A wrinkle appeared between Hudson’s eyes. His glasses slippeddown his nose slightly. Then he relaxed when he realized my meaning.
I didn’t want him to fuck me. Not with his cock, anyway.
“Think of this as part of your sex toy education,” I explained. “Anything thatcanbe a dildo likelywillbe used as a dildo at some point. It can be instructive to experiment with nontraditional toys. One never knows what one might learn. What do you think? Do you want to try it? And I meanreallythink about that before you answer. Don’t just say yes because I want it.”
His smile was infectious. I knew whatever was about to come out of his mouth was the truth. “Scout, how could I say no? You know what they say about having sex in a rocket ship, don’t you?”
I cringed as the joke came flying at me, too fast to evade. “Don’t—”
“It’s outta this world.”
Eye roll of the century. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
So I did.
24
Going Clubbing
Given our relative exposure, taking our clothes off wasn’t an option. So as we attacked each other with kisses, our hands traveled straight to the source of each other’s pleasure. I grappled with his belt, desperate to free his already ragingly hard cock. He did the same for me, hiking up my dress and exposing my embarrassingly average cotton panties. I didn’t have time to be self-conscious, though. All I could think about was him touching me. From the speed with which he ripped those panties down my legs, I could tell he was on the same page.
He roughly spun me around. Hands braced on the wall of stars. Back arched. Tits begging to be touched. With a little nudge against my ankle, he also spread my legs.
My pussy was bare and open. Wetness slathered my thighs. And if anyone happened by, they would see me like this. Desperately at his mercy.
Then I heard the foil crackle of a condom wrapper behind me, freed from his wallet. He slipped the prelubricated condom over the handle of my club, then positioned it at my entrance. The makeshift dildo waited patiently at my wet hole. With its soft grip covered in a condom, it was unthreatening—but exciting.
“Are you ready?” he asked. “Tell me what you want. Let me give you what you want, Scout.”
I nodded, biting down hard on my bottom lip. “I want to feel dirty.”
Grabbing my breast, he used it for leverage so he could work the club inside me in one hard thrust. I cried out, not out of pain but surprise. He must have heard the difference, because he continued using the club on me, pounding it so hard into my cunt that the sounds of my wetness echoed high above us, reinforcing every rough entry into my tight center.
“You like that, huh? Being pinned up against the wall and used?” he asked, breathing against my back, never once letting up on the pace.
“Yeah.”
“Anyone could walk in here, see you getting fucked. Aren’t you so filthy? You want to be watched? You want people to see that you’re so cock-hungry you’ll use anything to get off?”
I bit my lip to stifle my groans. God, he felt so good. I decided to play the game. The good-girl-goes-bad game. “No—”
He began stroking his cock. The pre-cum splashed against my ass.
“I think you do. I think you want someone to see you taking it, moaning for me. Begging for it. Maybe they’d even take their cock out and stroke it to the sight of you. Or put their hands beneath their skirts, playing with themselves as they watched you get fucked. How would you like that, hm? Someone cumming to the sight of your wet cunt dripping all over this toy of ours?”
I could feel his thrusts inside me fall out of rhythm. He was going to cum soon, all while he fucked me with a golf club. I tightened around it, eager to relish every inch of the staff for as long as I could. “I’m not—”
Every instinct told me to touch myself. I even had two miniature vibrators in my purse, begging to be used. Problem was,there was no way to do that without losing my position against the wall. All I could do, then, was buck myself back onto the foreign object inside me. Savor the swell of it inside me, stroking my G-spot with every breach Hudson made. It was torture. It was delicious. It was everything.
“You get one taste of cock and suddenly you’re a slut, aren’t you? You can’t stop cumming even if it means using this thing to force an orgasm out of you.”
“Yes. Yes, I am. I’m a slut—”
His orgasm came hot and fast. His scream of pleasure was so loud against the cavernous, curved walls that my ears rang with the force of the echoes.
He moaned my name as his cum lashed my bare skin. My swollen clit twitched with the unfulfilled desire to cum myself.
