by Pamela Ann
It was our second day in the quaint, little boutique hotel in a tiny town on the outskirts of London that I hadn’t heard of. Our night had been full of sex and more sex, so it was rather understandable that, the next morning, I wanted to sleep in and wake up whenever my body was ready to be ravished again, but Hugo had other things in mind. It was past noon, and he was adamant I get my lazy bum out of bed.
“Why can’t we stay in bed for another day?” I didn’t want to move. The very idea of jumping in the shower, putting some clothes on, and trying to appear like a human being didn’t sound so appetizing at the moment.
Taking a peek at his scruffy, handsome face, I felt my heart speed up when he gingerly smiled at me. “Besides, I don’t think you’d appreciate it much if I wore that black dress again.”
“That tiny dress is sinful on you, but fret not, ma belle, because while you were fast asleep this morning, I took the liberty of going to the nearest clothing store to get you some clothes.”
His admission got my attention. Does he even know my size? I wondered, amused.
Reaching for the paper bag, he placed it on the bed, showcasing one scrap of clothing after the other. “These aren’t designer brands, but I thought they’d look perfect on you.” He appeared shy when I took one of the sundresses he had bought me.
How adorably cute was this? Hugo Xavier, the very man himself, had gone out of his way to purchase me clothes. That knowledge alone did wonders to me. I wouldn’t have minded if he had gotten me a sack to wear. I was over the moon by his thoughtful gesture.
“I think these are lovely, babe. Thank you,” I murmured, my smile growing bigger. Then I pulled him into my arms and left kisses all over his face. “I love you. I love you. I fucking love you, my Frenchie!”
“Frenchie? Christ, woman, that’s not the nickname to call me at all.” He laughed as I continued to shower him with love and affection.
“I’ll call you whatever I like, and you won’t have a say in it.” I liked the new nickname. It suited him. Everyone knew he was smolderingly hot and beautiful; sometimes a cute name was needed to keep them in check with reality.
Going through all the dresses he had bought me, I frowned when I reached the bottom of the bag and nothing more was in there.
“Uh, where’s the underwear?” I blinked at him, wondering.
A wicked grin played on his lips, his eyes gleaming. “I didn’t deem it necessary.”
“But I’ll be walking around without any!” I exclaimed, shocked at the idea of going commando.
“My point exactly.”
“But—”
My argument was lost when he dove in for a long, lengthy, deep, toe-curling kiss before whispering, “I’m going to take you, fuck you as much as my cock allows it.”
As much as it horrified me not to wear any undergarments, the thought of Hugo consuming me whenever he fancied was far more appetizing to truly consider.
With little objection on my part, I slid on a simple, pretty, white dress and an eager smile to match it before he whisked me away to whatever he had planned today.
Hugo Xavier wasn’t your typical, romantic man. He might say romantic things and would display the occasional grand, romantic gesture, but he normally didn’t do romance and all that jazz. This belief was proven wrong when we arrived at an elaborately arranged picnic he’d had set up next to a riverbank, surrounded with lovely wild flowers and apple trees.
“This is magical,” I whispered in awe as pure joy brimmed my heart.
“I thought, since you and I have such limited time together, I’d make as many good memories with you as possible. It’s what counts most.” He reached out to give the side of my hip a tight squeeze. My heart felt like it was going to explode from all the highs I was getting from him and the inevitable low that would predictably drop the day after tomorrow when this fairytale came to an end.
That aside, I truly appreciated his efforts into this. I knew he probably had people organize all of it; still, it was the thought that counted, and it counted grandly.
“Thank you so much. You don’t know how much this means to me.” Throwing myself at him for a hug, I closed my eyes and deeply inhaled his intoxicating scent, thinking I would come back to this moment whenever I needed an extra cheery boost or when I felt lonely and sad. I would think back to this very memory and know I was cherished by a wonderful, beautiful man.
“I love you, Hugo Xavier.” He might never know the depth of my love for him, but God help me, I wouldn’t stop saying it to his face whenever I had the chance to. After all, one day I might never get the opportunity again.
These were borrowed, stolen moments, and we had to make the best of it.
The picnic was splayed out on a yellow blanket, complete with chilled white wine, dried fruits and meats, sandwiches, caviar, and a hefty amount of lobsters.
After kissing and feeding each other, we both sat back and simply enjoyed the nature and its compelling beauty, getting lost in our own reverie as we basked in the warm sunshine and listened to the river and the birds chirping in the background. It was one of those moments when one truly felt at peace inside. I had never felt more confident and complete. As a result, imagine my surprise when, all of a sudden, a thought went past me, leaving me in a state about the past shenanigans that had occurred.
Cocking my head to the side as I lowered my shades towards him, I took a beat or two before breaking into his serenity. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” he responded noncommittally, sounding a little sleepy.
“I hope you won’t be offended by it, but is sex with three women that arousing for you?” It was an interesting question and one I was dying to know the answer to. Men had fantasies about those sorts of thing, yet he truly was living it on a daily basis. It made me wonder.
