Chapter 31
Gabriella
“Vienna, what are you—?” I tried to ask, tearing my mouth away from his for a second.
But it made no difference. He simply buried his face in my neck and sucked at the frantically beating pulse he found there.
His nose travelled up my neck until his mouth was at my ear, where he sucked and nibbled on my lobe, his breath harsh against my face.
Everything was moving so fast. One minute we were on a tour, the next he was setting my body aflame.
“Vienna, stop,” I breathed, not even realising that I had spoken the words out loud. I was so used to telling people to stop instinctively. Ten years of never giving my consent had instilled that habit within me.
But Vienna was different. He groaned and pulled back immediately, stepping back to give me some space as he did so.
His breathing was as heavy as mine, and his hands clenched into fists with the effort it took to hold himself away from me. But as always, he respected my demands.
My head was swimming. On one hand, it was Vienna kissing me. And that was as natural as breathing. But on the other hand, it was Vienna. Kissing me. With complete freedom. After all these years, he was free to kiss me.
There were no Crash and Kitty to be concerned about.
No overbearing father.
No Nico.
We were just free to kiss.
Correction—I was free to kiss.
On my terms. On my say so.
With my goddamn consent.
A burst of elation shot through me, and before I could stop myself, I was flinging myself at Vienna, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs tight around his waist.
He caught me effortlessly, a smothered laugh escaping his lips before we were attacking each other—lips, teeth, tongues. Bites, nips, licks, and tugs. It didn’t matter.
It wasn’t a pretty kiss. It wasn’t something others would watch and think ‘aww’. It was raw and animalistic. We devoured each other simply because we wanted to and because we could.
His hands were braver than my own. Where mine stayed in his hair, pulling tightly to keep him pressed close to me, his explored my body.
From slipping over my ass, squeezing me tightly, to roaming up my top, sliding along the bare skin of my stomach and up my ribs. To tickling along the curves of my breasts and then eventually, finally, squeezing the nipples that had pebbled for him long ago.
I arched my back into his touch, offering my body to him, silently encouraging him to take it further.
He groaned into my mouth, pulling down the cups of my bra until my tits spilled into his hands.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips and then pulled back to look at me, his eyes wild. “Gabby… you are safe. You say the word and I will pull back, hold my hands up, and not touch you again until you say so—if you say so. Okay?”
I nodded, not quite knowing why he was saying this when I hadn’t given even the slightest hint that I was uncomfortable.
But then his hands came to the front of my top, grabbing it by the neckline and tearing it down the middle.
I gasped as the cold air hit my bare skin, and Vienna looked at me with an almost worried frown.
“I’m fine, Luke. I promise.”
He nodded once and then he was back on me, his lips trailing down my neck, across my collarbone, lowering down my chest…
“Luke, please,” I begged, wanting him with a hunger that made me feel feral. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, and I could feel his hard cock pressing through his trousers, rubbing against my pussy. I rocked against him, wanting more friction, wanting to feel him everywhere.
Vienna responded by grabbing my waist and lifting me higher.
My back scraped against the tree trunk, cutting open my skin, but I felt none of it.
All I could focus on was his mouth that clamped around my hard nipple, his tongue that flicked the sensitive peak, and his teeth that grazed along my nipples, teasing me, tormenting me.
I gasped above him, tightening my grip in his hair, and then he was lowering me. I looked at him as my feet touched the floor and his hands were at the button of my jeans. Silently I nodded, and he wasted no time flicking the button open and pushing them over my hips and down my thighs.
I stepped out of them, kicking them out of the way, and reached for Vienna. But he stepped away from me, dropping to his knees.
I shrieked as he grabbed one of my ankles and pulled my leg over his shoulder, opening me up for him.
But never one to let shyness get in the way of a good time, I pushed past my inhibitions and reached between my legs, pulling my underwear to the side and spreading my pussy lips open.
Vienna growled, and I bit my lip as the sound ricocheted through me, sending a blast of pleasure straight to my pussy. My thighs clenched and my clit began to pulse. I dipped my fingers inside myself and then pulled them out, wiping them along Vienna’s lips.
“Look what you do to me, Luke,” I breathed, looking down at him. “This is all for you. I—fuck!”
I didn’t get to say anything else. Vienna pushed my hand away, spread my pussy open and pushed his face into me, eating me like a man starved.
All I could do was hold on as he attacked me raw, licking, biting, slurping, thrusting. Every other second, he seemed to change his technique.
One minute he was biting my clit, the next he was flicking it wildly with the tip of his tongue.
Then he was thrusting his tongue in and out of me, then his fingers were inside me and he was lapping up and down the length of me, his tongue flat and smooth.
The noises that came from my pussy were obscene. I could hear how wet I was, hear Vienna’s tongue sliding against me. I looked down and saw his beard glistening with my own arousal and that alone nearly tipped me over the edge.
