Chapter 18
Eighteen
Don’t be everyone’s cup of tea. Try gasoline and set shit on fire.
—Bernice’s secret thoughts
Bernice
I was dead tired.
It was three in the morning, and we’d literally just binge-watched sixteen episodes.
The only break we’d taken was for Hux to go pick up his cat and some dinner.
We’d eaten pizza while his cat had wandered around the apartment sounding angry that she was cooped up in such a confined space with no way out.
The next episode started to play, and Hux reached for the remote and pressed pause.
“Can’t do it anymore,” he grumbled low.
I nodded against the couch cushion that I’d all but melted into. “Me neither.”
I snuggled deeper into the heat of him, not quite on top of him, but not not on top of him either.
My legs were pulled up to my chest and resting sideways against his torso.
My face was pressed against the inside of his bicep where it rested along the back of the couch cushion behind me.
His legs were stretched out on the ottoman, and the couch sort of pushed me toward him slightly so that most of my left side was touching him.
I was warm and snuggly and had the biggest blanket on me from his bed.
It was like a drug.
A sweet, warm drug that I was about to succumb to.
The last thing I remembered was his hand going to my hair and tangling into the long locks.
When next I woke, it was still dark out, but I had a pressing need to use the bathroom.
And since I’d used the bathroom each time he was out of the room today, seeing as it was wide open for anyone to see, I hesitated to get up.
However, my bladder protested the hesitation, and eventually I got up to use the bathroom anyway.
When I was done, I wondered if I should flush it.
It would be loud and maybe wake him up.
“Just flush.”
My cheeks heated.
He’d heard.
How embarrassing.
At least it was only pee…
I flushed, washed my hands, and walked back to him grumbling, “Whose idea was it to not put a wall in for the bathroom at least?”
“Mine.” He chuckled. “Never planned on having anyone up here.”
That feeling of warmth was back.
Also, for once in my life, I was slightly overheated.
I could count on one hand the times in my life that I’d felt like this.
“Can I borrow your shirt?”
I heard rustling as I scooted closer, and then felt the fabric brush my hand.
I laid it on the couch next to me, still unable to see much of anything, then stripped.
When I was in my panties and nothing else, I slipped his t-shirt on and tried to slip back into the cocoon I’d come from earlier.
When I placed my hand onto the couch to scoot back in, I felt nothing but a hard wall of muscle.
Hux had shifted when he’d taken off the shirt, and now he was stretched lengthwise on the couch with his head resting on the cushion that I’d been using as a pillow.
I pressed my hand to the couch, trying to find a place to go, and ended up hitting bare skin.
His chest.
Well, more accurately, his lower belly that felt as hard as his chest.
“Scoot in here,” he urged, catching my hand to help guide me over the length of his body. “You can sleep in the space between the cushions and me. My leg is asleep the other way.”
“O-okay,” I stuttered out, my heart pounding.
He moved me until I had my back in the cushions and my front to his hard, warm heat.
I placed my head on his bicep and sighed as the scent of pine and warm man invaded my lungs.
His deodorant or bodywash, maybe.
I didn’t see Huxley Hosea wearing aftershave or cologne.
That seemed too “extra” for him.
He shifted us again, and then my head was resting on a pillow with his arm underneath the pillow.
My face was still pressed into his neck, but now his chin rested against the top of my head.
My leg was also now thrown over his thigh, and his big arm was holding me in place with his hand at the small of my back.
We were literally touching from toes to head.
It was…heaven.
I’d never felt so warm and protected in my life.
I’d had some scary situations that I’d lived in, and not even my brother could make me feel as calm and relaxed as I was in that very moment.
“Good?” he asked.
“Good,” I breathed, pressing in closer, my lips now pressed against his neck.
He groaned, and I felt that groan between my thighs.
His hand started to move up and down the length of my spine in soothing circles.
On one such sweep down, his fingers caught on the t-shirt and pushed it up slightly, causing his hand to hit skin.
When I didn’t make a move to stop him, he only hesitated for a long moment before he allowed his hand to travel up the back of his shirt.
My eyes grew heavier, but the pulse between my legs became more insistent.
It was a double-edged sword, being this up close and personal with Hux.
Not to mention, I felt like I was in a dream.
I mean, this hot guy that I’d been crushing on since the first time I met him was holding me like he never wanted to let me go.
I felt like I would wake up at any second.
My body felt completely melted into him, and eventually, my breathing did even out and my eyes did droop closed.
