CHAPTER 14DENISE
CHAPTER 14
DENISE
Hugh almost missed his flight. He’d fucked me until I was literally on the run, held a hot towel to my sore center, and cuddled for as long as he could before grabbing his bag and giving me a series of deep and hot kisses on his way out the door.
He’d turned my walls inside out. She was throbbing and wet like the wanton, needy strumpet she became whenever he touched her. A part of me was glad that he’d had to go, if I’d had one more orgasm I probably would’ve melted into goo and died right there. I was in my closet trying to find the perfect outfit for today when my phone vibrated. Grabbing it from the shelf, I saw a text from Hugh.
What are you wearing?
Smiling, I typed back fast.
A fair amount of your cum in my pussy.
His dots popped up, went away, and popped up again. I sent a laughing emoji and he replied with one word.
Tease.
Threads of arousal started to wind around in my stomach at the idea that his dick was hard as he tried to sit through his meetings today. Part of me wondered what else I could send him when my phone rang. I answered, shaking my head.
“Flight go, okay?” I asked.
“Yep. Make sure you leave the office on time. Any plans for tonight?” he asked.
“Cleo wants to go with me to look for new furniture. There’s a place she likes in the Castro.” I grabbed a blouse, feeling my thighs rub together, making my sore lips feel all kinds of delicious. When I grabbed a pair of cotton panties, I realized he wasn’t talking.
“Hugh?” I asked, pulling my phone away from my face to see if we were still connected.
“Stop playing with me,” his tone was rough, and I rolled my eyes.
“I have to start ordering stuff. It’s going to take a minute for them to deliver anything.” He was quiet again and when it was clear that he wasn’t going to reply, I spoke again, “This was never meant to be permanent,” I said, low.
“Let’s make it permanent, then,” his reply was immediate.
“Yeah, okay,” I scoffed as I grabbed a flowy skirt.
“Denise, I’m serious. Let go of the apartment. Move in.” He was sincere. I knew he was. I peeked down the hall at his fancy-ass condo that had started to feel more and more like home.
“We’re not even dating like that,” I said, knowing that whatever we had was in fact dating like that. Neither of us had said it out loud, but the way this man pulled my soul from my body, made me feel safe, and motivated me—that was beyond just dating. As the seconds of silence ticked by, I realized that was probably the absolute worst thing to say.
“Say that shit when I’m back and see what happens,” he hissed, and I felt my core start to weep. That wasn’t a sexy fuck around and find out tone, and here she was, dripping like he was stroking my clit. I thought back to the way that I’d begged for the pain and thanked him over and over, and I felt my nipples harden beneath my shirt.
“You… I…” I stuttered, hoping he couldn’t tell how much I needed him. Not just his dick, but his filthy words echoing around me as I came again and again.
“We just started seeing each other,” I groaned into the phone. “This is backwards.”
He was silent for a few more seconds before he said, “Don’t buy any furniture, Denise.” He was using his grown-man voice.
“Or what,” I replied, feeling the bass rising in my own voice.
“Or nothing. I said no.” His tone said he was done talking about it.
“Oh? You said no, so it’s just a no.” I laughed, cackling into the phone.
“Denise—”
“You can fuck me until I’m in a coma, but what you’re not going do is order me around.”
He started talking, but I pulled the phone away from my ear and hung it up.
Telling me what to do… He’d lost his whole mind.
I threw my phone down and smiled as it buzzed and buzzed on the bed. Leaving it where it was, I walked over to the shower, so I could get ready for work.
Because fuck him.