How did one find themself at age twenty-six? He could think that way all he wanted, but I foresaw this dalliance between us as a means to a very specific end. Which I could have gotten if he stopped holding me down and started letting me ride him. “Good luck. Even when it comes to sex, I don’t know who I am. I mean, I read smut and watch porn and have fantasies, but fantasies aren’t wishes. I don’t know if I’d be into half the stuff I daydream about with my vibrator, you know?”
“Well. Why don’t we figure that out together?”
In a sweeping gesture, he lifted me off him, ran to my bedroom, and came back with his laptop and a small utility box I kept on my bedside table. He gave me the latter and opened the former.
“What are we doing?” I asked, hating the emptiness between my legs.
“An experiment. I’m going to look up some kinks online, and we’re going to decide if you’re into them or not.”
“How will we know—”
“I’ll feel it. Your body can’t hide that.”
Another experiment. He knew the way to this girl’s heart. I was tempted to see ifhewanted the same treatment, but I feared I already knew the answer. He was a black box of a man, hiding himself from me. “Okay.”
Situating himself back on the couch, he propped the laptop onto the tufted fabric arm. A lurid web page in black and pink glared out from the screen, but I was too busy digging through the utility box he’d delivered. Eventually I pulled out a small handheld device. Another one of my favorites.
“And what do we have here, Dr. Porter?”
“It’s a suction toy. It feels like I’m having my clit worshipped while I…”
An eyebrow quirked. “While I fuck you?”
I settled back into his lap, one leg on either side of him. He shifted upward, filling me to the brim with him. My hand, the one holding the toy, immediately descended to my clit, latching onto the swollen bud.
“Why don’t you turn it on,” he prompted.
“But don’t you want—”
“Do you have any idea how amazing an orgasm is after a woman has ridden you for twenty minutes and cum all over your cock?”
“No, but I take your point.”
“Please, Scout. Touch yourself. Please. Teach me how good this feels for you.”
Thepleaseconvinced me. I didn’t want a hard-core Dom, no matter if those tropes sometimes popped up in the porn I consumed. What I wanted was a partner. Someone who could bend me over a kitchen counter and fuck me one minute, lovingly lay me out like a queen the next,andstern-brunch-daddy me into making myself cum after that.
Hudson was all those wrapped up in one very sexy package. I couldn’t help but melt for him.
I pressed the first button. The toy’s internal mechanism whirred to quiet action, slowly tonguing my clit.
He explored the curves of my bra with his palms. My nipples pressed against the fabric, but he pointedly refused to expose them.
Thighs tightening, I tried to work my way up and down his shaft. But he held me firm, eyes coyly trailing from my face to the screen at his right.
“Now, let’s see,” he said with professorial detachment. “How do you feel about…hair pulling?”
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 reallycouldn’thide 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?”
