Catherinelle by Diane Portman-Ray

9

 

When I woke up, my body was stiff, and my joints were sore, probably because I was in the exact same position that I fell asleep in. Hugo’s arm was imprisoning me to his torso, and he was sleeping under me. My face was pressed to his chest, and I could hear the murmur of his heart. He was covering half the bed with his muscular, massive body. I was surprised that someone who was built like a bear didn’t snore like one.

I didn’t move because I didn’t want to disturb him. After the rampage he went on last night, I figured he needed the rest. Or better yet, I could make sure he had a good start to the day. The Machiavellian thoughts made me lick my lips and smile.

I was still naked from the waist down while Hugo had fallen asleep in his black jeans and black t-shirt that he had on yesterday, so maybe it was about time we evened out. I shimmied out of his grip, but he didn’t feel it, so I went ahead and started undoing his jeans. This was the only time when I could have Hugo at my mercy, and I knew it was not going to take long for him to feel my curious touch and wake up.

I unbuttoned him and snuck my hand under the waist of his pants, cupping him through the boxers he had on. Becoming aware of my touch, he gave out a pleasurable moan, and his hand moved to find mine and moved it lower to his balls. Feeling him growing under my palm and encouraged by his reaction, I started fondling him and playing with his testicles, his reaction becoming more intense. A few seconds later, his eyes snapped open, and he looked at me confused.

“What are you doing?” His voice was bland, not sounding anything like he had merely moments before.

“Returning the favor.” To emphasize my words, I gave his balls another stroke and leaned in for a kiss, but he pulled back.

“You don’t need to return any favors, Cat.”

“What if I want to?”

“Catherinelle, stop.” He spoke with a vehemence that made me want to burst into flames. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted more.

With the same hand he had pushed my hand deeper into his pants, now he was trying to push me away, but I wasn’t ready to let my plan go so I just grabbed the waist of his boxer briefs.

“Why, Hugo? Why keep playing this hot and cold game with me? I thought we were on the same page last night.” I looked straight into his eyes, pushing for an answer. “You promised me ten days.”

“And I plan on giving them to you, woman. You want to have fun? I will make you cum until it becomes painful, but I will not…fuck you, Cat. I won’t.”

There was a firestorm reeling behind his irises.

“I want you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Catherinelle.” His words turned softer. “You are so…fragile. Like a priceless China doll. I would physically, hurt you, Cat. I told you, I’m not the man. I can’t treat you with kid gloves. The last time I let my craving get the best of me, you bore bruises on your hips; I can still see them.”

“I’m fine, Hugo. I’m not made out of glass.”

“My dick will stretch you out, and you’ll quiver in pain, and I don’t know how to stop, Cat. Don’t ask me to hurt you.”

The fact that he saw me like a weak little flower in the summer breeze was turning me crazy mad, but I was touched by how worried he was about me, so I decided to let it go…for now.

“But why won’t you let me touch you at all, Hugo? I want to.”

“Baby girl, I want it too. Fuck, the way I want you…”

That was all I needed to hear. This time, I slipped my hand under the waistband of his underwear and touched the tip of his shaft. The skin was heated and soft, smooth like an expensive material. I circled him with my thumb, and the motion made him tense up.

“Fucking shit.” He spat the curse and squeezed his eyes together.

If he liked that, he’d love the complete and total depravity I had in mind. I started working him slowly, making my way from his tip down his length, enjoying the hardness of his organ. I was a little intimidated by the size of that. I was starting to suspect that this was the root of that monster label he had on.

I gave him a long stroke all the way to his balls, and my hand froze. What the hell was that? I felt…lumps. Big, hard, prominent lumps. Ok, I knew I hadn’t seen as much dick as the women he was used to, but I knew that wasn’t…normal. Was he sick?

“Umm…Hugo?”

He was breathing heavily with his eyes still closed and raised a hand to stroke my throat.

“Yes, baby.”

“I…I think there’s something wrong.”

That caught his attention enough to look at me.

“Are you ok? Do you feel sick?”

“No, not with me. Don’t get mad at me, but you have some…inflammation.”

