Chapter 26 #4
He continued for a few minutes, drenching us both in my arousal, and then his cock was at my clit, circling it with fast, frantic movements as he jerked himself off at the same time.
“Luke,” I whispered, and felt his entire body jerk behind me, the use of his real name throwing him off—reminding him of who and what we were.
“Do you think of me, Gabby?” he asked me, but there was something off about his voice this time. His cock pressed harder against my pussy, seeming almost aggressive. “Do you think of me whenever Nico fucks you senseless?”
“Luke—” I started to protest, but he pushed me back down into the pillows, cutting off my words, and squeezed my clit tightly.
“Do you still have to bite your hand to stop from screaming my name?” I felt him jerking his cock against me, his movements more frantic now.
“Answer me, Gabby,” he said, pushing past my lips once more, the top of him right there at my entrance. “Do you think of my cock? Do you miss me fucking you until you can’t think straight?”
“God,” I breathed.
“I’ll make you fucking see God,” he hissed back, and then his fingers were back inside me, fucking me with a speed that made me dizzy. Over and over, he slammed them in and out of me, curling them inside me, hitting that one spot that made me insane.
“Nothing compares to you, Gabby. Nothing. Every woman since you, every mindless fuck I’ve taken just to try to forget you… nothing works. It’s always you on my mind. Always, fucking, you,” he ground out, thrusting his fingers inside me in time to his words.
I heard him drop to his knees behind me, his lips on the back of my thighs, working his way up my legs.
“You drive me insane,” he muttered against my skin. “I’m so close, and yet nowhere near close enough. I can smell your arousal, and I want to fucking drown myself in it.”
He removed his fingers from me and used both of his hands to spread my pussy open. I rocked back in silent invitation, offering him all of me.
“How? How can you ask me if I still think of you, when I think of nothing but you? It drives me fucking insane to think that Nico gets you like this, that he gets to have you in his bed when you belong in mine. It makes me fucking feral thinking that he hears your moans, sees your face when your pussy is stretched with cock, and gets to watch as you cum for him. But it’s me you’re thinking of, isn’t it? ”
“Yes,” I breathed, pushing back once more. “Please, Luke.”
“He thinks he has all of you, but I’m still in there, still consuming your thoughts, still possessing your mind, even when he’s possessing your body.”
I could feel my wetness running down my thighs now, growing more and more with every word he spoke. I don’t know what was wrong with him, what had gotten into him, but I craved his words like a drug.
“You’re fucking mine, Gabby. You’ve always been mine.”
I was just about to answer, to throw all caution to the wind and agree with him, but then he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his face.
The ability to think straight left me as his tongue lapped at my pussy, eating me like a man starved.
His tongue swirled around me, dipping inside me, flicking at my clit.
He was everywhere I needed him to be, all at once.
And the animalistic noises he made whilst he ravaged my pussy with his mouth had me frantic, grinding against his face, needing more of what he was offering.
Just as I was beginning to reach the point of no return, he was back on his feet, the loss of his mouth making me cry out in something resembling pain.
“I can’t fucking think straight around you,” he muttered, bringing his cock back to my pussy.
“I want to fuck you until you’re screaming in pain, just so you know how I’ve felt for all these years.
I want to break you into pieces, watch you shatter around my cock, hearing my name spill from your lips.
I want to destroy you, just to build you back together and do it all over again. ”
He rubbed his cock along the length of me as he spoke, his words sounding as though they were being dragged from him, muttered through clenched teeth.
I could feel his hands shaking with the effort it took to hold back, and yet what he wanted from me, I wanted from him.
I wanted him to break. I wanted him to snap and lose all control.
“Fuck me, Luke. Please. Please just take me,” I begged. “I need you.”
He slipped a hand underneath me, seeking out my clit as he continued to rub his cock against me.
“I can feel how much you fucking need me, princess. You’re coating my fingers and I want to rub it all over my skin. I want to be covered in your scent until I’m fucking drowning in it. God!” he roared. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
He slammed his cock in me then, no warning, no warm up, just one thrust, burying himself deep inside me, his balls slapping against my wet pussy, stretching me to the point of pain.
I screamed, bringing the pillow to my face and clutching it tightly, drowning out my noises.