He gave me a studious look before he managed to roll me underneath him, unwilling for me to hide myself and my feelings about the conversation we were having. “Yes, most especially if the women involved love it as much as I do.” He probed into my eyes. “Why do you ask?”
“I’ve always wondered is all…” I stated with sincerity.
“Apart from the fact that you were incensed that I didn’t have sex with you when you joined Arianne and I, how did you find the overall experience?” The teasing spark was back in his demeanor as I felt his hand brush the side of my thigh, caressing. “Was that your first time?”
Was that my first time? Seriously, did I seem like I was that sort?
“Of course it was,” I huffed, feeling his cock starting to get hard between my legs.
His hand snaked between my thighs, dragging in slow, acute motions, sending goose bumps all over my body while my heart started pounding as I anticipated what was to come.
“Did you like it?” he murmured, as if it were foreplay.
I paused, remembering that night with pure clarity, as I shifted a little. “Well, I suppose on some level, sure.” I cleared my throat before adding, “Arianne was rather too keen on my sex to let me think of much else.”
“You liked it,” he observed loudly.
There was no point in denying the blatant fact that I had. “Apart from that one incident, yes, it was truly arousing. I can’t refute that.” As was his member nudging incessantly and growing by the second, mind you.
He let out a groan as I heard a zipper being pulled before he grazed his lips across my ear. “I knew you did. That’s why my cock was so hard that night. I couldn’t bear the look of you so utterly delirious, and yet you were trying to hide it.”
Oh, my … I had been in a delirious, frenzied state. From what I could recall, the bloody, wretched woman had a gift of tongue.
“I loved watching you like that, Isobel.” The tip of his dick was situated a millimeter away from my slick opening, leaving me wanting. “Some might find it twisted, but … The jealousy and the carnal side of me were both fighting with each other. It couldn’t be helped. I can’t remember a time when I was so turned o
n by a woman’s moans before.”
It was flattering to hear him say those things—it truly was—but since we were on the subject already, I had things to say in regards to his decisions that night that had left me feeling dejected at the time.
“Was that why you chose her that night instead of me?”
“No, I did that to punish you because I was still reeling from your betrayal. I needed you to know I hadn’t forgotten about it.”
“And yet here you are,” I cheekily stated just as I felt his hard thrust, grinding his cock all the way to the hilt as he cupped my ass and locked me in with his pulsing, impressive size.
“Here I am,” he blissfully groaned out, loving the feel of me.
He truly was. Goddamn it all.
“You’re such a gorgeous man, and yet knowing that you were jealous about all those people, is it wrong that I feel rather special?”
“Because you are. To me, you are extraordinary.”
It was a song to my heart to hear him say it.
“Would you grant me a favor, then?” Since we were all about making grand memories together, why not make them even more fantastic?
“What?” He sounded skeptical as he began to roll his hips, showing me paradise.
Breathless and deliriously happy, I cupped his face, needing to see his reaction. “I want…” I began saying, needing a second to finish my sentence. “I want to do it again with another person involved. I mean, I doubt I’ll ever do it with anyone else, so might as well try everything with you in it.”
He frowned, seeming none too keen with my idea. “I don’t think that’s wise. Besides, I might get too jealous, even if it’s a girl. It’ll be the same.”
Jealous? Him? Now it was my turn to be shocked.
“Even if it’s a girl?” The most surprising thing of all was that he was utterly serious about it.
“Even if. Be it man or a woman, as long as you get pleasure from anyone apart from me, there’s always a guarantee of jealousy. You forget, I’m a French man. We love everything that life has to offer, and we share it greatly, but we seldom do that to the woman we cherish.”
“So, is that a no?” I was flabbergasted.
“I’m afraid so, ma belle. It’s unfortunate that you will simply have to deal with me. Someday … perhaps.”
It might seem odd, but I wanted to do something out of the ordinary, something random and out of character. Maybe it was my way of making sure he would always remember me when he was with other women. There was this part of me he had awakened, and I wanted to match his passions. At the same time, I wanted to truly explore and enjoy this sexual freedom I felt when I was with him. Alas, he wasn’t obliging.
Someday, perhaps. For the time being, he and I had some unfinished business to sort out that needed immediate attention.
Chapter 22
Isobel
These were our last moments together, and I felt like I was a wilting rose. We were driving back to London, and my, wasn’t I full of doom and gloom. It was bizarre to consider that it was only a few days ago when I blossomed into this well-rounded, sexily confident woman. Yet, here I was again, back to my wallowing self. Blimey, but I seriously hated to resort back to my old, rustic self.
“Did you miss any classes today?” he asked while trying to find a song he was keen on.
“I did.” But it was the last thing I cared to think about. I knew I could make those missed hours up by catching up with homework and the lot. This precious time with Hugo, though? I was never going to get it back, nor would I have the opportunity to be young and so frivolous with my time. These were the little tokens of memories I wouldn’t have the chance to do again.
This was it. This was mother fucking it.
Dreading the impending final goodbye, tears started to prickle behind my eyes while I silently cursed myself, not wanting to openly portray that I was dying within. Trying to keep my tears at bay, I hardened my resolve before I bravely glanced at the man who owned my heart.
