Chapter 29 – “Lust For Life” - Lana Del Rey, The Weeknd
VICE
“LUST FOR LIFE” - LANA DEL REY, THE WEEKND
Fluttering with anticipation, I lie myself out on the forest green blanket covering his bed. Butterfly wings beat wildly in the base of my stomach, because he should be home any minute. I don’t know if I want to squeal, giggle, or scream, but I do know that I’ve never felt like this before.
I’ve known sex could be playful, it could be rough, or raw and intimate. I’ve never known that all of those things could exist with the same person, even all at once.
When August and I fuck, it’s like we’re speaking a new language—something that’s only known by the two of us.
We communicate through rapid breath and tender whispers and gripping flesh, showcasing our most primal desires and darkest dreams. We share our emotions, our pain, and our love through the movement of our bodies, because we haven’t yet reached a point where we can share them with our words.
It’s complex and complicated, chaotic, and tumultuous—and I’ve never savored anything more.
I want to explore every impulse—the aching hunger of acts I’ve never had the bravery to try before—with him. There is no other person I trust so deeply, no other person I crave so desperately.
I’m laid out like an offering in his bed, nerves fluttering in my chest as the switch of the lock on the front door clicks.
I showered, shaved, and moisturized every inch of my body in preparation.
I complied with his demands, bringing down all of my toys from my room upstairs—though it’s not many.
I have a wand, a vibrating dildo, and the plugs I bought specifically for exploring with him.
I wasn’t lying when I said I had certain…ideas for the book I’m writing, and I’ve never done anal before, but I’ve also never been chained to a wall in my stalker’s basement while he tied a vibrator to my thigh and left me alone for hours on the edge, which I’ve written before too.
I don’t need to encounter every sexual experience I write about, obviously, but it made for a good excuse to communicate with August that I wanted to try more anal play without explicitly saying, “Put it in my ass.”
Those butterflies fly up my esophagus and lodge themselves into my throat as the stomp of feet make their way toward his room, and I’m aching with need by the time he appears in the open doorway, leaning against it.
Tousled chestnut curls fall against his forehead, green eyes blaze behind his glasses. His tongue darts between his lips as he runs the ball of his piercing over them, soaking me in.
“Look at you.” His voice is low and gruff, skating over my skin in a rough caress.
“Listening to me like the good girl you are.” He shrugs off his flannel as he closes the distance between us.
He hovers over me, pressing his lips to mine.
“I thought you’d defy me so I’d have no choice but to punish you. ”
“I don’t want to be punished tonight, Augustus. I just want to be yours.”
His eyes flutter, a groan crawling from his throat as he presses his arms on the mattress and crawls over me.
I move backward until we both reach the top of the bed.
Once I’m back against the pillows, he places his arms on either side of my head before lifting one and slowly pulling off his glasses, setting them down on the table beside us.
He follows with his shirt, tossing it behind him before he lowers his body to mine, finding the tattoo on my neck with his lips.
“You’re going to be my perfect whore tonight?” His breath skates along my skin, sending chills down my spine. “My little plaything?”
“Yes,” I hiss as his lips drag over my collarbone and across my chest.
“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good,” he promises against my flesh, running his tongue between the valley of my breasts. The glide of his piercing is wet and rough, earning a gasp from my throat as he circles each of my nipples, flicking my bars with his.
Lifting his head, he pierces me with his lust-laced gaze. “Did you leave that plug in like I asked, Little Vice?”
He slips his hand into his pocket before pulling out the remote as I nod.
His lips tilt into an alluring smirk as he clicks the power button. A soft, low buzz lights to life inside me, causing my entire body to quiver. My breath hitches as the sensation sparks through my core, igniting a throb in my clit and a fire in my belly.
“I’m going to own that tight little ass of yours tonight.
” He laughs roughly before pulling back to sit on his knees.
His hands run down my sides and over my hips before cupping at the back of my thighs and spreading my legs wide.
“But first, I want some face time with that pretty pussy of mine. I know how needy she can be.”
The unrestrained need in his tone sends a rush of anticipation through my core, mingling with the steady vibration and forcing my entire body to hum with desperation.
He falls back onto the pillows beside me, propping himself on an elbow before raising his pierced eyebrow expectedly.
