The Liability

Chapter 21

Louisa's POV:
Looking up at Hugo hovering above me, I can't help how desperate I have become to feel what I felt again.
I'm saying things and doing things that are completely unlike me, but I don't stop myself, because I want him to make me feel things again.

He leans back, no longer hovering and just sits thinking. Feeling like an newly awakened succubus, I hold his gaze I slowly dip my hand beneath my panties.

Not sure what to do next, I just let my body take control. I want to make him feel like he can't resist me. I move my hand over my mound and slip one finger between my folds, and to my clit. I am so unashamedly soaking wet.

I close my eyes ever so slightly while I let my fingers roam, holding his stare through my now hooded eyes.

He looks at me like he is angry, and I don't know why, but I'm enjoying myself too much. Pretending now that he isn't there at all I play with my breast, releasing a small moan.

Still, waiting for him to do something or say something, I grow annoyed. I put myself out there. Literally. And he won't budge. I let out a grumble in annoyance, sitting up, putting my oversized shirt back on, before standing up and looking at him, "you're giving me mixed signals" I say frustrated.

And with that I waltz past him sitting on the couch, and turn around before heading to my room to finish myself off.
I will just have to pretend that my fingers are his fingers fucking me I guess.

Once I get to my room I let my unholy thoughts consume me. I'm aggravated that he got me to want him again just to pull away.

Walking up to the tall mirror I look at myself. I know I am acting ridiculous, but it feels someone else has taken the wheel, and I'm along for the ride.

I look around my room desperately before I lock in on one of the many pillows on my bed. With a new thought in mind, I get onto my bed and I straddle one of the pillows, grinding my aching cunt across it. It feels nothing like his fingers, but it was doing the job. I begin to rhythmically hump my pussy into the pillow feeling myself getting worked up. I don't know how much I've moaned, but I'm chasing a high, as I feel that same pressure I felt when Hugo fingered me, I force myself off the pillow, and switch to using my finger.

It's not long before I shout loudly as I feel liquid drip out of me, I studied closely seeing how a white substance escaped past my lips, and I felt I was about to pass out. My eyes fluttering shut, I try to stay awake but I start to sleep very lightly.

I'm not sure how much time passed when I wake up to a strange feeling. This time it's Hugo who pulls a move, and I can hardly form a sentence when i lean on my elbows and look down to see his face buried between my legs.

I whimper at the feeling of his tongue plunging into the depth of my walls. His tongue fucking my hole, my senses are in overload. He moves his tongue to lap up the come, as he looks up at me with smirk.

I am speechless.
As I begin to miss his tongue in me, I whimper even
more, he leans forward and kisses the crook of my neck sloppily, "you're loud when you orgasm sweetheart. I could hear your moans. And fuck it was hot." He whispers eliciting a shudder.

He drags his tongue down my neck, across my collarbone, all the way to my breast where he takes my nipple into his mouth.

I am losing my bearings. Looking at me again with a smirk he pulls away.
Gets up without a word, and leaves.

what the fuck? I think.
Like what the fuck. He can't do that. Can he?

I scramble to catch up to him, and finally winded, I reach his room where he is sat calmly on his bed. He pisses me off.
"Hey" I shout. "What was that! You can't do that" I say frustrated.