Page 24 of Seductive Architect
He pulled off my cock, grabbing the base. He continued jerking, leaning back on his haunches. I inched forward, tensing the muscles in my legs. The wave of electricity hit like a bus, washing along my skin until it pooled in my testicles. Hudson swooped in at the last minute, his mouth around my cock. As I came, I heard an audible gulp. A hand remained on my ass, keeping me from pulling away as the head turned sensitive.
While he milked the last drop, the code slowed enough that I could hear it. Artificial intelligence.Complex algorithms. It performed millions of computations, but for what, I couldn’t sort. It came from Hudson, echoing somewhere in his body. With near certainty, I confirmed he had digital augmentation, which would explain?—
“Salty,” he said. As he stood up, I waited to see a rope of white in his beard where the sour cream had been. I imagined he’d try licking it up in the same manner.
With a quick glance, I could see the front of his pants still tenting. I gestured to the floor, and he raised an eyebrow. “We’re not leaving until I return the favor.” I couldn’t help but chuckle as he slid out of his suspenders, dropped his pants and underwear. He sat back, hitting the floor with a thud. Curious, eager,andenthusiastic.
I lay down next to him, resting my head on his belly. I continued panting, trying to catch my breath. Hudson swallowing my cock was hot, but not nearly as sexy as seeing him throb as I ran my fingers along his shaft. I could come anytime I wanted… but touching another man? It had been years, and I wanted to memorize every vein. Hudson pulled me from an internal monologue and forced me to exist in the present.
I wanted tobepresent with Hudson. This was… unusual, but I didn’t hate it. Cupping his testicles, he whimpered, his hand rubbing between my shoulder blades. It wasn’t about sex… not entirely. The way he stared, the grin, even his stomach rising with each breath. I hadwritten off the possibility of another person, isolating myself. He left me wanting something more.
My fingers circled the shaft, giving him a slow up, watching the bead of precum grow bigger with each upward motion. I stuck out my tongue, licking the tip, and his hips jerked. I wanted to return to the favor, to make the list in his book. If I were going to be his first, I had an obligation to make it something he’d never forget.
I slid the head into my mouth as I picked up the pace. After a minute, it hit the back of my throat. He wasn’t extremely thick, nor long, somewhere in the range of average, and that made it all the better. I buried him in my mouth, cupping his testicles. When his hips bucked, I let him fuck my mouth, setting the pace.
“I’m— I’m?—”
I recognized the quiver in his voice. As his body trembled, I continued sucking. He roared, his fingers digging into my shoulder. His cock thickened, and as he roared, I tasted the salty cum. His cock might be average, but the volume had me fighting off my gag reflex. At this rate, I’d be able to skip dinner.
“Damn,” he gasped. A moment more, I let his cock slip from my mouth, taking a final lick before I moved up along his body. That had been worth risking my life as I followed him into the bowels of Synergy.
“That was…amazing!”
Even if I could conjure a sarcastic comment, I couldn’tcatch my breath. He slid an arm under my back, pulling me until I was draped across his body, my pants catching around my ankles. My theory had officially changed. If I had to make predictions, I’d lean toward ninety percent positive that he was, in fact, a superhero. I’d run facial comparisons, and if he had a secret identity, I’d find out. What if I shagged a supervillain?
“You’re not evil, are you?”
As I nuzzled his chest, he kissed the top of my head. “Is this one of those role-playing questions?”
“Maybe,” I lied. My heart rate dropped, and as the blood pumping in my ears quieted, the hum of machines returned. I pushed them away, wanting to stay here in this moment. Sweaty and basking in the light of slime, I turned the volume of my powers as low as they’d go. While the circulation pump, electronic locks, and retina scanner all but vanished, there remained a constant chatter from one source in particular.
I pressed my palm against Hudson’s chest, listening. He had his own hum, but try as I might, I couldn’t quite understand the language. However, the buzzing in my ear didn’t come from him. Somewhere nearby, a machine spoke at a speed that evenIstruggled to keep up. The amount of data being transferred should have set off the alarms with the IT department. Maybe it was?—
No. No theories. I wanted to stay here, running my hands through the abundance of chest hair. This had beenunexpected and completely out of character. Hudson had found the sweet spot between being blunt, forward, and speaking his mind while still being playful and coy.
Most people, I tolerated, but Hudson, I genuinely enjoyed. If I thought about it too long, I’d pick it apart until I convinced myself I had gone native. That could happen later.
Right now, it was me, this beefcake… and…
My head popped up, eyeing the giant tank. “Is the slime sentient?”
“Now that you mention it, I don’t know. Maybe?”
“Did we just put on a show?”
“Hand me my pants.Thatis going on the list.”
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Hudson:Can we do that again?
Hudson: The hanging out, not the sex.
Hudson: I mean, the sex, too.
Hudson: Mostly the hanging out.
Hudson: How about a 50/50 split?
