Chapter 19 #3
He hooked his fingers under the edge of my panties and pushed them aside. The cool night air hit my exposed flesh for just a moment before his fingers were there, sliding through my wetness, finding me slick and ready.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You're drenched."
I buried my face in his shoulder, embarrassed by how obviously my body wanted him. His fingers circled my entrance, teasing, making me clench around nothing.
"Look at me," Viktor commanded.
I lifted my head reluctantly. His eyes were dark with lust, pupils blown wide.
"I want to watch your face when I make you come," he said, then thrust two fingers inside me without warning.
I cried out, the sound echoing across the empty rooftop. My hands flew to his shoulders, gripping desperately as he began to move his fingers in and out, his thumb finding my clit and pressing firm circles against it.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Let me hear you. There's no one here but us and the city lights."
His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. I was panting now, small desperate sounds falling from my lips with each thrust of his hand.
"You're close already," he observed, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I can feel you tightening around my fingers. You're going to come so hard for me, aren't you?"
I nodded frantically, beyond words. The pleasure was building rapidly, coiling tight in my belly.
"But not yet," Viktor said, and abruptly withdrew his fingers.
I made a sound of protest, my hips chasing his hand. He chuckled darkly.
"Patience," he said. "When you come, I want to be inside you."
He guided me backward until my back hit the low wall at the edge of the rooftop. The city sprawled out behind me, thousands of lights twinkling in the darkness. Anyone with binoculars could potentially see us up here, exposed and desperate.
The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it sent a fresh wave of heat through my body.
Viktor noticed my reaction, his eyes gleaming. "Does that excite you? Knowing someone might see?"
"No, I..." But my voice betrayed me, breathless and wanting.
"Liar," he said, but there was no judgment in his tone. Only raw desire.
His hands were on my hips, spinning me around so I faced the city, my palms pressed flat against the wall. He kicked my feet apart, spreading my legs wider.
"Hold on tight," he warned.
I heard the rasp of his zipper, felt him lift my dress and bunch it around my waist. The cool air kissed my exposed skin. His hands gripped my hips, positioning me.
"Viktor, wait—" I started, suddenly nervous. "What if someone sees?"
"Then they'll see me claiming what's mine," he growled, and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.
I gasped, my fingers scrabbling against the concrete. He was so deep like this, filling me completely. He held still for a moment, letting me adjust.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
I nodded, unable to form words. He started to move, slow at first, then building to a steady rhythm. Each thrust drove me forward against the wall, the rough concrete scraping against my palms.
"God, you feel incredible," Viktor groaned. "So fucking tight. You're gripping me like you never want to let go."
His words made me clench around him involuntarily. He cursed under his breath.
"You know what I noticed?" he said, his voice rough. "You get even tighter when you're nervous. Like now, you squeeze around me like a vice."
To prove his point, he pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in hard. I cried out, the sound carrying across the rooftop.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Let the whole city hear you. Let them know who you belong to."
One of his hands left my hip, sliding around to find my clit. He rubbed firm circles as he continued to thrust, the dual sensations overwhelming.
"Viktor, I can't—it's too much—"
"Yes, you can," he insisted. "You're going to come all over my cock while the city watches. Come on, baby. Give it to me."
His fingers pressed harder, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. The pleasure built and built until I couldn't hold back anymore.
I shattered, crying out his name as the orgasm crashed over me in waves. My inner muscles clenched rhythmically around him, pulling him deeper.
"Fuck, yes," Viktor groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed me over the edge. I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with his release.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, my back pressed against his chest as he held me steady. The city lights twinkled below us, indifferent to what had just happened.
Slowly, carefully, Viktor withdrew and turned me around. He kept one arm around my waist, supporting me as my shaky legs threatened to give out.
"You okay?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
I nodded, still catching my breath. "That was..."
"Incredible," he finished for me. "You were incredible."
He kissed me then, slow and deep, pouring all his emotion into it. When we finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against mine.
"Happy birthday, Hazel," he whispered.
I smiled, my heart full despite everything. "Best birthday ever."