“How do I turn it on?” he whispered against my neck.
“Slip it onto your finger and press it down hard against the counter. Three presses will turn it to its highest setting.”
He clicked it only once.
“Tell me what you want,” he reiterated.
It was hard to talk when he was pounding me breathless, but at this point, I knew how to get what I wanted. “Please make me cum.”
The vibrator stunned my clit. It was on its lowest setting, but still, the relief of its pressure was enough to make me mewl.
“And after that? After you’ve finished all over me?”
I tried to put thoughts together, to form a plan, as this man used me like my pussy was built for him. Eventually, I managed through moans:
“I want you to keep fucking me. Until you, mm, finish your contract at BuzzCorp, let’s, ah, keep doing this. Fuck—please.”
“Agreed,” he managed, barely able to keep his own tone in check now. Our peaks were fast approaching, we could both feel it.
“But we, nnnh, can’t tell anyone.”
He grunted. “Fine.”
“And,” I hissed as the stroking of the vibrator and the pounding of his cock hit a sloppy, unrelenting rhythm my body could no longer hold at bay. I was climbing, my orgasm so close, and I could tell he was close now, too. “You can’t—ah—you can’t fall in love with me or,nhhhh, anything like that—”
“How does this feel, Scout? How does the vibrator against your clit feel? Remember, this is for my education—”
He pressed his fingerhardagainst my clit. I shook as the vibrations reached their second-highest level.
“It feels like all my muscles are shaking at their highest frequency. Like I have no choice but to tighten around you.”
A growl from over my shoulder. He pressed me again. The vibrations reached their apex.
And so did he.
“Fuck, Scout—!”
Hudson roared his climax. The shock waves only accentuated my fast-coming orgasm.
I wanted to return to our deal-making. To make it absolutely clear that I wouldn’t repeat old mistakes by mixing the dangerous chemicals of pleasure with business.
But then, at the very same moment, his cock hit in just the right spot and his fingers dragged the vibrator over my clit in a furious, final crescendo.
My words came out as nothing more than a strangled scream. I toppled over the edge, squeezing the last drops of his own orgasm from him until we fell into a toppled heap on the kitchen counter.
For a few moments, we lay there. Breathless. Limbless. And I, for one, was scared shitless. I mean, I’d just agreed to six more weeks of this man. Six more weeks of his jokes and his warm heart and his beautiful cock and his knowledge of exactly what to do with it.
“Miss Porter,” he said, turning off the vibrator and kissing my shoulder. “That was one hell of a lesson. And as for your demands, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
Yeah. Wedidhave a deal. A deal with the devil, probably.
But hey. At least the road to hell would be paved with good sex.
19
Friends with No Benefits
Last night I’d asked Hudson how you could possibly sit across the table from a stranger, knowing you were about to have sex with them. At the time, I couldn’t imagine anything more disconsonant, that partnership of desire and pleasantry.