When I woke up next, there was light streaming through the window and I felt air on my bare ass.
There was also a hand on my ass.
Bare.
Ass.
Why was I bare?
I had no clue.
I’d lost everything else last night, but I’d kept the panties.
Now, the only thing that was covering my body was his hand.
The shirt I’d slipped on of Hux’s was rucked up above my breasts. My breasts were pillowed against his chest, and the scratchy hair there was tickling and teasing my nipples.
My leg was hitched up over his hips, and the only thing that separated my bare pussy from his cock was his underwear.
I’d never wanted a piece of fabric not to exist more in my life.
I shifted, pushing myself against him slightly, and his hand moved, pulling me closer.
As his hand shifted, his fingers did, too. The rough digits traveled south to wrap around my butt cheek. As his fingers came to a standstill, one finger came to a rest at the entrance to my ass, and the other was at the entrance of my pussy.
And I literally creamed myself.
I could feel the liquid seeping from my entrance and wondered what he would think when he woke up and realized where his hands were.
I knew what I wanted him to do—take advantage of me.
My heart was now pounding, and my breathing accelerated.
I closed my eyes and willed myself to calm down.
There were three major triggers for me.
Pollutants—such as smog, perfume, or smoke.
Exertion—such as physical activity or fatigue.
And the last was when I started to panic or allowed myself to get in my head and start to freak out.
I was currently experiencing two out of the three.
Anxiousness and excitement warred in my veins, and I prayed that I would be able to control it.
Hux shifted, a groan emitting from his throat, and one of his fingers slipped inside my pussy.
Not enough for it to be intentional, but enough that he was now physically inside of me.
I squeezed my eyes shut and counted to ten, willing my excitement to calm.
Then his lower body shifted and he was pressing that hard cock against my clit.
Sweet Mary, Mother of God.
I wasn’t made for this.
Literally.
My body literally couldn’t handle all the sensations, yet I wanted nothing more than to experience them all.
With Hux.
I blew out a shaky breath and shifted my backside toward that hard cock that was pressing against me. As I did, his finger slipped out of me, and I nearly cried out in despair.
I wanted more of both. But I couldn’t have one without taking away the other.
I shifted back, and his finger slipped deeper inside of me.
Jesus Christ.
My hand, which was trapped between us, shifted and came into contact with the large bulge between his legs.
Dear Sweet Baby Jesus, he was large.
I hadn’t seen him yet, but based on how he felt alone, he was going to be bigger than anything I’d ever experienced before.
Though that wouldn’t be too hard.
I’d had all of two sexual encounters, and neither one of them went further than heavy petting.
I’d gotten off with a man several times. Even had a semi-serious boyfriend.
But all of those times, when we’d tried to get to the final act, my asthma would let itself be known, and we’d have to stop.
Honestly, that was probably why they always cheated on me, because I couldn’t give them what they wanted in the bedroom department.
My pussy clenched on the barest inch of his finger.
I breathed out a shaky breath, proud of myself for keeping my reactions under control.
Then he shifted, pressing nearly his entire lower half against me, and his finger slid another inch deeper.
I shuddered at the feel of his hard cock pressing against me in a deeper way, paired with his finger inside of me.
I was seconds away from coming.
This was beyond ridiculous.
“Oh God,” I whispered almost silently.
I looked down the length of Hux’s back and glared at the underwear I could see covering a quite supple ass.
His tattoos extended from his arms up the length of his neck and down his back, almost in one huge piece.
Flowers, vibrant and beautiful. Paired with a suit of armor covering one shoulder and down one shoulder blade.
Hux shifted again, and I felt like something smooth and hot was now pressed against my clit.
Was his cock out of his underwear?
He hadn’t reached down and moved it, that I knew for sure.
Maybe he was just that big that he couldn’t be contained?
I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to question the will of God.
I shifted my hips up, unable to stop myself.
He groaned, low and rumbly.
His finger at my ass pressed in, and I wondered if he would breach there, too.
His face moved to nuzzle at my neck, and I closed my eyes as I started to drown in sensation.
I felt it happen.
My movements were faster now. Jerkier.
I was lifting my hips as slow as I could manage, but I was still unable to stop the movement.
His cock head against my clit was driving me wild.
I was so close.
So.
Close.
Then he jerked and there was a finger in my pussy all the way, as well as partially in my ass.
I threw my head back and came on a silent scream.