Page 10 of Seductive Architect (Grunts of Vanguard #2)

I bit his lower lip, and he let out a whimper.

I wasn’t the only one excited. The point in his pants jabbed me in the leg.

Our lips parted, and he became the diligent student.

Tips touching, reserved, careful, and for a moment, forceful.

Hudson read my body language like a professional.

When we parted for air, his eyes remained closed.

If he kissed me like this again, I might never want him to stop.

“Wow,” he said. “Can we call that our first?”

I gave him a quick peck. “I won’t tell anybody. Besides, it’s going on my list. ”

I could have stood there making out with this handsome hunk, but I couldn’t imagine that’s why he dragged me into the sub-basement. We could have made out in my office. Or, with him bent over my desk, we could have?—

“The slime!” The thought of him naked went poof. “You’ll see.”

From kissing to slime. As much as I wanted to see what got him excited, I couldn’t shake what had gotten me excited.

“What did I tell you?”

“It’s slime,” I said.

With the lights off and only the safety strips along the floor illuminating the room, the slime glowed.

No, it didn’t just glow, it radiated a neon green filling the otherwise empty room.

What should have been a saltwater fish tank took up the entire wall, filled with ooze.

Inside, there were no fish scurrying back and forth, no starfish decorating the bottom of the tank.

The only movement came from the bubbles working through the viscous substance until they popped at the top.

“It’s neat.” I didn’t quite know what to say. I’m pretty sure the floor above us had missiles guided by artificial intelligence. “Why this, though?”

He let out a long sigh, and I watched as his huskular frame relaxed. He continued to stare into the liquid, his eyes following a series of bubbles. “Hear that?”

I closed my eyes. I couldn’t hear anything with my ears.

However, the room might as well have been in a crowded mall.

Everything from the printer to the… were there computers upstairs having a conversation?

For anybody else, this would border on serene.

If I pushed away the noise, I could see the appeal.

The expression on Hudson’s face mirrored my own when I stepped into the Dead Zone.

“What first was this?” Hudson raised an eyebrow at the question. “Your list. This must have been a first something.”

“First green slime doesn’t feel like it deserves a place on the list.” He reached into his pocket, fishing around for a moment before he produced a small black notebook.

“It’s a literal list?” I couldn’t help but laugh. In the vacant room, it came out like a thunderous roar. I thought he had meant a mental list, not an actual, write-it-down list. “I’m glad to see I’m not the only one.”

“You have a list?”

“You can say that.” I could have explained it, but Kiki would have held up her finger to shush me. “I have a lot of lists. So, what would it take for this to make the list?”

He shoved the notebook in his pocket. He chewed his bottom lip, the green illuminating his face while he pondered the question.

First selfie with slime? Lame. A kiss in the workplace?

Already did that. I almost laughed at myself and how Hudson moved from person of interest to interesting person.

There’d be time to ask my questions, but right now they didn’t seem that important.

He reached out, and I didn’t hesitate to take his hand.

I shut my eyes as I savored the warmth of his palm.

Date nights with Jared had been watching movies together while we texted.

It had filled my need for companionship…

or so I thought. We never met in person, never touched, and for a time, I wouldn’t have even thought about kissing.

When I touched Hudson, my mind wandered, imagining more than holding hands.

“Want to have sex?”

I coughed. Not what I expected to come out of his mouth.

“Did I hear that right?”

“It’s not the supply closet where I found your boss, but… it’d be list worthy.”

I’d deal with my regrets later. I tugged his arm, pulling him close, and gave him another kiss.

Our bodies pressed together, and I wrapped a hand around his waist, removing any distance between us.

I couldn’t do this with an avatar in a video game.

All the times I jerked off thinking of Jared couldn’t compare.

I wanted to touch, to run my hands along Hudson’s body. It was time to admit… I needed this.

I untucked his shirt, working my hand under the fabric.

Soft. Fuzzy. Hot. Each breath, his torso filled with air, expanding beneath my palm.

He’d hold it before letting it out in a long sigh.

His body convulsed as I grazed the tickle spot.

I did it again, and he giggled. For all my talk of machines and preferring them over humans, they didn’t giggle at being tickled.

“Keep going?” I asked, but hoped his answer was— He nodded. “It’s been a while,” I said, pre-empting any missteps I’d be taking.

“It’s my first time,” he admitted.

If this was going to be his first time with a man, I wanted to make sure it made the list, followed by a series of exclamation marks.

Try as I might to focus on the button of his slacks, I wondered if his lack of identity came from a relationship.

Had he been married to the daughter of a mob boss, and now he hid away?

The thoughts vanished when he pushed my hands away to remove my t-shirt.

He stared… no… gawked, his eyes going wide.

My belly exposed and the rings in my nipples catching the green light, I felt exposed.

He chewed his bottom lip, eyes focused on me until I fidgeted.

Nobody had ever looked at me like that. I didn’t know what to do with it.

This would go into my book of firsts.

The tips of his fingers hovered above my chest, almost touching a patch of hair.

There was no denying it anymore. I wanted his hands on me, exploring until he resolved the ache in my belly.

His finger flicked one of my nipples, and I closed my eyes as the electricity vibrated through my bones.

I thought a boyfriend online had been the perfect blend of companionship and personal space.

I didn’t want space, not here, not with Hudson.

My priorities had shifted and I no longer cared if he belonged to the Illuminati.

His hand grazed my body until he reached my pants.

Lacking finesse, he tore open the front, letting them drop.

When he got to his knees, I understood how this would play out.

I wouldn’t say no, not as long as he continued his touching.

“Can I?” When he glanced up, it was everything I could do to not tear off my briefs.

I should have hesitated. Instead, I nodded.

He jerked my briefs down, leaving them wrapped around my knees.

Hudson stared at my cock like he had never seen one before.

Whatever straight life he had led vanished as his fingers wrapped around my shaft.

His hand moved back and forth, letting the foreskin slide over the head.

The expression of disbelief never left his face.

Eyes remained wide as he went cross-eyed, staring at the tip.

He moved forward, swallowing the head. As his tongue ran along the underside of my shaft, my head tipped back, and I let out a long sigh. While he wiggled more of my cock in his mouth, my concentration faltered, and the hum of code sang in the back of my head.

“Fuck,” I growled as he approached the base.

Much like his kissing, Hudson needed a little instruction.

He didn’t so much suck my cock as he did hold it in his mouth.

Hot as hell, but not going to get me to the finish line.

I refrained from thrusting, wanting to make his first time with a guy memorable.

Patience wasn’t a virtue associated with my name, but for him?—

“Holy shit,” I gasped as he pulled back. He slid forward, taking the length of my cock. He had the right idea. For his first time, I’d add the word “curious” and “eager” to his comment card. I’m sure it wasn’t so different from my first time with a guy.

“Doesitfeelgood,” he mumbled with a full mouth.

“Amazing,” I whispered.

He continued bobbing, and I nearly toppled.

His hands reached around, grabbing my ass, keeping me upright.

It wasn’t normal human strength, I was sure of it.

Even as Hudson slobbered on my cock, I tried to place his face with one of the masked heroes of Vanguard. Could he be Pitch? Redax? The Tower?

“I’m close,” I mumbled.

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, and enthusiastic.

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 to be present 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 had written 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’t catch 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 even I struggled 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 been unexpected 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. That is going on the list.”