And then Vienna’s hands grabbed my ass, his thumbs spreading my pussy open even further. With one leg over his shoulder, my other leg hung uselessly in the air as Vienna pushed himself further between my legs, my body climbing up the tree.
He started off crouched in front of me, and before long, his knees were straight, his back no longer hunched over. He had me pinned directly in front of him and he went to town on my pussy.
“Luke,” I gasped, feeling a wave of pleasure run through me. He responded with an animalistic growl, pushing his face into me even more.
His tongue played with my clit relentlessly.
My legs began to shake as he traced patterns over the sensitive bud.
I could feel it pulsing and beating beneath his tongue, feel it hardening and swelling.
Vienna scraped his teeth along it and then sucked it fiercely, holding it tightly between his lips.
I thrust my hips wildly, the pleasure turning to pain as he somehow sucked even tighter, holding me in a vice grip, and then his tongue flicked the end of it before releasing me.
I gasped, feeling both relief and loss at the change in rhythm, but then he was circling it again, applying pressure in all the right places.
That familiar feeling began to build in my stomach, my pussy clenching and Vienna chuckled softly against me, shifting his weight slightly before he pushed three fingers inside me.
I screamed at the intrusion, only for my eyes to roll into the back of my head a second later as wave after wave of pleasure exploded wherever he touched.
“More,” I breathed, rocking against his face. “Luke, more. Please.”
I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and shamelessly thrust my hips over his face. I could feel my back scraping against the tree trunk as I bounced up and down, in circles, back and forth, it didn’t matter. All I cared about was reaching that wondrous place where I saw stars and nothing else.
Vienna’s fingers continued pumping in and out of me, his tongue lashing my clit and then I was there, the edges of my vision beginning to blacken.
He picked up the pace, his fingers relentless as they fucked me, his tongue circling and flicking, and then…
“Fuck!” I screamed, ripping out Vienna’s hair as I fisted it, my entire body doubling over, my chest pressing against the top of his head. I rocked the best I could against his mouth, my legs shaking wildly, my entire body jerking from the force of my orgasm.
Vienna held me through it, his fingers and tongue still working their magic, wringing every last drop of pleasure from my body.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed, not wanting it to be over, my body still jerking and shaking.
But Luke was beginning to stand, my legs somehow around his waist. I was barely aware of the movement. I was just aware of his hands pulling at something, of material moving, his legs kicking something away, and then his face came into focus, my own arousal dripping down his beard.
Fuck.
“Look at me, Gabby,” he demanded. My head was swimming. I could barely focus on anything.
He grabbed my jaw and held me in place, his fingers digging into my cheeks.
“Look. At. Me,” he all but barked.
I focused.
“Good girl. Now say, ‘Thank you, Luke.’”
“I—”
“Say ‘thank you for making me cum, Luke.’”
I laughed at him and he responded by reaching between our legs, adjusting his position, and then his cock was lined up with the entrance of my pussy.
“Luke—”
Too late.
He slammed inside me with no warning, his cock stretching me open almost painfully. He wasted no time setting a rhythm, his speed almost punishing. And then his hand was between my legs, seeking out my clit, and I screamed as he squeezed the bud of nerves that was already too sensitive.
“Fuck, please,” I begged, trying to shut my legs, trying to wiggle away from him, but he held me firm, his fingers squeezing my clit tightly until it was borderline painful.
His cock continued to thrust in and out of my pussy and all I could do was sob and buck my hips.
“Fuck, Gabriella,” he groaned in my ear, his hips thrusting harder and harder, his fingers tugging at my clit.
“Luke… Luke please. That hurts,” I pleaded, but even my begs didn’t stop me from rocking into his touch, from responding to everything he gave me.
“Good,” he muttered in return, almost twisting my clit. I screamed, tears forming in my eyes. Vienna licked them away from my cheeks, groaning at the taste of them.
I knew what he wanted. And as he squeezed my clit one last time, I sobbed out my thanks.
“Th-thank you, Luke,” I stuttered.
“For what, princess?” he said, thrusting his hips in time to his words.
“Th-thank you for m-making me c-cum,” I whispered, my head lolling back against the tree as his cock speared into my pussy over and over.
“Say, ‘Thank you, sir’,” he grinned evilly, biting at my neck.
I paused, and he growled, twisting my clit once more.
“Gabriella,” he warned.
“Thank you, sir!” I screamed as the pain came to a breaking point. The minute the words left my mouth, he let go of my clit and picked up the movements of his hips.
“There’s my good girl,” he murmured, and my entire body seemed to jerk in response to his praise.
My mouth fell open as his cock brought me to new heights, the pleasure quickly building.
“Cum for me, princess,” he murmured against my neck, and before I could think twice, my orgasm exploded through me. I was barely aware of the world. My vision went black, my voice went hoarse from my screams, and when I came to, I was sobbing and shaking, incoherent words flying from my lips.
And then Vienna lowered me to the floor, his body climbing over mine, and he was grinning wickedly down at me.