Unexpected Co-star

Part 30

The after-party was already in full swing by the time we arrived. The private venue, nestled in a secluded corner of the city, was filled with soft, ambient lighting and an atmosphere of laughter and celebration. Large banners with our movie's title were draped along the walls, and glasses of champagne were passed around by servers weaving through the crowd. Music pulsed softly through the speakers, creating a lively but intimate mood.

As soon as we stepped inside, a roar of applause and cheers greeted us. The cast and crew, producers, and even a few friends who had flown in for the event raised their glasses toward us, their smiles wide with excitement. Hugh's hand found mine again, this time without a question or hesitation, just natural and easy. We moved through the sea of people together, our fingers interlaced as we accepted congratulations, compliments, and hugs from everyone around us.

"Emerson! Hugh!" A familiar voice called out from across the room. It was Sarah, the costume designer. She hurried over, pulling me into a tight embrace. "You were both incredible! That premiere was everything!"

I smiled warmly, hugging her back. "Thank you, Sarah. It feels so surreal that it's all done."

Hugh nodded in agreement, grinning as more of the crew gathered around us. "It's been a wild ride, but I couldn't be prouder of everyone here."

Glasses clinked, and laughter filled the air as we moved through the crowd. There were moments when Hugh would lean in, making a playful comment about someone's outfit or an inside joke about something that happened on set. Each time, it made me laugh, easing any tension I might have felt in such a bustling environment. The ease between us, the way we naturally gravitated toward each other, felt like we had slipped into a rhythm that was completely ours.

After making our rounds, Hugh and I eventually found ourselves at the bar, where the bartender handed us two glasses of champagne. Hugh raised his glass with a grin. "To us. To the movie. And to an unforgettable night."

"To us," I echoed, our glasses meeting with a soft *clink*.

We sipped our champagne, standing close to one another as we watched the party unfold around us. Hugh turned his attention to the small group of people dancing in the corner of the room. "What do you think?" he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Want to show them how it's done?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "You know I'm not the best dancer."

"You've got it in you," he teased, grabbing my hand and tugging me gently toward the dance floor. "Come on, it's our night!"

Before I could protest, he pulled me into the middle of the small crowd, wrapping his arms around my waist as the music shifted to a slower, more intimate song. I smiled, letting out a breath of laughter as his hands settled on my hips.

With a playful grin, I rested my arms on his shoulders, swaying with him to the rhythm of the music. The rest of the room seemed to disappear as we moved together, lost in our own world. Hugh's eyes locked onto mine, his smile never wavering as he pulled me closer. It wasn't the grand, sweeping gestures that made this moment perfect—it was the quiet certainty in his touch, the way he held me with the ease of someone who didn't need to ask for permission.

We danced in silence for a while, our bodies moving together in perfect sync. I couldn't help but notice the warmth radiating from Hugh's chest, his breath soft and steady against my temple. There was something about being in his arms like this that made everything else fade away—the noise, the crowd, the lights. It was just us, swaying to the music, completely in tune with each other.

As the song came to an end, Hugh leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice low and filled with affection.

I smiled, my heart fluttering at the sincerity in his words. "So are you."

We lingered on the dance floor for a few more moments before the music picked up again, turning the crowd back into a flurry of movement. Hugh took my waist, leading me off the dance floor and back toward a quieter corner of the room, where we could talk without shouting over the music.

"Do you want to get out of here soon?" Hugh asked, his tone casual but his eyes filled with a deeper question. "We could head back to the apartment, have a more... private celebration."

The thought of leaving the noise and the crowd behind was more appealing than I cared to admit. I nodded, giving him a soft smile. "Yeah, that sounds perfect."

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By the time we arrived back at Hugh's apartment, the city had grown quieter. The bustling energy of the party was replaced by the soft hum of the city night. Hugh unlocked the door and held it open for me, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as I stepped inside.

"After you, my lady."

I chuckled, slipping off my heels as soon as I stepped inside. "I don't think I'll ever get used to walking in those things."

Hugh laughed, shutting the door behind him. "I don't know how you do it. You make it look so effortless."

I raised an eyebrow, tossing him a teasing look. "Effortless, huh? You should try wearing them for an entire red carpet premiere."

He grinned, shrugging out of his tuxedo jacket and tossing it onto the couch. "I'll leave that to you, thanks."

As I wandered into the living room, I noticed a bottle of champagne sitting on the coffee table, a few glasses waiting beside it. Hugh came up behind me, resting his hands on my shoulders as he whispered, "I thought we could toast to the night."

I smiled, reaching for one of the glasses. "A toast sounds good."

We poured the champagne, the bubbles rising up in the glasses as Hugh raised his drink. "To us. To a night we won't forget. And to all the nights still to come."

I clinked my glass against his, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the champagne. "To all the nights still to come."

Hugh took off his black blazer, and rolled up the sleeves of the white button dress shirt. he crossed him arms and just stared at me, like he was scanning my appearance with his eyes. He looked dominant and extremely sexy. I slid off the straps on my dress and slowly took off my dress, his gaze not leaving mine. I could see his breath becoming heavier and heavier as I undressed. He lunged at me, unbuttoning his pants in a blink of an eye. Hugh entered inside of me without hesitation. He grabbed both my hands, pinning them above my head with one hand. Hugh ran his tongue across my neck and breasts leaving a trail on wetness on my skin. 

With every thrust, I moaned. I tried wiggling my arms out of his grip but he was too strong. With his free hand he gripped my neck, slightly choking me with passion. I practically was weak already, his dominance made me already want to climax. 

He lets go of my neck and wrists and sits beside me, spreading his legs. I got off the couch and sat on my knees in between his legs. I cupped his balls, and shoved his cock in my mouth. His shaft hit the back of my throat over and over causing me to gag, but I powered through it. Hugh moans, as puts his heavy hand on my head, pulling my hair out of my face. "That's it babygirl," he whimpered as I spit on his wet cock. 

I took his shaft out of my mouth, standing up and sitting on his lap. His dick filled me completely, my cervix's clamping down with every bounce. I leaned forward, whispering in his ear "I can take it." A switch flipped in him, he bounces his leg making me go faster. Hugh's hands gripping my hips guiding me up and down. He proceeded to go faster and harder. I moan louder than before, I try gripping onto his chest for strength. He thrusted on more time and climax inside of me. I felt his juices filling inside of me, I was left breathless. We sat there, skin to skin. He was still inside me, but we were both too exhausted to move. 

Hugh kisses me passionately, shoving his tongue and swirling it in my mouth. Before, picking me up and running shower water. 

He held me in his arms, my feet not even touching the ground as the water cascading down our sweaty bodies. I nearly fell asleep in a grasp.