Page 35 of Seductive Architect (Grunts of Vanguard #2)

“It’s perfect.” Better than perfect.

I unbuttoned my jeans, shimmying out of them as I took in Hudson’s creation.

Somewhere, he had tucked away a water feature, the soothing splash of water almost drowning out the traffic.

He had combined his favorite things. We could be anywhere in the universe, and he chose a rooftop filled with flowers and vines creeping along the headboard.

I didn’t want to rush events along, but I knew exactly what I wanted to happen.

As Hudson unzipped his pants, I rolled onto my stomach.

I left the underwear for him, hoping for a forceful tug as he yanked them down.

I rested my head on my forearms, listening for the sound of clothes hitting the ground.

“Can I?—”

Whatever you want .

He didn’t need to reply. With Hudson, I could sense the enthusiasm. Speaking without words would take some getting used to. However, as he crawled onto the bed, hands brushing my legs, I found being able to communicate without verbal cues enthralling.

I shivered as his fingertips moved up my calves, dancing along the ticklish spot behind my knees. It warranted an audible gasp. As they climbed along my thighs, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to focus on my stiffening cock or the electricity skating along my skin.

He stopped as he reached the legs of my underwear. As he followed the line, his fingers touched the underside of my balls. I just about shot my ass in the air with a whimper. As he drew circles along my underwear, I could feel the tightness in the front, my cock trapped between me and the mattress.

He retreated, and I pushed back, hoping to feel his hands.

He grabbed the elastic waistband, and I whimpered as the fabric tore one stitch at a time.

I knew it wasn’t real, but the breeze along the building felt cool against my skin.

It didn’t last as his beard tickled my ass, and the warmth of his breath rolled along my skin.

Gripping my ass, his fingers kneaded the muscle. Eventually, I’d want him to do the same to every part of my body. Right now, if he turned his attention anywhere other than my hole, I’d have to redirect him. I became a man on a mission, and him buried inside me was the only objective.

The tip of his tongue grazed my ass. Another night, he could tease. When I tried pushing back, my super-strength-wielding boyfriend held me in place. Not fair. Instead, I whimpered, burying my face in the blanket. It bordered on torture, and I wanted him to put me out of my misery.

His hands slid to my hips, and when he tightened my grip, I realized he had me at his mercy. The only way I’d get— “Holy shit.” The roughness of his tongue dragged along my hole, buried inside me. My body didn’t know if it should try to scramble away or push back… not that I could do either .

Shaking his head back and forth, his beard scratched along my skin, sending me into overdrive.

There was nothing to do except relax and enjoy Hudson’s experimenting.

He lay between my legs, taking his time as he licked all the way to my waist and repeated the maneuver.

I was going to need to ask where he learned his technique.

“I want you in me.” Not to speed things up, but his tongue was foreplay, and I wanted the main event.

“You’ll thank me later.”

Well, fuck.

As he continued, I relaxed. If it were another time, I’d reach back and hold his head in place and beg him to keep going. Spit ran down my taint. I knew what was about to happen. I didn’t want him to take his time. The thought of him lining up and shoving the length inside me made my cock stiffen.

He stopped before crawling along my body. I had my face buried in the blanket as he kissed his way along my spine. When he reached my shoulders, I raised my head, wanting to taste him.

“Whoa.”

The rooftop had vanished. The bed hovered high above the city.

If I rolled too far, it appeared as if I’d plummet into the streets of Vanguard.

With a thought, Hudson could change the landscape.

This took virtual reality to a new level, and yet, it didn’t change the fact that a big bear rested his body on mine.

Nor did it change the feel of him sliding along the crack of my ass.

Hudson pushed himself upright, thighs hugging my ass. “Ready?”

Words had turned into a whimper. Instead, I nodded my approval.

