Chapter 4 Allegra
ALLEGRA
Hux’s mouth was warm, gentle at first, tasting faintly of smoke and coffee. I leaned into him, my hands gripping the thick fabric of his coat, feeling the heat of him through all those layers.
As the kiss deepened, he shrugged out of his coat, letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud. Disappointment flickered through me—God, I’d loved how he looked in it, that powerful, protective gear making him seem invincible.
I pulled back and looked at him. Now he wore only a T-shirt, clinging to his muscled chest. He peeled that off too, revealing skin marked with a few scars and a dusting of hair that made my mouth go dry.
I almost begged him to put the coat back on, to let me see that firefighter god again, but then his hands were on me, yanking my T-shirt over my head with urgent, fumbling fingers. Cool air kissed my bare breasts, nipples tightening instantly under his burning gaze.
He reached for my jeans, cursing softly when the button stuck, and I laughed breathlessly. “Let me,” I whispered, shimmying out of them and my soaked panties in one quick motion.
Naked now, vulnerable but aching for him, I lay back on the cot, the thin mattress creaking under me. My legs parted slightly without me meaning them to, an invitation I couldn’t hide.
“Take off your clothes,” I said, my voice bolder, huskier than I’d ever heard it.
“Fuck, Allegra,” he rasped, gaze raking over me like fire.
He obeyed fast, stripping off the rest of his gear and clothes. Boots thumped, pants slid down, and there he was—fully bare, cock thick and hard, curving up toward his stomach, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. I couldn’t look away, my pussy clenching at the sight.
I teased a finger over one nipple, pinching it lightly, circling the hard peak slowly while I watched his face. His jaw clenched, breath hitching audibly, that heated expression turning feral.
“Step forward,” I ordered, surprising myself with the command.
He closed the distance. I wrapped my hand around him—hot, throbbing velvet over steel, so hard in my grip. He groaned deep in his chest, hips jerking slightly as I stroked from base to tip, thumb swirling over the slick head.
“Allegra…shit,” he hissed.
Emboldened, I leaned forward, tongue flicking out to taste him—salty, musky, pure him. His groan was louder now, ragged, encouraging me as I took him deeper into my mouth.
I experimented, hand pumping the base in rhythm with my lips sucking, tongue swirling around the underside. Sounds filled the room—my mouth on him, his heavy breathing, the whoosh of my hand over his erection.
His fingers threaded into my hair, tugging gently. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. You feel so good.”
I hummed around him, the vibration making him curse and thrust shallowly. But he pulled back too soon, breath ragged.
“Lay down,” he commanded, voice strained. “I need to taste you.”
Heart pounding, I reclined, spreading my legs wide for him.
He slid over me, weight on his elbows, kissing down my body—hot, open-mouthed kisses on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, then lower to my breasts.
He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing, while his hand pinched the other.
I arched off the cot with a sharp cry, pleasure shooting straight to my clit. “Hux... oh god.”
“You taste so sweet,” he murmured against my skin.
He moved lower, tongue tracing my stomach until his mouth found my pussy—wet, swollen, aching. Then he licked me—slowly at first, broad strokes from entrance to clit, savoring.
“So wet for me,” he growled. “All this for me?”
“Yes,” I gasped, hips bucking. “Only you.”
His tongue circled my clit with perfect pressure, then flicked fast while two fingers pushed inside me, thick and curling to hit a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I moaned loudly, hands fisting the blanket, the wet sounds of his mouth and fingers obscene and perfect.
“Fuck, you sound so hot,” he said, voice muffled against me. “Come on my tongue, Allegra. Let me feel it.”
The pleasure built like a storm—tight, coiling heat in my belly, spreading outward in waves. My thighs trembled, breath coming in pants and whimpers. When he sucked my clit hard, fingers thrusting faster, I plummeted over the edge.
The orgasm crashed over me, intense and blinding, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as I cried out his name—a long, broken “Hux” that echoed in the room.
He didn’t stop until I was weak and breathless. Then, he rose above me, lips shiny with me, eyes locked on mine.
“I think there might be some condoms around here somewhere,” he said.
“I’m on birth control,” I whispered desperately, reaching for him. “Please, I need you inside me now.”
“Fuck, thank God,” he breathed, relief and hunger mixing as he positioned himself, thick head nudging my entrance.
He slid in slowly, inch by inch, eyes never leaving mine, muscles taut with restraint. The stretch burned—sharp at first, a deep ache as he filled me completely—but underneath was fullness, rightness.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned through gritted teeth. “So perfect. Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It hurts…but don’t stop,” I panted, wincing. “I want you.”
“Touch yourself,” he murmured gently, staying still inside me. “Rub that pretty clit. It’ll make it better—I promise.”
I did, fingers circling my slick clit as he watched, his cock twitching inside me. His expression darkened, a low “Fuck, that’s hot” rumbling from him.
The pain eased into pleasure, sparks building again. He started to move—slow, deep thrusts that dragged over every sensitive spot.
“Look at me,” he said roughly. “Watch me fuck you.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away—his face intense, sweat beading on his brow, body flexing with each roll of his hips. The slap of skin on skin grew louder, wetter, mixed with our gasps and moans.
“Feels so good,” I moaned. “You’re so deep…harder, please.”
“Yeah? Like this?” He thrust harder, angling to hit that spot, and I cried out sharply.
“Yes. Oh god, yes.”
The pressure coiled again, tighter this time, fueled by the fullness of him, the friction, his dirty words. “You’re gonna come on my cock, aren’t you?” he growled. “Milk me dry.”
It hit me suddenly—waves of heat exploding from my core, pussy clenching hard around him in rhythmic pulses. I screamed his name, nails digging into his back, body arching as ecstasy ripped through me, toes curling, vision whiting out.
“Fuck, Allegra—I’m coming,” he roared, burying deep with one final thrust, cock pulsing hot jets inside me. His groan was primal, body shuddering as he filled me.
We collapsed into a tangle, his arms wrapped around me, my head resting on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat—fast at first, then gradually slowing. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my bare shoulder.
I’d expected to feel different afterward. Changed somehow. And I did, but not in the way I’d imagined. I didn’t feel like I’d lost something. I felt like I’d found it.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice a low rumble beneath my ear.
“More than okay.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Good. Because I meant what I said earlier. I’m serious about you, Allegra. This isn’t a storm thing. This isn’t a one-time thing.”
My chest tightened. Part of me wanted to believe him. The rest of me was already calculating how long until the roads cleared, until life went back to normal, until he realized I wasn’t anything special.
“You don’t have to say that,” I said quietly.
“I know I don’t have to.” He shifted, tilting my chin up so I had to look at him. His eyes were steady, certain. “I’m saying it because it’s true. I’ve never felt like this about anyone. And I know it’s fast. I know we barely know each other. But I know what I want.”
“What do you want?”
“You.” Simple. Direct. No hesitation. “For as long as you’ll have me.”
I didn’t know what to say. My plan had never included this. A man who looked at me like I was the only thing in the room. A man who said things like for as long as you’ll have me and meant every word.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I admitted.
“Neither do I.” He smiled, that soft half-smile that made my heart flip. “We’ll figure it out together.”
I tucked my head back against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. Outside, the snow still fell. But in here, wrapped up in him, everything felt quiet. Safe.
For the first time in my life, I wasn’t thinking about the next step. The plan. The escape route.
I was just…here. With him.
And that terrified me more than I wanted to admit.