I moan a long, voluptuous moan that has every nerve in my body prickling. Any prior discomfort becomes a distant memory when his hand slithers from my hip to my pulsating clit. Dizziness clusters in my head, overwhelming me, when he rolls my clit with the pad of his thumb. My knees wobble as my race to climax gains momentum.
“I want you to come on my cock, Ava,” he says, increasing the quickness of his strokes. “I want to feel what my cock does to you. How it makes you feel.”
When my eyes catch sight of his core-demolishing gaze, I lose all rational thought. Grunted, incoherent words tear from my throat as a climax rips through me so hard and fast, stars form in front of my eyes.
“God, yes, milk my cock, babe, show me how much you loved it.”
The tightening of my pussy during orgasm sets Hugo off. His cock flexes, and he groans before the heat of his seed adds even more magnitude to my already soul-shattering climax. After a few more pumps, ensuring every drop of his cum is expelled, his movements still. He rests his sweat- drenched forehead against mine as we endeavor to get our breathing under control. The piquant aroma of sex mingled with sweating skin filters through the air, an intoxicating aroma that could be bottled up and sold for millions.
Hugo’s eyes flutter open as he stares down at me. “That was…” He stops talking, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Perfect,” I fill in, panting heavily.
An exhausted smile carves on his face before he nods.
“You’re perfect,” he says before he seals his lips over mine, once again stealing my ability to breathe. His lips taste salty from the sweat running over them during our ignitable exchange.
“Everything about you is perfect,” he mutters against my lips before peppering my jawline with kisses, compelling a new wave of excitement to form. But this time, it isn’t in my pussy; it is in my heart.
As Hugo’s attention reverts to my neck, the sound of heavy footsteps thud through my ears. Panic floods my veins when the handle on Hugo’s childhood bedroom door lowers. A thankful sigh spills from my parched mouth when the intruders attempts to open the door are fruitless. Hugo must have locked the door at some stage between entering and now.
“Hugo, you better not be a-fucking-sleep,” Hawke says, his abrupt tone bellowing through the door. “It’s nearly midnight; hurry the fuck up.”
The rattling of the door handle stops when Hugo answers, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
I moan when the deep hum of his voice vibrates right through me since his cock is still inside me. My lips curve high when he places a kiss on the edge of my swollen mouth. Glancing into my eyes, he withdraws his half-masted penis. I’m not going to lie. Even knowing Hawke is outside waiting for him, and exhausted beyond comprehension, I'd happily go another round with Hugo. That was above and beyond anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. EVER!
When Hugo places me down onto my feet, I lean my back against the wall and close my eyes, endeavoring to fill my lungs with air before I faint. When an abrupt hiss of air parts Hugo’s lips, I flutter my heavy-weighted eyes back open. The muscles in my stomach tense when I see the look on Hugo’s face. Saying he has a horrified appearance would be an understatement. He looks truly mortified.
“Fuck,” he says, running his hand over the top of his head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses some more with his eyes arrested on something lower than my stomach.
Following his gaze, fresh tears prick my eyes. A trail of blood has run down my inner left thigh, puddling near the curve of my knee. My heart clutches in my chest as my eyes dart around the room, looking for an article of clothing I can use to cover myself. Standing before him naked while he is looking at me mortified is a brutal knock to my self-esteem. Noticing Hugo’s undershirt on the ground, I bob down to pick it up. On the way, I notice Hugo’s rapidly deflating cock also has a blood mark on it.
“Please tell me that is because you’ve only been with guys like Pencil Dick,” Hugo pleads, his voice coming out in a cross between mortified and angry.
My lips quiver as I straighten my spine and peer into his repentant eyes before shaking my head.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks, his voice relaying his utter disbelief.
Cringing at the loudness of his voice, my eyes shoot to his bedroom door, silently praying Hawke isn’t still waiting behind it. As if this whole situation isn’t embarrassing enough, having an additional witness would make it ten times worse. Satisfied the door handle isn’t moving, I return my eyes to Hugo.
“Was,” I manage to squeak out.
The hammering of my heart is heard in my trembling voice. A stretch of silence crosses between us, awkward and heavy. My heart sinks to my stomach when regret forms in Hugo’s eyes. I take a step towards him, wanting him to recall the affection displayed in our combustible exchange. An experience in which we shared so much emotion can’t be regretted. It should be treasured and explored – not lamented. My heart crashes into the pit of my stomach when Hugo shakes his head and takes a step backward.
I never thought I'd endure a greater pain than the rejection of my father, but this hurts ten times more.
Ignoring the tear spilling down my cheek, I use my hand to wipe the blood off my thigh. My movements are rushed as an overwhelming barrage of embarrassment festers in my heart.After throwing his legs into his jeans and tucking his deflated cock into his trousers, Hugo paces into the bathroom. Hawke’s frantic bangs on the door return as the grandfather clock in the hall loudly chimes through the house, advising it is midnight.
My tear-drenched eyes lift to Hugo when he ambles back into the room, holding a wash cloth in his hand. I bite the inside of my cheek, refusing to let any more tears fall from my eyes. The hot water on the cloth makes quick work of the blood smearing my leg. I flinch as my knees curve inward. Not because Hugo is being rough, but because even dying of embarrassment, my body is relishing his closeness.
My neck cranks to the side when Hawke’s deep voice barrels through the door. “Hugo, hurry the fuck up. I don’t want my marriage cursed,” he begs.
Hugo’s remorse-filled eyes lift to mine when I still his hands from cleaning my leg. His hands are trembling so much, a shudder vibrates the entire length of my arm.
“Go,” I say, gesturing my head to the door. “I’ve got this.”
My eyelids twitch as I fight to hold in my tears.
