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His lips moved along my jaw while his fingers plunged quickly, deeply into my pussy. My legs trembled. I grabbed his shoulder, which moved lower along with him as his head moved to my chest. His free hand tugged at my dress, exposed my left breast. The cold air hardened my nipple before Hugo took it into his mouth. He moaned against it, sucking, squeezing, all the while fucking me with his fingers. Then, without warning, he ripped them from my body, making me gasp from the loss.
“Fuck…” I moaned, pleaded, begged. I wanted him back, needed to feel him, more of him.
His lips crashed back into mine, hard and fiery, urgent, and I heard the delicious sound of his zip coming undone. Within seconds, his hands were on my hips, spinning me around to face a table stacked with various crockery. In one swift motion, Hugo’s arm had sent the lot crashing to the floor and, before I had time to worry about the almighty noise he’d just made, he’d yanked my knickers around my knees and bent me over the table, thrusting his cock inside.
“Holy shit,” I cried. He filled me fast, delectably deep.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, driving into me with impossible speed.
My ribs hit the table with every thrust, the pain negligible compared to the waves of pleasure crashing between my thighs. He wound an arm around my front, massaged my naked breast as he kissed my neck, moaned into my ear. “So good, Heli. So fucking good.”
Somewhere in my subconscious, I was aware of where we were. I heard voices outside. “I think…Oh God…I think someone’s coming.”
“That’s the idea,” he said, voice a low, heady growl. “Enjoy it, Heli.” His hand lowered, dipped below the table, circled my clit. “You’re close. I can feel you getting tighter.”
The sound of his voice, his balls slapping against my pussy, his fingers on my clit, his breath on my face…the people outside, the danger… “Hugo!” My clit swelled under his fingers, convulsed with an orgasm that tightened my walls around his cock.
“Beautiful,” he said through gritted teeth, driving into me faster, harder, both hands on my hips now, fingers digging into my flesh. “Fucking beautiful.” And then, he came too. His cock pulsed inside me with a final, deep thrust, which he held there, holding me close as he kissed my neck.
“Do you think those plates were expensive?” I wondered aloud, Hugo’s erection waning inside me.
He chuckled as he slipped out of me and pulled up his zipper. “I imagine, in a place like this, they were very expensive.”
I felt a little guilty then, staring at the shattered pieces as I pulled my knickers back into place. “We should find someone. Offer to pay for them.”
“Yeah? What are you going to say… ‘Excuse me, I’ve just broken a couple grand’s worth of crockery getting fucked from behind in your storage room. Would you like cash or a cheque?’”
On second thoughts… “Really, they should lock this stuff away if it’s so valuable. Totally their fault when you think about it.”
Hugo grinned my favourite grin, pushed my breast back into my bra and dress for me, and kissed my forehead. “Exactly. Now, I have an award to receive. Let’s get back out there.”
I nodded, adjusted the hem of my dress. “I need a bathroom first. You know, sex stuff.” There was no nice way to say it. Sex was great, of course, but only sexy while actually having it. “You go to our seats, Mr Best Dressed Male of the Year, and I’ll be right there.”
Best Dressed Male of the Year. I smiled as I thought it, and then again as I watched him turn to walk away. I’d just let the officially Best Dressed Male of the Year fuck me over a table in an unlocked hotel storage room. I’d never felt so rebellious. So shameless.
It was fantastic.
And…worrying. Hugo and spontaneity didn’t belong in the same sentence.
“Hugo?” I called, making him turn back.
“Yeah?”
“You’re okay, right?” I felt my brow furrow, eyes narrow.
He tipped his chin, curled his lips. “I’m fine, Heli.”
I nodded, smiled back. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
Time seemed to move slowly without Hugo, who was at his house in St John’s Wood. He’d wanted me to stay with him after the awards. I’d wanted that, too, yet I’d still come home alone. We’d spent a month together, a perfect and beautiful month that I dreaded ending every day, but it had to. I couldn’t rely on his company. I wouldn’t. I’d felt so lost after my mum died. Abandoned, almost. I still hadn’t had time to learn how to do this on my own, live, work things out for myself. I needed that. We needed that, because, most of all, we needed the space to trust that we’d come back to each other again.
