments, he exited me, I dashed off to use the bathroom—the last thing I wanted was a UTI—then returned to the warmth of bed.
We wrapped up under the covers and looked at each other in the dark silence for a long time.
Maybe the moment was too precious to spoil with words. Maybe neither of us knew what to say.
We reeled in the wake of our first time—my first time, his first time with me, and our first time together. But eventually he broke the silence.
“I reject your hypothesis, Scout. My studies have concluded that you are unbelievably, incontrovertibly, scientifically proven to be the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”