His brows furrowed in my direction.

“I’m hard, baby girl. It’s what you do to me. It happens when men are aroused.”

“I know that!” I said with indignation. “I could feel something like, I don’t know, like growths. Maybe you should take a look.”

I was genuinely worried. A cock should be thick, hard and smooth. A mass could mean there’s something wrong with him. God forbid, it could be cancerous.

Diametrically opposite to my reaction, Hugo started laughing, and it wasn’t one of those low chuckles he sometimes let out under his breath. He was in tears, shaken by wave after wave of laughter. He took my wrist and pulled my hand out of his pants taking it to his lips and kissing it.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you laughing?” I could have hit him.

“I’m sorry, baby girl, when you do things like that to me, you’re so bold and beautiful, my mind forgets how innocent you actually are. The things you felt…I have silver balls.”

Silver what?

“That sounds like a disease.”

He suppressed a smile, but it still showed up on his lips enough for me to spot it. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Here I was trying to seduce him, and I had no idea what he was talking about. Not knowing what to do, I wrapped myself in the blanket and hugged my body. Hugo picked up on that and dragged himself across the bed closer to me.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed. What I meant is that I have silver balls under the skin of my dick.” Say what now? “I should have told you. It slipped my mind. I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna scare you, princess.”

It did scare me, but now I was intrigued.

“How does that even work?” They can’t be glued, right? It felt like skin.

“You push them under the skin through a small incision.”

“That sounds painful.” He just shrugged. “Can I see?”

His eyebrows shot up.

“You want me to strip down so you can inspect my cock? Am I just a piece of meat to you, Miss Nucci?”

His fake outrage pulled a smile out of me.

“Yes. A Nucci always gets what they want. Now get up and lose the pants.”

He shook his head, amused, and followed my command, getting up next to the bed with his back turned to me and pushing down his jeans and underwear and kicking them away. As a bonus, he lost his shirt too, and my mouth started to water immediately.

This man was a fucking masterpiece. There always was a healthy respect rooted down in my family for the fine arts. My grandfather and I, we liked the performances, the beauty of the theater and music, while my mother and Gino shared interest for the visuals. Our house was decorated with paintings and recreations of statues that could make someone believe we moved the Vatican to Brooklyn. Gino’s private study had an oil on canvas reproduction of Johannes Vermeer’s The Art of Painting; he fell in love with it after seeing it in Vienna and ordered one to enjoy every day. I was familiar with the brutal beauty of art. I’d seen The David; I’d seen Apollo Belvedere exposed in the Vatican Museum with his perfectly formed body – 88 inches of aesthetic perfection. Or so I thought until now.

Hugo excelled Leochares’ vision for what the perfect man should be. He was built like a tank, his back creased by hard lines, accentuating muscles I didn’t even know people had. His shoulders were broad; his waist was thick and this ass…oh, God. My first impulse was to get closer and take a bite out of his rock-hard ass cheeks and touch those muscular thighs. Everything about him turned me on.

When he turned around, my jaw dropped. He was way bigger than I thought. That was a damn bazooka between his legs. Entranced by him, I got closer, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulled him until he stepped in the space between my legs. His thick penis was right in front of my face, erect and proud. I took him in my hand, caressed it, and this time, I felt every single one of the ball-shaped bumps – nine in number and spread along his length in a messy pattern – touching them with curious fingers. There was a very small scar next to every single one.

“When did you got them, umm, inserted?” I had to swallow the knot that grew in my throat to be able to ask him that.

“In ’87.”

His answer made me frown.

“You were locked up in ’87.”

“Yeah. I had this cellmate, Manny. Crazy guy, he was in for seven arson charges. He was from Cuba, you know. After he turned eighteen, his parents shipped him off to the military, and his brothers made him put a pearl in his penis. It was said that the women who felt the pearl would go mad with pleasure.” He stopped lo laugh from his throat. “I asked him to put some on me.”

“I have to say, silver does suit you better than pearls. So your cellmate put them there?”

“Yeah.”

“And did he go mad with pleasure after?” I teased him, and he narrowed his eyes at me.

