Chapter 17

Ollie’s POV

The kiss starts soft, Hugh’s lips pressing gently to mine. Then they start to move, opening enough for his tongue to dash out and lick at the seam of my own lips, encouraging me to open. When I do, that tongue slips into my mouth.

I hum in delight as I lean back into him anxious for more.

Slowly, he lowers his hands down to my hips, holding me firmly by the hipbones. As his tongue explores my mouth, he starts tracing his hands up along my sides. Then, just beneath my breasts, he brings those hands to my front, the edge of his thumb tracing the underside of my breasts through my nightgown.

I’m unsure what to do with my own hands, so I hold onto his at the wrists.

Inch by slow inch, he lifts us hands up, his palms brushing my hardened nipples through the satin, until he is fully cupping my breasts. As he gently squeezes, I gasp against his mouth.

He smiles. “Have you never been touched like this before, lovely? Are you a virgin like I guessed?”

I was able to lose myself to his kiss, but now that he’s talking again, I jerk back into myself. I step away from him, wrapping my arms around me at the sudden cold as he lets me go.

His voice goes soft. “You must be frightened, poor thing. But I swear to you, I will make this as pleasurable for you as is physically possible. And trust me, I can promise quite a bit of pleasure.”

Despite everything, his words give me some comfort. I turn to face him.

His eyes are as soft as his voice. “Do you trust me?” he asks. “Can you feel through the bond that my intentions are only to bring us both a world-shifting amount of pleasure?”

I can feel it. “Yes.”

“Then allow me,” he says, and closes the distance again.

His hands go to my shoulders, where he pushes the straps of my nightgown away. I lower my arms, and the nightgown falls all the way to the ground, exposing my naked breasts to his greedy gaze.

“Fucking incredible,” he growls. His hands grip me by the waist again, while he leans down and takes my hardened nipple into his mouth.

A jolt of pleasure zips through me at the sudden hot wet sensation. I through my head back and moan. He circles the bud with his tongue before lapping at it roughly, eliciting moans and whimpers from me, before moving to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.

I claw at his shoulders, nearly lost to feeling. I’ve pinched and rubbed at my nipples before, but it’s never felt like this.

As Hugh pops off my nipple, he lifts his head and kisses me again.

In my preparations, I had set up a blanket on the ground. Now, carefully, with my thoughts full of Hugh and his tongue in my mouth, he sweeps me off my feet and gently rests me down. He even ensures that there is a pillow under my head.

Then he stands again.

“Eyes on me,” he says, and winks. “You won’t want to miss this show.”

He tugs his shirt over his head and tosses it aside, revealing miles of bare skin at his torso. Hugh’s not a gym buff, but between his Alpha genes and the amount he does work out, he’s deliciously toned. He flexes a little as I look, and I would have probably laughed if fear wasn’t still gripping me about what’s to happen next.

Hugh kicks off his shoes and socks, then unbuckles his tight leather pants and peels them down his legs. When he stands straight again, he is fully naked, his dick hard and swollen. He grips it and strokes it as he looks at me.

I swallow hard, imagining it inside of me. What would that feel like?

I know I’m about to find out.

Hugh grins as he sees my expression. “You look hungry, lovely. Why don’t I show you what you’ve been missing, huh?”

He leans between my legs. I’m still wearing my panties. He teases the waistband.

“These are in the way,” he says, and in one quick show of strength, rips them clear off of me, leaving me naked and exposed.

I gasp, and start to move to cover myself, but he moves quicker. In a flash, his mouth is on my clit, teasing the swollen nub as thoroughly as he had my nipples. The pleasure crashes into me like waves on a rocky shore.

It’s almost too much. I try to buck but he pins me down. He licks and sucks, a pleasurable onslaught. Just when I feel like I’m about to lose my mind, he plunges one finger inside of me and I topple over the edge.

He doesn’t let up, adding a second finger as his tongue continues its pleasurable torture.

Then, when I’m in a bliss-filled haze, he removes his mouth and fingers, puts on a condom, and then pushes his dick into me. It pinches some, and I cling to his arms. He waits until my brow evens out, before he continues pushing forward, in and in, filling me up until he is all the way into me.

I gasp out the sharp breath I’d been holding. As the pain clears, I feel only him inside of me, reaching places I’ve never dared touch.

His jaw is tight, his teeth clenched. “Gods, you feel so fucking good. It’s like you are squeezing me everywhere at once.”

Then, slowly, he starts to pull out. Immediately, I whimper, worried it’s over. But then, he plunges in again.

There’s no pain this time, only an intense blast of feeling – of ecstasy. He must feel it too, his eyes hazy with lust.

“Hold on,” he tells me.

I do, grabbing at his shoulders. He lifts my hips with his hands, and the onslaught begins, his hips pistoning in and out at a pace too fast for me to track.

I can only feel. I can only –

“H-H-Hugh!” I cry out. Again and again, in between moans and sobs. He growls and grunts as he takes me again and again, both of us chasing our pleasure now.

I cum twice more, before he finally stills his ministrations. His dick jumps inside of me.

“A-ah!” he groans.

The sight of his face lax with bliss, his mouth dropping open, coupled with the feel of him inside of me, is enough to take me over the edge one last time. This time, it is too much, and I black out.

When I come too, I’m sore but happy. Hugh is resting beside me on the blanket, looking at me with something like awe. I mirror that expression for a moment, before reality crashes back into me in panic.

I quickly touch my fingers to my mask. It’s still in place.

“You want to be anonymous,” Hugh says. “I wouldn’t ruin that. Not when it’s so hot as hell.”

Relived, in part, I stand and tug on my nightgown again. “I need to go,” I say.

It’s already dark out. Ella might worry. I imagine she’s already waiting for me, even without my call.

Hugh pushes himself up to his elbows. “When will I see you again?”

I try to remain calm as I say. “When I need you.”

Grabbing my things out of the closet, I head to the door.

“Wait a bit before you leave,” I say. “I don’t want to be followed.”

Hugh jumps to his feet, closes the distance, and kisses me again, deep and sloppy.

“You were so obedient earlier. Now you are so cold,” Hugo says. “You like playing games with me.”

I don’t give an answer. Instead, I break away from him and rush out the door.