“Mhmm.” I lift onto my knees, putting my entire body on display. “She is a daddy’s girl.”
He grins, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
August slides his arm out, moving between my thighs and resting over the curve of my ass so that I’m straddling his forearm.
He drags me across the mattress, forcing me to lift my knees so that they rest on either side of his face as he pulls his arm away.
Tapping his lips, he murmurs, “Then sit right here on Daddy’s tongue and let me have a taste of that sweet cunt, baby girl.”
I can hardly catch my breath as I fall forward, positioning my core over his mouth. Looking down, I catch the way his eyes flare at the same moment his tongue swipes up my slit, parting me open.
We moan in unison as he mutters, “Grab my headboard, Elena, and sink down on my face. Full fucking weight. No teasing, baby. Smother me.”
“Fuck,” I rasp, lowering myself onto him as my hands find the upper edge of his bed frame. His eyes fall closed in an expression of pure bliss as he grabs my ass with one hand, the other splaying out across the mattress, the remote to the plug lying atop his palm.
He moves his tongue between my legs, running the length of me as he uses his hand on my ass to rock my hips back and forth. Stopping at my clit, he swirls the ball of his piercing against me, each flick sending jolts that rattle my bones and curl my toes.
A moan tears from my throat, and I grind down harder, seeking more pressure.
He delivers deliciously, upping the pace of his tongue before sucking my bud into his mouth.
Suddenly, the buzz inside me increases, and my entire body goes taut.
The vibration reaching places I hadn’t even known were there.
The plug moves in a rapid rhythm that August matches with perfect sync, and the movement of it presses against my inner walls, causing a pressure I’ve never felt before. It’s intense and heavy, creating a fullness that damn near reaches my stomach.
“Fuck,” I murmur. “Don’t stop.”
Leaning back, I inch my hand down August’s torso until I reach the waistband of his jeans. It’s a challenge to flick open the top button without looking at it, but I get it done, pulling down the zipper and slipping beneath his underwear until I make contact with his hard and leaking cock.
He groans as I grip it, pumping hard. His hot breath fans against my pussy, forcing a twin sound from my mouth.
My hips buck against his face, and his teeth nick my clit, tongue soothing the sharp sting.
The tempo of his mouth on me morphs against the fullness and tremor of the toy inside me, creating a pressure more intense than I can comprehend.
My body begins to tighten, and an unfamiliar, heavy urge overcomes me.
“Augustus,” I whimper, lifting my hips away from him, grabbing the headboard with both hands again. “I think I’m—”
“No,” he growls, dropping the remote to grab my ass with both hands and hold me to his face. “Let it go, Little Vice. Let me have it,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue against me again. “Please. I’m goddamn begging. Soak me.”
The plea in his tone as he sucks my clit into his mouth with enough force to rupture stars has me breaking.
My cries pierce the night, light bursting behind my eyelids, colors I’ve never fucking seen before flashing across my vision.
A release unlike anything I’ve ever felt bursts from me as my soul rips from my body, sending me spiraling through entire dimensions.
Like cascading through clouds of euphoria, my head swims, body falling into depths of pleasure beyond words.
I don’t know how long it takes me to float back to reality, but when I reach it, my eyes flutter open, finding myself slumped over August, feeling the heave of his chest beneath me, his green eyes glistening up at me through my parted thighs.
Gazes locked, I can’t look away as his hand glides over the mattress, and a moment later, the vibration of the toy inside me stops, allowing my body to relax.
“I… I think…” I pant. “I think I—”
“You fucking squirted,” he says on a breath. “All over me. Fuck.”
I scramble off him, pulling my legs beneath me at the edge of the bed. As August sits up, leaning back on an elbow, my climax drips off his chin and cascades down his chest.
“I feel like I should apologize, but the sight of you covered in my wetness like that really does something to me, Augustus.”
I run my eyes up his body as he licks his lips, savoring my taste. As my gaze clashes against his, the simmering embers of my desire blaze back to life, because he’s looking at me like he’s nowhere close to done.
August looks at me like he’ll never get enough, and it goes far beyond my body. He craves, cherishes, and savors every aspect of who I am. The mess and the chaos—all the things no one else has ever wanted, all the things others threw away.
“I need you to tell me I’m the only man who’s ever done that to you before, Elena.”