Chapter 20 Friends with Whatever-It-Is #2
I must have thrust a little deeper or tightened involuntarily around him, because he grinned.
To my surprise, his cock twitched inside me, too.
Oh. Our bodies really couldn’t hide from each other. I understood the science around involuntary sexual expressions, but to experience it in real time was nothing short of a research revelation.
“We’re going to learn a lot about each other today, aren’t we, Scout?”
Torture. Trying to keep myself from working my clit hard and fast and in the exact places I needed was absolute torture.
But I did my best to follow instructions.
My reward wasn’t just that delicious feeling of teetering on the brink, but also of his praising moans every time my body reacted to his words.
“What if we role-played? A doctor and his pent-up patient? A professor and his TA desperate for a letter of recommendation?”
Nothing. The sex still felt amazing, but the little hm Hudson gave me indicated I must not be into that. He didn’t show much sign of interest either.
Thankfully, he took the opportunity to relieve me of my bra.
“How about this. The website says that many women like to hear…”
He leaned up, collected one nipple in his mouth, and breathed against my sensitive skin:
“Good girl.”
I continued to crave more of him, but while his hands tightened around my waist, I felt no marked change in my state at the sound of those words. Being a good girl wasn’t currently my fixation. Being bad with him was.
“Interesting,” he murmured against my hard nub.
His worship of my tits continued, and I rode him at his pace, exploring my clit with every motion. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good, this complete. I wanted more, stroking myself upward and upward…
“You seemed all too happy to get fucked in your office the other day. Is there an exhibitionist somewhere in you, Scout?”
Yes. I shuddered, clenching almost painfully around his cock. He kept glancing at the screen, hunting for new kinks to explore.
“What if I tied you up?”
Another hit. I cried out, the pleasure coming hot and fast now.
“Or maybe several of us could tie you up?”
I couldn’t help it. I turned the toy sucking my clit to its next highest function. Randomized for maximum excitement, it teetered between hard and fast, light and soft. Each time I crashed down on Hudson’s cock was a new adventure as the mechanical tongues worked their magic.
Then a slight smack on my ass sent my eyes flying open in shock…and pleasure. I looked down at him, only to find Hudson already staring back at me, wide-eyed.
“I’m sorry—it said—did you not—”
My shoulders shook as I fought to keep my orgasm at bay. Instead of retreating, I curved my ass back into his hand. He then gave the offended cheek a playful squeeze.
“Then you are into power dynamics,” he murmured. Just like I would have if I were looking at test results in my lab. Maybe role play didn’t do it for me, but being his little science experiment definitely did.
He cycled through more of them. At least, I think he did.
Maybe blindfolds or being fucked by someone else while he watched or humiliation play or me dominating him?
It all became a blur as my mind focused on nothing but the pleasure, on how my wet, swollen clit ached for release and how each thrust of my hips filled me with him all over again, as good as the first time I’d sunk down onto it.
But by the time my orgasm threatened to take hold of me, I was hit with a realization.
He’d done all the talking.
“What about you?” I panted. “What about…would you like me to dominate you? Hm? Want me to fuck you with that strap-on we saw the other night?”
A growl tore through his gritted teeth. It wasn’t an actual answer, but it was enough to get my mind racing.
Bending him on all fours in bed, lining a strap-on up at his entrance, hearing him moan as I entered him…
Too much. I arched my back, bucking into my hand, fighting for that last bit of friction that would throw me over the edge. “Hudson, I’m going to—”
Another glance at the screen.
“What about this one?” Firmly, he grabbed my wrist and removed the toy from my clit. His grin was unfairly hot. “Or delayed gratification?”
“What? No, no, no—” My voice was panting and pathetic. The orgasm slipped out from under me, leaving me hanging in the terrible balance between frustration and pleasure.
I was a sweaty, exhausted mess of a woman with one goal in mind now. Orgasm. But Hudson brushed a stray strand of damp hair from my face, looking up at me as though we were across from each other at a fancy restaurant on a date night.
“You are so beautiful.”
Then he rocked his cock into the depths of me. The marriage of his member against my G-spot and the brush of his body against my clit hit exactly the right notes, and suddenly I was flying into a climax, shuddering around his cock and screaming until I was sure my walls would shake.
I rode him all the way through it, drawing every aftershock into my core, relishing the completeness of the sensation.
When I was finally spent, I tipped my forehead against his. The bastard was smug. Absolutely beaming.
“Praise kink.” He tapped my nose. The sexiest, smuggest boop in human history. “Number thirty-two on the list. I thought you might like that one.”
Not wanting even a second of separation from him, I allowed him to tip me back onto the couch so he could be on top. We took a moment, though, to catch our collective breaths. “You were very bad, Hudson,” I said. He tensed. “I still don’t know what you like.”
“I want to explore anything that interests you, Scout.”
Yet another evasion. My curious mind couldn’t give that up. Dating him or getting close to him was not on my agenda—far from it. But now that I’d noticed him dodging my questions, I wanted to know why. I was a scientist, after all. Questioning the unknown was part of my nature.
“But—”
He tried to silence me with a kiss, but I dodged. When he saw I wouldn’t give in, he replied: “Listen, the only thing you need to know about me is that we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
“Maybe I don’t need to know more. But I…
I want to,” I said. “I get what it’s like, for people not to listen.
Not to care. Or to feel like they don’t, anyway.
As long as you and I are in this together, we both deserve to feel safe enough to explore what we want.
You’ve been here for me. I can be here for you, too, even if this is just a fling. ”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. His lashes brushed the skin beneath his eyes. He let out a small breath. And something, something I’m not sure I could name, shifted between us.
“Just consider it. Offer’s on the table if you want it.”
I’d barely finished the sentence before he kissed me like I’d never been kissed before.