The Liability

Chapter 18

Hugo's POV

She was a sight for sore eyes. I never knew someone could make me want them so much.
Her panties were soaked as I moved my mouth against the damp fabric blocking me from her.

Her slick cunt was making it hard for me to control myself. Her cries and her moans initiated and awakened what felt like a primal urge to fuck her, of which I needed to maintain control over.

Feeling her around my finger, and knowing she never kissed someone before me, I could tell she was a virgin. Hell maybe it's fucked, but the idea that not a single man got to bury their cocks deep inside her yet made me want her more. She was raw in purity, left untouched. Her obvious innocence made me the sailor to her siren calls.

She turned me on so much, I had trouble controlling my dominant side. But as I licked her folds, hearing her moans were enough for me to get off with. Fuck, when she tugged my hair, I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I couldn't.

Waking up, I found her lying on my chest comfortably, with slight drool hanging from her plump pink lips. Her hair strewn everywhere, with the scent of lavender. I wanted to feel her. Watch her plump lips around my cock. But as reality dawns on me, things seem complicated now, and I can't help but question what I did, what I couldn't hold back from. I don't know how or where this goes.

I look down at her still naked body, warm and lying on me. Her breasts pressed against my side brought me back to when I caught her fondling herself. She caught on to the look I gave her like the good little girl she is though. I wanted to suck on her supple breasts and make her feel things she never knew possible.

Lost in daydreaming, my mind wanders... Ricco. I don't even think I should tell him. I was selfish to disregard him, but he doesn't see what I see in her. The desire caged behind her eyes. He couldn't do what I could to her, make her scream like I could.

If she was that interested in him, she wouldn't be here with me at this moment would she. I think to myself...Right?

I sigh as I realize I still need time to figure this shit out. There are things that complicate this that I'm not sure are worth risking.

Looking to the nightstand I see the clock, bringing me back to realizing I need to get ready for work. Without disturbing her, I try to gently and slip out from under her.

Fuck I need a shower.

Dragging my feet, I feel like I'm a zombie, but once I'm in the bathroom I don't hesitate to turn the shower on, and wait for it to heat up, I brush my teeth, and undress. Finally seeing the condensation on the glass panels of the shower, I slip in and relish in the warm water.

My mind runs through last night yet again, it was so different from what I was used to, and yet I found myself enjoying every minute of it despite myself not being the focus. I feel myself grow hard remembering her wet panties, moans, and orgasm.

Hardly a minute passes when I hear the door shut and feel a tap on my shoulder, turning around, I'm met with the subject of my thoughts. I'm quite stunned as I would not have expected such boldness from her. I should know better than to be intimate with her so soon after last night, because the last thing I can have is her getting the wrong impression. However, her big doe eyes looking up at mine as beads of water cascade down her body, tracing the shape of her figure made it nearly impossible.

She stands shyly with a look of sheepishness, "Hopefully you don't mind if I join you" she says.

I smirk at her sudden shyness given last nights events and just give her a nod. Things were a bit awkward now.

Turning to grab the bottle of shampoo, I feel her eyes on me, which admittedly fed into my ego. Before I look back she snaps out of her daze, and reaches her hand out for the shampoo. I happily oblige and hover the bottle over her hand, squeezing it slightly.

Watching her throw her head back and rinsing the shampoo out, was so hot. When she asked for the body wash I was slow to respond because I fantasizing about the wicked ways I would make her scream my name in pleasure. But, instead of handing her the bottle, I pour a decent amount on my hand, and look at her as I get closer to her.

She tenses seeing the dark look in my eyes, but doesn't move. I am now stood directly behind her. Pressing my hard on against her back, "you make my cock so fucking hard sweetheart" I groan. I feel her shudder against my chest at the feeling.

I take my hands and spread the body wash over her body. Massaging her breasts, which leads her to unintentionally fall back into me. I took pleasure in this. Finishing up, she now turns around for the bottle, and pours some on her small hands, looking up at me.

If this was about to go where I think it was, I may not make it out alive.

She looks up at me innocently, and steps forward, I'm much taller so she was struggling to reach my shoulders properly but managed. Feeling her smaller hands massage and move across my body was sensual. I didn't have time to think about anything.

Her gaze never leaving mine, she takes her time tracing the muscles and grooves of my built physique. As she gets lower she grows a bit more awkward. Instantly I take her hands and guide them. She looks at me with surprise and I struggle to calm myself.

Quickly I pull her body against my mine making sure we both get the soap off. She leans her head against me, and I feel a strange warmth in my stomach.

"I like you when you are like this" she says quietly. But I heard.

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Update: Hi everyone, I know I've been very infrequent about this. Out of curiosity, is anyone still reading this? I want to make sure there is an audience so I can figure out some updates. Thanks for sticking with!