“Do you mind if I stay with you tonight?” My voice delivered the question as succinctly as I could. “I need one more night.”
He stared at the road ahead, pondering the situation as he weighed my request. I knew he had vowed this was it, but I wasn’t fucking ready. Maybe I would never be. It was such a grim task to prep oneself to forever say goodbye to the man who owned one’s heart and soul. How could one fathom saying goodbye when, deep inside, they wished for a future filled with love, children, and laughter? How could one simply suppress all of those broken dreams and sorrows? How could one live and survive knowing that maybe they would never feel that way towards another person ever again?
All those challenging, riveting questions were doing my head in, but I must keep on living. I must. For Hugo to be at peace with his decision, I must truly try to lead the life I was destined to have, whatever that might be.
“One more night…” he murmured much to himself, sounding as if he was still unsure.
Licking my lips, my hand grasped his manly one, intertwining his fingers with mine, before I repeated his words aloud, “One more night.”
In response, he simply gave my hand a light squeeze before we both got lost in our own thoughts, driving in a comfortable silence until we reached London’s city limits. When he took a different route than towards his go-to hotel, I didn’t realize he meant to go somewhere else until we reached what looked like a posh residential area. I supposed Hugo saw my confused reaction because he broke the silence between us.
“We’re going to my house. It was being remodeled last time I was here, which is why I stayed at The Ritz.”
“Oh. I suppose it would make more sense to have a home here, too, because you often come here for business.” Like his villa in Monaco, though not as massive, it was elegant and beautiful by the looks of it. “You should’ve mentioned that you live five minutes away from the Kensingtons’ home.”
He shrugged before reaching out for a button that automatically opened the gate to his circular driveway. “I didn’t deem it necessary at the time.”
I supposed he was right, but I loved knowing little tidbits like those. It made me feel much closer to him, though in some way, I understood why he hadn’t mentioned it. The less we knew about each other, the better.
“Sherry and Arianne are still here, I take it?”
He made a solemn nod before halting the car to park. Cutting off the engine, he took a moment then turned his head to look at me. I wasn’t sure what the expression on his face meant, so I didn’t take effort in trying to analyze it.
“Would they mind if I’m here, even though I’m not part of the Charlie’s Angels anymore?”
That made him crack a sexy grin, melting my heart a little. “Ha. Hugo’s Angels, ma belle.”
“Whatever.”
He snickered before he got out of the car then went to my side to play the chivalrous sex god.
This ought to be a fun night, I gingerly thought as I tiptoed to give him a sweet, lingering kiss on the lips. I didn’t need to tell him how much I loved him; he could easily tell by the way I looked at him. I was love struck, and I wasn’t ashamed of showing it.
The master. The king—mon roi.
He was sleeping naked, the sheets haphazard around his hips, covering only part of his body while leaving his upper body and legs exposed to our curious scrutiny.
Giving Arianna a quick glance, I knew she felt what I was feeling. We both desired the same man. We both thrived for his approval, for his lust and passion. We all did. But unlike myself, a little stuck to where I stood frozen in place, Arianne was confident in her prowess and capabilities. She simply shrugged her robe off without being self-conscious about her body. I could see her, and she saw only one thing, one target—Hugo and no one else.
Entranced with watching Arianne move her lithe, naked body, my eyes lingered on her smooth back and the sensual, small dip above her pert bottom. She moved with grace and effortless sensuality with each move she made
before joining him in bed. It was bewitching, yet at the same time, jealousy abounded the moment her hand touched Hugo’s hard, chiseled torso.
I wanted him like no other man, although despite dying from envy, there was something about it that somehow turned me on. I couldn’t look away even though the hurt that was weaving through my soul was challenging to withstand.
What snapped me out of my funk was when I heard a deep, grumbling moan from Hugo, who appeared to be still sleeping while his body throbbed to be touched. His half-mast cock began to harden the more she lovingly tended to it. It wasn’t long until it reached its solid, hardened state.
The more noise Hugo made, the harder Arianne worked his cock, fastening her vice-like grip and her mouth as if it was her only life’s purpose.
The moment she stopped her ministrations, I knew I was out for a moment of truth if I didn’t get a move on and take charge the way I had imagined it in my head before this ever transpired.
With a shaky step, I began to walk towards the bed just as Arianne got to her knees, readying to straddle Hugo. The racking jealousy, the endless ache, and the surprising shock of how turned on I was rioted through me.
The second I reached the bed, a large lump got stuck in my throat as I watched with half horror and half arousal when her pussy lowered onto Hugo’s hardened state before she threw her head back and released a satisfying moan. I watched in amazement, entranced at how familiar she was with him.
Unexpectedly, the rabid jealousy rocked me, yet I didn’t have it in me to stop what was about to transpire, because as much as I loathed witnessing another woman pleasuring herself with Hugo’s cock, I wanted this, as well. It was a fantasy, and I knew, once I got what I wished for, I wouldn’t want this again.