“Smart mouth. He said a woman almost passed out because he fucked her with that pearl on. I wanted that so I got nine. Painful as fuck, but at that time, I thought they were fly.”

“Do you regret it now?”

“Nah.” The devil smile that made the corner of his mouth twitch signaled to me he was about to pay me back for that cellmate lovemaking comment. “They paid off.”

“Jackass.” I didn’t need to know how other women went crazy over his dick.

“That’s why I stopped you, Cat. I don’t want to cause you pain.”

I couldn’t give less fucks about that. Would it hurt for that thing that was thick like a bottle to get into me? Yeah, probably, but right then, I’d have endured anything. I needed him with a fleshly, somatic intensity, to the point that I felt physical pain from his absence. My vagina was pulsating, crying for him, and there was a sourness I knew only Hugo could take away.

“Hugo?”

“Yes, baby girl.”

“I stained the sheets under me. I think I’m going mad with desire.”

His dick pulsated in my hand.

“Fuck, princess, don’t talk like that.”

“Why not? I like when you do it.”

“That’s different. I’m filthy to the core, baby girl. I was born in the gutters, and the gold leaf your family gilded on me will never cover it. But you? You’re a fucking angel, pure and dainty.”

So he kept saying.

“Funny, because this angel wants to sit on your face.”

He growled and grumbled while I pushed him back on the bed, trying to decide what to do with him. I did want to sit on his face, but I wanted to touch him too.

“What is it, princess? I thought you were ready to ride my face like a jockey.”

“Yeah, but I want to touch you too. I’m still fascinated with those silver balls.”

“Easy fix.”

He said simply and grabbed me like I didn’t weight anything and made me sit on his chest, my back turned toward his face. His big hands grabbed my hips and dragged me to his mouth so he could bite my pussy.

“Ouch.” I laughed and looked at him over my shoulder. “Are you turning savage on me, Mustafa?”

“All your fault, baby girl.”

His hand pressed on my back, pushing me towards his dick with unapologetic firmness, and I found myself face to face with the monster again. Maybe he was right to fear hurting me because I didn’t see a way to fit that anywhere in me.

Hugo started eating me out with the same fervor he had the night before, wolfing my desire and making my legs shake while I was hovering above him on all fours. Fighting through the pleasure, I let my head down and found the courage to touch the tip of his cock with my tongue, feeling the musky taste of male enticing my senses. The more I pushed him into my mouth, the more desperate his licking and sucking became. It was like we were dueling, both trying to make the other lose their mind. This time, I wanted Hugo to crumble too, take him with me in that sensual fall into a pool of gratification.

I felt his body throbbing in accord with mine. With every stroke I gave his shaft, his tongue would move even faster. I wrapped my fingers around the rigid, silken length and moved my hand up and down while I kept playing with my tongue around the tip. I felt my body starting to tense, my core ready to explode, and I knew I was on the edge of another orgasm that would make me black out, but I wasn’t ready to jump. Not without him. I pushed his cock all the way to the back of my throat, feeling like choking a couple of times. I felt the silver balls rub on my tongue, while frantically rubbing his base. He did the same, burying his face in my folds and circling the entry to my body with one finger, teasing me. When he finally pushed it inside and moved inside me, he triggered a cataclysm in my body. I had to let him out of my mouth to scream his name. The feeling was incredible, like nothing I had ever felt before. The world disappeared from under me, the bed, the house, everything faded, leaving me to drown in a sea of sensation. There wasn’t an inch on my body that didn’t feel like it was on fire. I didn’t realize I was still gripping his dick in my hand until he roared like an injured bear and exploded like a geyser, his cum coating himself and my hand.

“Fucking shit,” he cursed.

Suddenly, I was ripped from where I was laying with my face on his thing and spun around for a gaudy kiss while my body was still convulsing.

“Hugo,” I whispered his name above his lips.

“Shut up and kiss me, princess. I need to hold on to you a little longer.”

I knew exactly what he was talking about. Our reality had just shifted; the ground moved under us, and the skies opened. I needed to be close to him too.