His cock shifted into place, pressed against my hole. I didn’t wait as I pushed back, moaning as he spread me open. It rode the line between pleasure and pain. I appreciated his prep work. I’d ache in the morning, but my throbbing cock made it clear that I wanted more.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

Hudson moaned as he pushed. Steady. Firm. Unrelenting. My fingers dug into the comforter while my head rose up, a moan loud enough to wake the entire city. He hadn’t joked. He didn’t stop until his balls pressed against my ass. Thankfully, he held still.

It was almost too much. I had been greedy and now I paid the price…

worth every penny. He took care as he lay across my body, arms sliding under my chest, holding me in a hug.

His belly pressed into the small of my back, forcing him to withdraw an inch.

That inch might as well have been twelve.

It made me love the extra fluff even more.

The kisses between my shoulder blades didn’t distract when his hips moved.

The gentle thrusts juxtaposed with the strength of the arms wrapped around my chest. Perfection.

I turned my head to find a plane breaking through the clouds, preparing to land.

The place. The person. I wanted to do this repeatedly until it turned into a habit.

Not the sex… well… not entirely. I wanted to be lying in bed and feel his weight on me as he held on, as I might consider escaping.

I won’t let go .

I melted. Tension eased from my bones, and I believed every word. Hudson’s certainty pushed aside the heartache of the past. He dismissed the fear created by failed relationships. In his arms, I caught glimpses of a future filled with firsts. We’d fill his black book to the brim with memories.

I know .

Rolling to his side, he pulled me with him, never breaking contact.

His pace picked up, the full length of his cock sliding in and out as if my ass was built for him.

With one hand firmly planted on my chest, his other ran down my belly, along my hips, and down my leg.

Every touch turned electric, as if every nerve were on fire.

His hand drifted upward as he continued his railing.

When his fingers touched my balls, my entire body tensed.

Tightening on his cock, he moaned in my ear.

I grabbed his hand, forcing it away. Even his soft grazing would make me come, and once that happened, his fucking would end. No. Not yet, not until he came in me.

“I don’t want to come yet.”

“I do,” he whispered in my ear .

He thrust hard enough that the bed shook. If we were really high above the city, I’d fear his thrusts would knock us off the platform. Each one had me somewhere between a whimper and a moan. I wanted Hudson… I wanted my boyfriend to breed me.

Yes, sir.

His lips my shoulder turned to teeth. He rammed his cock in, burying it as far as he could.

His tempo sped up, as did the intensity.

I had nearly reached the point of tapping out when he let out a low growl.

I didn’t stop him as his fingers wrapped around my cock.

He stroked me while his cock throbbed in my ass, filling me with cum.

I reached behind me, gripping his neck. The tingling grew until my toes curled.

Hudson barely moved, his cock still pulsing as my orgasm raced up my legs and along my spine.

He stopped at the perfect moment, keeping me right on the edge a moment longer.

His bite pushed me over. With a single squeeze, I growled.

He didn’t move as my cock throbbed, cum covering the comforter.

He retracted his teeth, returning to kissing. His movements were slow as he pulled back his softening cock. I gasped as he slid out. It was a relief, and yet, I felt empty without him inside. I’d demand a second round before breakfast.

“That’s going in the book,” he whispered.

Between blinks, the city view vanished, and we returned to his bedroom. As much as I enjoyed the scenic fuck, I was just as happy in his room, curled up with him at my back.

“Shower?” he asked.

I shook my head. I grabbed his arms, holding them against my chest like he was a safety blanket. “Not yet.”

He settled in for what I’d require: a long cuddling session. The sex had been magnificent, but I didn’t want to let go of my newly minted boyfriend. Before Hudson, I’d have scoffed at the need for human contact, and now that I’ve found the right... “Are you going with human? A.I.?”

Synthetic person.

Now that I’d found the right synthetic person… the right man … I didn’t want to let go. “Ricardo is going to be mad that we destroyed his labs.”

I cracked up at the thought. First, Wyatt destroyed half the building, and then we did the same thing. I could already hear the lecturing and printing of reports for my permanent file.

“We’ll worry about that on Monday.”