The Arrangement

Chapter Ten

I can feel the morning streaks of sun peak through the bottom of my blinds and leaves a slither of warmth against my peaceful skin. Hugo's chest against my back leaves me warm and sticky, but it's the way his hand has dug into the skin of my thigh as it hooks over his bare hip.

The non-sexual brush of his cock against my sex as we slept has left me buzzing with energy and a buzz of excitement skates through my body as I feel Hugo shuffle behind me. The cocoon of his body around mine is a slippery slope, one second, I couldn't care less about sleeping alone and the next thing you know I'm like Cam and Imogen who haven't slept alone since New Year's.

It'd make me sick if they weren't so disgustingly cute, I'd say the same about Sam and Soap, but Soap is too independent to let Sam rope her in every night. Perhaps she'd let herself enjoy it more if they lived together, despite Sam's attempts at persuasion she just didn't give in.

"I like waking up this way" Hugo husky voice groans in my ear, pressing against the slick mess between my thighs as my body trembles against his.

Like he's awoken some sexual demon that isn't ever satisfied, "Can you fuck me now"

"Is that the way we ask baby?" Hugo teases, hand cupping my thigh and pulling it up higher as his cock slides between my folds and his tip nudges against my clit. My face rolls forward, burying the shuddered moan into the fabric of my pillow.

I swear this man touches me and I turn into a trembling mess, if I didn't enjoy his touch so much, I might have the decency to be embarrassed

"Yes" I smirk, pushing back until his cock slides just slightly between my wet lips, a rush of adrenaline spurs on my defiance, the feeling of his strong hand pushing my thigh forward to slide him out of me. Only serves to make him smile wider, he's fun to play with and I haven't even broached the simmering fire that we both possess.

Hugo's arm tightens around my waist, keeping my leg open but not letting me get close enough to slide his cock down my slit again and press myself down onto him. I can feel the burn of his eyes on the side of my face, but I don't turn and look at the trouble I'm in.

"I knew you were trouble" He groans, letting my leg sag over his thigh and running his hand up between the valley of my breasts until his hand is cupping the underside of my jaw.

"And yet you fuck me anyway" I smile when he pulls my face sideways to meet his coffee eyes, searing with the dark kind of playfulness that makes me question my ability to walk. I don't have class until midday but even then, I am already questioning my ability to get there.

The sun shining through my curtains is the bright kind of orange that signifies the early morning sunrise, hours until I have to drag myself out of bed. Hours until I have to pull myself away from his embrace, and the free day he hasn't stopped teasing me about.

There's a kind of shock that chills through me, fuelling the fire of arousal as I stare back into his eyes, there's no rebuttal that can beat the look he shoots me. Any further taunt is froze by Hugo sliding away from me, my leg dropping against the mattress and sliding above me.

My heart thunders in my chest, the unknown knocks excitingly between us, one hand braces above my head, digging into the pillows we were just asleep one. While the other slides to the hilt of my jawline and he keeps my eyes locked on his as ideas and punishments swirl behind entrancing eyes.

"Huh" He murmurs, "You think that's all you are to me, a fuck?" Hugo's words are direct, taking a route I didn't expect but there's a surprising aspect of fun that shines from pushing these particular buttons.

"Aren't we?" I grin, rolling my lips into my mouth to kill off the playful grin that is responsible to bubbling laughter that wells in my chest.

For a moment I wonder if I have pushed him too far, eyes darkening as they roam over me with a hunger that rivals what I feel for him. Like I'm his last meal and he'd die happy getting to feast on me even when I push all of his buttons. There's no response that hits the air around us though, head shaking, and coffee eyes narrowed.