His slow thrusts send me to the brink of pleasure almost immediately. My eyes are screwed shut, my chest rising and falling in short, panting breaths, and then I feel the stimulator starting to vibrate, and then suck.
Tito makes a small noise in his throat, and my eyes fly open, only to see him staring directly at me.
“Are you on the brink of orgasm, Ms. Summers?”
“Oh no, not the brink,” I whisper, feeling myself clench tightly around the nubby toy as it slides in again, touching spots I didn’t even know I had. “I’m coming right—now!”
I’d always assumed orgasms decreased in intensity each time if multiples were even possible, but this is so much more than the first. All of it, the sucking rubber mouth on my clit, the vibrations against my skin, the perfectly formed, textured shaft sliding in and out of my dripping pussy, it all combines to send me into a climax so strong my vision swims, my body jerking and bucking as I cry out, moaning helplessly through the entire orgasm.
“More—” I moan, without meaning to, and Tito chuckles, but he keeps fucking me with the toy, letting it go until I shudder bonelessly, and then he stops.
“Here you are, Ms. Summers,” he says, sliding the toy free and handing it to me. “Control of the device is yours, now.” And with that, he stands up and backs away, sliding his zipper down. “Please let me know when you are ready to start again.”
I try to catch my breath, my whole body shuddering, but I do want more. It felt so fucking good, and when will I ever feel this again? I nod only seconds later, guiding the toy to my pussy, and Tito grins.
“So eager. A good volunteer.” He slides his hand into his open fly. “I will begin pleasuring myself now as well?”
“Yes,” I breathe, opening my thighs wider so that he has a perfect view of everything happening, as I watch him pull out his cock. The first cock I’ve ever seen in real life, and it looks perfect, long and thick and straight, the head swollen and dripping clear fluid down the shaft, veins pulsing as Tito wraps his hand around it. I want to touch him, taste him, the urge so strong that I almost drop the toy and cross the room to do just that, but that’s not the deal, so I don’t. Instead, I push my toy inside of myself again as Tito starts to stroke, his hand moving steadily over the long thick length, my every nerve over sensitized as I watch.
I want to make it last, but I’m so hyper-aroused that I know I can’t. The smell of sex pervades the room; the toy is customized to touch me perfectly in every way. As the stimulator latches onto my clit again, I know I’m lost. “I’m so close,” I whimper, and Tito hitches a breath, his hand moving faster.
“I could have come minutes ago,” he says huskily. “Before I even touched myself, just from the sight and scent of your gorgeous pussy, Scout. But I was waiting for you.”
The professionalism is gone. The experiment is gone. But it’s still just as fucking hot. His hand is a blur on his cock now, his jaw tight as he groans with pleasure, and I let out another keening moan as I buck upwards against the toy, fucking myself now for all I’m worth.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I pant out, and Tito grunts, his cock swelling in his fist as he grabs a cloth off of another table and holds it under his cock, not obstructing the view.
“Me too,” he groans, his voice wrenched with pleasure.
I keep my eyes open through the strongest orgasm yet, my body convulsing as I watch Tito’s cum shoot from his cock, his entire body rigid and face taut with pleasure as he moans aloud, stroking his cock faster still as he watches me clench around the toy.
His hand slides down his cock once more, squeezing the cum from it as he tosses the cloth in the trash and slides himself back into his pants, striding towards me in two quick steps.
“I won,” he says hoarsely and reaches down, pulling the toy from me with a wet sucking sound as he leans down, one hand on my inner thigh, and slides his tongue over my naked pussy from my entrance to my clit; his lips fastening around it for the briefest second as he licks up my arousal.
I gasp, shuddering from the wet heat of his tongue, and I want to grab him, beg him to keep going. I’ve never been eaten out before. But he steps back, and I clamp my mouth shut.
“I’m guessing my device works well, then.” He grins as I pull away, not wanting to, but knowing the moment has ended.
“I think you should patent it.” I laugh shakily as I stand up, moving my thong back into place as I reach for my clothes. He breathes a laugh and shakes out his hair with his hand. I want him to touch me again with that hand, want mine to be the one in his perfectly shiny dark hair. Instead, I slip on my skirt as he cleans everything up.
“I’ll make another,” he finally says after zipping up his slacks.
“Oh, why? I’m not joking; this one is phenomenal.”
“I’ll make another because I’m giving this one to you.”
“Oh.” I breathe. “No, Tito, that’s not necessary.”
“It is. You helped me test it out. Gave me great notes too. It’s yours.” He hands it to me, and I look at it for a moment, feeling aroused all over again, and I take it because of this impulse. He grins widely at my decision to listen, and I shove it into my bag on the floor so I don’t get any ideas about using it again. I know this was supposed to be an experiment. A test. But, internally, my heart feels connected to him in a way it hadn’t before. And I don’t know if that makes me weaker than I thought, more privy to emotion than I knew I was capable of, but I think there’s something more between us.
More than connecting over our love for tech and anime. It’s almost as if I’ve watered a plant for years and never saw it bloom. Now, at the base of it is a small blossom. Just a little bud, but it’s as good as hope gets that something more is happening. Then again, I’m equally terrified by what it would mean for us.
“You’re staring at me pretty hard, Summers.” He teases, and I let out a laugh that I’ve forced, so I don’t seem like a crazy person for gawking. It might be a lost cause.
This is crazy. Even crazier than being offered this wild job, but I think that’s what I’ve been missing from life. Craziness.
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