CHAPTER 27DENISE
CHAPTER 27
DENISE
Bold wasn’t the word for how I felt right now. I didn’t necessarily know that I was going to be walking around with my still-swollen pussy in the elements a quarter of a mile off the ground, but it seemed like the sensible choice. The last twenty-four hours had been filled with so much upheaval, I needed something to take me away.
Hugh’s palm connected with my mound, and I shuddered against his strong fingers as they slowly swept between my exposed lips. I tilted my head up as his gaze moved down to watch his hand’s journey as he collected my juices along his fingers before moving back down and one of them found its way into me.
My eyes drifted shut, and I gasped as pleasure pooled low in my belly. He crooked up and pulled me forward. I stumbled on my heels, and his other hand came to my ass to steady me.
He held me close to his body as his finger stroked up and out in a steady rhythm that had me digging my fingers into his forearm. The hand on my ass squeezed and held me still as his finger made steady and powerful thrusts.
I moved my hips in concert with his hand, fucking him as much as he was fucking me. When I groaned, his teeth found my lip and bit down. The next gasp was swallowed by his mouth as his thumb moved up and over my clit.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked his mouth against mine. I nodded as his tongue traced my lips. His fingers stilled.
“Open your eyes.”
I opened my eyes and immediately moaned as another finger joined the first.
“I asked if this is what you wanted.” His gaze was intense and focused on me, through me.
“Yes,” I said, breathless.
“I know, Denny, baby. Are you full?” he restarted the same powerful strokes again, and I fought the urge to close my eyes and lose myself in the feelings burning beneath my skin.
“No, I don’t think you’re full,” he answered for me as he pulled free from my grip and thrust up with three fingers.
I cried out, my head falling into his chest as my fingers dug into the shirt. His thrusting fingers moved with care but also with the same amount of force, and I felt my muscles clench around him. My calves started to burn as I leaned up and into his thrusting fingers, trying to get more friction.
“How about now? Are you full now?”
His fingers started to move back and forth as his thumb restarted its circles on my nub, and I managed to moan, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes. I’m full,” I said, angling to catch his rhythm.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, before pulling free from me.
I panted, feeling the liquid sticking to my thighs.
“Come here.” There was a soft expression in his eyes as he held me upright. I opened my mouth to ask him where when he stepped aside and pushed me forward, so I was glancing down at the city. I sputtered as the wind whipped around us.
“Hugh, I don’t think I can—”
Before I could protest, he pulled my waist, pushed my feet apart, and filled me in a single stroke. His balls slapped against my clit, and I cried out. He groaned behind me. I pushed my palms up against the glass while his slippery fingers worked back and forth against my nub.
“Fuck,” I cried out, feeling him shaking behind me. My climax was edging closer, and I couldn’t think of anything but the urge to come. My hips started to rock against him, and his fingers stopped their brutal rhythm. Groaning, I fell into a rhythm, bouncing against him.
The pleasure started to peak again, and I felt my muscles clenching when he pinned me against the glass. I couldn’t move. I smacked my hand against the glass in frustration.
“Hmm?” he pulled my hair to the side and licked my neck.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“Yes?” he asked, his tone smug.
“Hugh.” I slapped the glass again, my fear of looking down drowned out by the need to come.
“Ask me nicely.” His tongue licked against my skin.
“Please, can I come?” I asked with no hesitation.
“No, you cannot,” he replied.
“Oh, fuck yo—Ow!” I yelped as his teeth sank into the flesh of my back.
His hips thrust in a quick and aggressive rhythm that drew sounds out of me that were feral.
I gushed as he continued to pump in and out of me. My legs shook as I held still and took his pounding thrusts. When I tried to push against him to match his rhythm, he used his weight to hold me in place. All I could do was take what he was giving, feel him along every edge of me, reminding me that I craved every delicious inch. He was bringing me pleasure in ways I had never felt before and letting me feel greedy.
I fought hard to keep my mind right, to not get lost. We’d spent so much time trying to figure shit out that I wanted to prove to him that I could be good, and I could listen. I didn’t want to come until he was ready to give it to me. The trust I had in him and his ability to give me everything I needed was absolute.
“You ready for me, Denny?” the words were spoken against my ear. I nodded, feeling the orgasm teetering off at the edge, ready and waiting.
“Yes, please. More.” His strokes became more brutal as I felt every muscle in my body tense as my hands slipped on the glass and I rode out wave after wave of bliss. As the heat left my face, He groaned behind me, plunging forward once more before pulling free and catching his breath while adjusting my dress.
Without a word, he turned me to face him, and his lips captured mine. It was all passion and searing heat as his tongue tangled with mine, and he held me close to him. I could feel the stickiness as I touched his semi-hard dick as I sighed against his lips.
“This isn’t why I called you up here,” he said, his forehead leaning against mine.
I let out a throaty laugh as I gave him a languid caress before adjusting him back into his suit pants.
“It’s your fault. You were all serious and sexy with your forearms out.” He gave me a look and moved his lips to my neck before licking and grazing his teeth against me. I shuddered. He did it again, pulling my hips flush against his.
“What were we talking about again?” I moaned, my fingers coming up to his neck and holding his lips to my skin.
“The rumors.” His kisses continued to whisper along my skin.
“Oh.”
“Mhm,” he hummed, the vibration singing through me.
I bit down on my lip, trying hard to focus my thoughts. Desire was still buzzing through my veins, and my fingers traced his chest as his length pressed against my stomach. I needed him. Again and again.
It wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
He pulled back, and I saw the raw lust painted across his face. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that my face looked the same. His tongue traced the seam of his lips, and I felt my core contract. I closed my eyes against his hooded gaze and took a breath to try and focus on his words. That’s when I realized…
“I don’t give a damn,” I said.
I was greeted by his smile when I opened my eyes. My lips curled up into a smile of my own when I grabbed his hand and dipped below my dress to sweep across my swollen lips.
When I brought his coated fingers to my mouth, he hissed. The tangy taste of us filled my mouth and I relished in the heat of it coating my tongue.
“I deserve more than one, don’t I?” I asked the question around his fingers and watched his pupils dilate.
When I pulled his fingers free to guide them back to where they’d just been, he stepped forward and placed one hand on the glass and three fingers filled me up. I gave a stuttering groan, my head hitting his shoulder.
“No. Watch me,” he ordered.
And, like the good and voracious girl I am, I did.