Then he rocked his cock into the depths of me. The marriage of his member against my G-spot and the brush of his bodyagainst 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, smuggestboopin human history. “Number thirty-two on the list. Ithoughtyou 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 alotof 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.
21
Business Lunch
A few days went by like that. With sex-ploration. Boldly cumming where many men, women, and beyond have cum before. We settled into an easy rhythm, showing off my impressive toy collection as we worked our way through (I’m assuming, having never read it) the first several dozen chapters of the Kama Sutra.
We were emphaticallynotdating. Not dating, you hear me? I was just insatiably horny for him, he for me, and sometimes he fell asleep at my place, holding me in his arms like a sexy, naked security blanket. Nothing more.
I’d done a decent job of maintaining work-life balance. We both stayed focused and disciplined at the office. Deadlines were met. Progress reports completed. Notable improvements to The Fantasy prototype turned in. Every once in a while, intrusive thoughts about wanting to have sex with him in the supply closet imposed on my mind, but like a normal, high-functioning adult, I nudged them aside until after close of business when he could fuck me in the privacy and safety of my own home.
One morning, though, while I was tying my shoes for work,Hudson kept rearranging my collection of bedside erotica. First alphabetically, then by color.
“Everything okay?” I asked playfully.
“Hm? Me? Yeah. I was just thinking…what are you doing tonight?”
“I was planning to stay late at the office and get some work done,” I said, without giving it much thought.
A copy ofGood Girl’s Guide to Kinkdropped to the floor. Hudson rushed to pick it up.
“Oh yeah. Cool. Cool.” He cleared his throat not once but twice. Adjusted his glasses. Put the book back on the table. “Well. You enjoy that. Let me know how it goes. I was thinking about maybe doing some mini golf or whatever. Just a fun thing to do on a random evening. The weather’s nice, you know.”
I did know. Leelah, who’d become my most constant text companion, had woken me up with gushing messages about the crisp fall air. We were having lunch to celebrate. “Great. Maybe we can link up after I’m done with work?”
“I’d love that.”
That was what he said, anyway. His tone, though, lodged in my head like an annoying math problem I couldn’t quite figure out.
It still bothered me that afternoon, when Leelah and I found ourselves together at lunch. In the center of the Trio Towers, where the BuzzCorp offices were located, sat a fabulous outdoor oasis, where every day new vendors would come to hawk their wares and entice the office-dwelling ghouls to come out of their cubicles for lunch. I absent-mindedly chowed down on a Korean burrito with one hand while scanning Addie’s latest marketing report.
“You know,” she said, picking at her salad, “when I said we should hang out more, this isnotwhat I had in mind.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, mouth full of bulgogi and rice.
