“You get my virginity and I get yours. It seems like a fair compromise.” Chuckling, I brushed my nose against his. A shudderrippled through his body. Pulling away from him, I collected the bags. “All right, let’s go.”
His eyes widened. “Tonight? Like, right now?”
“I’m ready if you are.”
Ready he must have been, because he practically ran into the bedroom.
31
We Cum in Pieces
One thing porn doesn’t tell you about pegging is the amount of work involved. Fancy editing tricks cut out the parts where you have to carefully unwrap all of your materials, lay down a towel on your bed (just in case!), clean your new toys, finagle the twisty straps of the harness, and affix your dildo to it.
The other thing they didn’t tell you was how much fun those things could be. How you could joke with your partner while you stood side-by-side at the sink, comparing his dick size to your new dildo like two guys at a urinal. How every accidental brush of your skin would set your body on fire with anticipation. How every casual look was seared withI’m going to fuck youimplications.
Eventually, Hudson and I found ourselves standing on opposite sides of the bed, staring at each other like two virgins on their wedding night. He, of course, had the dignity of being naked and hard-cocked and unbelievably handsome. I had the unique distinction of wearing a strapped-on dildo, a red lace bra, and nothing else.
I also carried a small remote. Hudson, the brilliant man that he was, had opted for a strap-on harness with a built-in tonguingtoy for me. The clit-licker fit snugly against my already swollen nub, ready for action as soon as I pressed go. I held off for now, knowing it wouldn’t take me long to reach my peak—not with how turned on I already was.
The air crackled with sexual tension. Still, neither of us moved. The bed loomed between us, beckoning.
“I’m sorry. I’ve never done this before.”
“Me either.”
He chuckled and ducked his head. “Right. Obviously. Um—”
Given that we had equal experience, there wasn’t any initial indication of who should be in charge here. But Hudson’s blushing and stammering, so unlike him, clued me in to what he really wanted—whether he actively knew it or not.
I crawled on the bed and patted the empty space beside me.
“Why don’t you let me lead?”
“I’d love that. Thank you.”
Goose bumps. I always got them when Hudson saidlovelately. I told myself it was just my wonky air-conditioning playing tricks on me.
He situated himself beside me in bed, turned on our sides so we could look at each other. My fingers drifted idly across his body, awakening his hard nipples and his own goose bumps.
“Why do you want this, Hudson?” I asked.
Another chuckle. “I think it’ll feel good.”
“Yeah, but in what way? Do you want to be used, do you want to be fucked, made love to—”
“I want to be taken care of.”
Beyond sex, that one sentence wedged in my heart and refused to let go. Hudson took care of so many people—myself included. He deserved the same treatment. Someone who cared about him, his pleasure, his wants above everything else, even if just for an hour or two.
Perfect. That tiny piece of information unlocked the wholething. He may not have known the words, but he wanted what I’d sometimes seen on the internet and in the BuzzCorp fuck reports called “soft domming.” Unlike a regular Dom, who usually was characterized by discipline and consequences, a soft Dom was more about praise and care. Not imposing pleasure on you because you’re a bad boy who needs to be taught a lesson, but coaxing you into it because you’re so good and you need your caring Dom to help you feel good.
Even in my wildest fantasies, I’d never seen myself taking the reins—er, chains and whips—in a BDSM relationship. But whispering sweet nothings in Hudson’s ears while he took my cock so well?
My pussy clenched at the mere thought.
“I can do that for you. You just need to relax.”
“Relax,” he repeated, closing his eyes.
