Page 58 of Technical Advances

“I can just …” he said, demonstrating by moving his hand over that smooth cock even faster.

I shook my head back and forth over the pillow. “Use me,” I assured him, and he didn’t hesitate then, leaning over and grasping the top of his intricately carved headboard, offering himself to me. I opened my mouth, locked my fingers on his hips, and encouraged him to move.

He looked down between his arms. “Yeah?” he questioned. I nodded around him, sucking him a few times for good measure before moving my hands, and his hips, back and forth.

We found a rhythm surprisingly easily. Another way we communicated in sync. Benji came silently, his body stiffening for a moment before he pulled out, still spouting, to drop his weight on me and devour my mouth, tasting himself there as he convulsed once, twice more.

Barely leaving himself time to come down from the high, Benji slid down my body, straddling my legs to stroke me, a look of such serious concentration on his face that it reminded me of him at the computer while we worked.

“The ceremony’s at noon,” he began apologetically, “but I have to be there by nine for this breakfast thing with some of the other PhD grads in my department,” he said as he pumped. “I’ll leave you a ticket, okay?” I sat up and reached for his wrist, putting a stop to his ministrations though he continued to grip me with the same pressure I was putting on his wrist.

“Benji, sweetheart. You have to go get ready.”

“But … you …”

I kissed him again, softly, ignoring every impulse I had to ravage his mouth as he had just done mine. I pulled back instead and gently removed his hand from my throbbing member. I may have never done anything more difficult.

“No buts. I am perfectly capable of … finishing this job. Go. Get in the shower.”

“Wait,” he whispered, like it was a question or a revelation.

“What, sweetheart?” My voice came out high pitched as I squeezed my cock, anxious to finish what Benji had started.

“I want to watch. I’m going to take the fastest shower known to man and come back here to get dressed. You are going to sit there and wait.” His eyes flared as if he was shocked at not only what he’d said but the demanding tone in which he’d said it.

“I mean, um, if that’s okay?” That dominant demand had been fucking hot, and his stuttering was absolutely adorable, and despite the chaos of that contradiction, I couldn’t imagine finding another person more endearing, feeling more connected, more in love.

I was studied enough in social cues to know it was way too soon to be thinking that yet alone saying it, so I kept the thought to myself. But my feelings meant that I wanted to give Benji whatever he wanted. I’d never been one to play games in bed, but suddenly I was all in. I released my cock after one last squeeze, raising my hands to shoulder height.

“Go on, then.” I tried not to sound desperate or besotted. The croak in my voice may have helped with the latter. “Get in the shower, sweetheart.”

He inhaled sharply, looking at my hands, in surrender, and then at my member, standing at attention, flushed and ready. “Fuck, I may come again,” he growled, bending and tossing the dirty towel from the night before at me, looking me up and down with another sigh before turning to leave the room.

“That seems unfair,” I yelled after him, laughing as I wiped off my messy hands before picking up my phone, hoping for a distraction from the torture between my legs.

I dragged down my notifications, finding one from Ben politely thanking me for dinner. A surge of guilt certainly helped me ignore my body’s impulses. It was obvious that Ben was worried about his son, and I could only respect him for that. With any luck, I would see him at Benji’s graduation in mere hours, and Benji and I would just have to make him understand about a lot more than our working relationship.

I left Ben’s message unread for the time being and swiped over to my years-long text chain with Beck, the most recently unread message staring at me as if he’d written it in bold.

Beck: Not answering your phone. Not in your office or in the lab. Do you need me to send Ross with an NDA?

I scrolled up through the rest of the unread messages while listening to his voicemail.

“Hey, Ani, just surprised that you're not in the building. I was curious to hear how dinner with your old friend went.”

Before that voicemail, Beck had left an earlier text message.

Beck: Not asleep in your office? I thought for sure you’d come back here after dinner with the dad. You’re obviously asleep somewhere since you didn’t pick up. Or are you in your lab? I’m headed your way.

I heard the bathroom door open as another text popped up.

Beck: Jesus Christ, Ani. Please tell me you went home ALONE after family dinner with the Warrens, or that you’re with some rando from Guys/Guys, or whatever it’s called.

Another text immediately followed.

Beck: Please tell me you’re not with Benji.

Unfortunately, the distraction worked wonders. When I heard Benji’s footsteps returning, I slapped the phone on the nightstand and grabbed hold of my rapidly deflating dick.