Chapter 27
Gabriella
“Fuck,” I whispered, my fingers circling my clit as I pumped two fingers in and out of my soaking pussy with my other hand.
Groaning in frustration, I rubbed my clit harder, trying to imagine it was Vienna and not my own hand.
I shouldn’t have walked away. I should have climbed Vienna like a fucking tree and ended this night very differently.
But here I was, back in the bed I’d avoided for this very reason, fucking myself like a woman possessed.
My back arched, and the sounds of my wet pussy filled the room as I pumped my fingers faster, harder, trying desperately to mimic how Vienna would have felt inside me.
I pinched my clit in the same way I remembered he would, and moaned loudly, repeating the action over and over again.
I wasn’t aware of how loud I was being. I wasn’t aware of anything other than my own needs.
All I could picture was Vienna. We’d had sex hundreds of times over the years, and every time it had felt brand new. Every time felt like we were fucking like it was the last time, like we were on a time limit, and it had made it all the more special, all the hotter and more sensual.
I remembered the way his hands and mouth had been everywhere. No part of my body was left untouched. And when he finally entered me.
“Fuck!” I almost screamed, my hand leaving my clit and slapping over my mouth instead to drown out the noise of my moans.
“Luke, Luke, Luke,” I chanted from behind my hand, my hips jerking on the bed, meeting every thrust of my fingers.
I felt the wetness from my pussy trickle out of me, pooling onto the sheets beneath me, and that just made me even more turned on.
Because Vienna would have lapped that up. He’d have licked every last drop, even sticking his tongue inside me to ensure he didn’t miss anything. And then he would have kissed me, letting me taste myself and…
“Oh my god,” I groaned, my legs tensing as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me.
This is what Nico had always strived for. He used every trick in the book to make my own body betray me—sometimes even succeeding—but he had never had this. He had never had me wanton and desperate beneath him. He’d never had me pleading for anything but to leave me alone.
Vienna, on the other hand? He didn’t even need to be in the room, and he was already getting the thing Nico had so craved.
I heard movement in the room next to me, and knowing Vienna was just on the other side of this wall had me frenzied.
I wanted him to hear me. I wanted him to know what I was doing.
Before I could stop myself, I was on my knees and spinning around to face the wall. With one hand braced against it, the other hand was back between my legs, pumping in and out of my pussy.
“Yes, yes,” I whimpered, riding my own fingers, my hand slapping against the wall as my body began to shake and my orgasm built in my stomach.
I wanted him with a hunger I didn’t think I was capable of anymore. I wanted him to kick down my door and to take over the job, finishing me off in the way only he knew how.
And the fact that he was still maintaining that boundary had me both frustrated and incredibly turned on.
I bounced on my fingers, and then my head hit the wall as I added a third, stretching my pussy wide open.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered through clenched teeth, my forehead banging the wall with every word, my back arching completely.
And then I was there, unable to stop as my orgasm exploded through me, soaking my fingers and the sheets as my pussy gushed.
I rode it out, the headboard hitting the wall as my hips slammed up and down on my fingers, heightening my pleasure, wringing out every last second of my orgasm.
I laughed, feeling another dart of pleasure, my nipples hardening to the point of pain. I kept fucking myself, feeling as though the orgasm would never end.
My vision blackened, my breath caught, and all I could do was pant and moan until finally, after long minutes, the orgasm ebbed and settled, leaving me a shaking, wet, content mess.