Somehow, though…not cumming made the entire experience hotter. Dirtier. I’d been marked by him—and left with a waiting pussy and pleading cunt as a thank-you.
As he came down from his orgasm, his hand and the club stilled. That wouldn’t do. I started throwing my ass back, fucking myself on the thing as he held it firmly in place. Again and again, it struck my G-spot, and when Hudson wrenched his free hand from my breast and directed his energies onto my clit, I knew I was a goner.
My screams filled the rocket ship all around us. My cunt contracted around the golf club deep inside me. And my eyes filled with stars as an orgasm hit me with the strength of a thousand solar flares.
Once I returned to earth, Hudson slipped our makeshift toy out of me and held me close to his chest. But when I eventually peeled away from him, I was still twitchy. Every brush of my legs against each other sent a new twinge of debilitating aftershocks through my body.
Skin flushed, I pulled my panties up from their resting place around my ankles.
“You don’t want to clean up?” Hudson asked, gesturing to the cum on my ass. He tucked his own wet cock away without a second thought.
“Sort of hot, isn’t it? Walking out of here still sticky from you…”
Slick underwear clinging to my skin, I readjusted my clothes. Just because the owner knew we’d been fucking in here didn’t mean I had tolooklike we had.
“Did you like that?” he asked.
“You were very sexy. And for your first time using a dildo on someone, you were exceptional.”
“Beginner’s luck. Hopefully you’ll give me plenty of opportunities to practice.”
I lifted one side of my mouth in a half-hearted smirk. “Don’t worry. I’m still very happy to train you for your future girlfriends.”
He captured my chin in his hand. So swift it made me dizzy. “Scout?”
“Hm?”
“I don’t want to think about any other women when I’m with you, okay?”
That shouldn’t have made me melt. But it did. “Deal.”
—
The first thingI saw when I opened my eyes the next morning?
A still-steaming cup of hot chocolate, the latest edition ofPopular Science, and an everything bagel from Bernie’s, slathered in veggie cream cheese.
He’d remembered. He’d remembered my perfect date. And after yesterday, when I said I didn’t feel like I would ever get myperfect date, that I wasn’t a girl to whom things like that happened, he’d served it up to me on a platter.
The bathroom door opened, and Hudson stepped out, resplendent in nothing but a towel and shaggy wet hair.
“Sorry,” he said, ducking his head. “I’m an early riser. I didn’t wake you up, did I?”
“I usually am, too. Twenty-six years, I wake up at five thirty like clockwork. Then, all of a sudden, I get some dick and it’s like I don’t even recognize myself. Sleeping in, making friends, going on dates, asking boys to come up to my room for a nightcap…”
“You know what they say. To be fucked is to be transformed.”
“I thought that was to belovedis to be transformed.”
“Same-same.”
I laughed and drew the covers around me, suddenly shy at the wordlovebeing thrown around. Stupid slip-up. I wouldn’t make it again.
“Thanks for breakfast,” I said later, once he’d coaxed me out from beneath the duvet. “You remembered.”
“Don’t mention it.”
As I sat up, the covers slipped away, revealing my chest. Hudson’s gaze wandered.