He didn’t move, didn’t do anything to alleviate the burn of his cock stretching me. His breathing was heavy behind me, his hands shaking as they stroked along the globes of my ass.
“You make me lose my fucking mind,” he whispered. Whispered so quietly I wasn’t sure I heard correctly. But I never got the chance to question him, because he moved then, dragging his cock out of me slowly, torturously slowly, and then slamming back in.
The noises my pussy made were almost perverse, the wet slap ringing out into the room. But he loved it. Every time he slapped against me, he let out a groan that had me clenching every part of my body.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “I can see your pussy lips dragging along the length of my cock. You’re so fucking tight, baby. So fucking perfect. Tell me you’re still mine, Gabby. Tell me you think of me, that Nico means nothing, just fucking tell me.”
“I’m yours, Luke. I’ve always been yours.”
With a victorious roar, he shifted behind me, placing one foot on the bed, grabbing my hips, and let go.
His hips slammed into me over and over, his cock punishing my pussy as he fucked me relentlessly. All I could do was fist the bedsheets and hold on, taking the pain, taking the pleasure, taking all he had to offer.
How was it this ridiculously easy for him? How was he so fucking skilled at working my body?
And then, before my mind could process what was happening, I was there, exploding into a thousand pieces, my orgasm slamming through me with so much force I saw stars behind my eyes.
I fisted the sheets, screaming into the pillow, bucking wildly against his cock, until he was right there with me, his groans growing louder, his movements more out of control, until eventually he pulled his cock out of me, and jerked against my ass with a ragged, animalistic groan, his cum dripping down my pussy and onto the sheets below.
The room had gone almost silent now, except for our breathing. The tension stretched tight enough to hurt.
But just as I went to talk to him, to push myself up and look at him, we heard it…
Footsteps outside the door.
My whole body froze. The sound was faint, but close enough to yank me straight back into reality.
“The hallway,” I hissed on a whisper.
There was someone in the fucking hallway!
Vienna jerked, every trace of heat vanished from his expression, replaced by cold alertness so fast it almost made me dizzy. He stepped back from the bed in one smooth movement. I spun around just in time to see him backing out of the balcony doors.
“I’ll be back,” he promised with a wink, and then he vanished, disappearing into the darkest edge of the balcony without a sound.
My heart slammed against my ribs. I yanked my nightdress down and scrambled upright just as a shadow passed beneath the slit of light under my bedroom door.
I stopped breathing as the footsteps slowed, and then paused.
My pulse was deafening now, my skin still burning, my body still caught somewhere between want and terror so sharply I thought I might actually faint.
For one endless second, the shadow stayed there.
Then a male voice muttered something too low for me to make out, followed by the faint clink of a bottle. The shadow laughed, and then he retreated until there was nothing but silence once more.
I stayed frozen for another few seconds before I dared move.
My whole body was shaking.
I turned back toward the window on instinct, breath still too shallow, and found Vienna stepping slowly out of the shadows once more. His jaw was locked so tightly I could see the muscle ticking in his cheek even from where I stood.
For a second, neither of us said anything. Then, very quietly, he asked, “You alright?”
The sudden gentleness of it nearly undid me. I nodded once, but he didn’t look convinced.
“Gabby,” he said, terrifyingly tender after everything that had happened. I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly cold despite the heat still clinging to my skin.
“Maybe,” I whispered, voice unsteady, “we should stop doing this. We’ve got it out of our system now. Maybe we should stop playing with fire.”
The words didn’t even sound real as they left my mouth, because I didn’t mean them. Not really. And the second they were out there, lingering between us, I hated them.
Vienna stared at me for a long moment before he gave a slow, humourless smile. “Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “We probably should.”
He didn’t move and neither did I.
The lie sat between us, obvious and useless.
Then, after a beat, his eyes dropped to my mouth one last time before lifting again.
“Get some sleep,” he murmured. Then he stepped back into the dark and disappeared. As I stared at the empty balcony, my pulse still racing from how close we had just come to being discovered, I found myself thinking of the first time we’d ever been caught.
Not here.
Not like this.
Not with fear curling in my stomach and shame burning in my skin.
There had been a time when getting caught with Luke hadn’t felt like the beginning of the end. There had been a time when his world had opened for me instead of closing around us.
The first time Luke had chosen me in front of his entire world.