Chapter 34
Gabriella
Bach plays quietly from my phone speaker while I finish updating my files. I always seem to be more productive when listening to classical music. It may or may not have something to do with my inability to stop myself from singing along to every song I know. Which is a lot of fucking songs.
“Hey, Gabbi, a few of us were planning on heading to that new taco place downtown for lunch if you want to join,” Patti says, poking her head in my office.
“No, thank you. I actually brought my lunch. I have too many things to catch up on, so I’m just gonna eat at my desk.” I hear my phone vibrate on the desk and see Vic’s name pop up on the screen. It looks like he sent me an image.
Picking up the phone, I give Patti a big smile, knowing damn well this smile is one hundred percent Vic’s fault. “Thanks for asking, though. Have fun.”
Patti frowns but accepts my rejection. “Okay, well, don’t work too hard.” She sounds defeated, but nods, smiles, and walks away as I open the text from Vic.
Instantly, a flush washes over my body with heat, and a familiar tingle starts to kindle between my thighs.
My whole body is vibrating while I sit in my car across the street from Vic’s work. I lay my forehead against my steering wheel. What the fuck am I doing?
I feel like a dog in heat. What, my husband sends me a picture of my panties that he pulled out of his pocket at work, and I’m instantly feral?
What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t believe that he still had them in his pocket from my appointment yesterday.
Also, I can’t believe that it made me so hot. Ms. Va-J-LO is straight-up panting.
Up until this point, he’s been the one to touch me.
I don’t know what it was about the image of his big, dirty hand, my lacy purple thong, and knowing he’s had them in his pocket all day at work.
I feel that old fire alight in my belly.
I’m also so fucking nervous. Is this stupid?
This is stupid. No. Just do it, Gabriella, don’t back down now.
Fuck. Deep breath. Okay. Pussy up, girl. Here we go.
Another deep breath, and I’m walking, no, stomping toward Vic’s work.
Slow your roll, girl, you’re not a Clydesdale.
I slow a bit and concentrate on breathing as I approach the open bay, hoping that cunt muffin isn’t around today.
Tony spots me and starts walking around the vehicle he’s working on, wiping his hands.
“Hey, Gabbi!” Tony says with a big, bright smile. He’s such a walking contradiction. He looks like he could rip your jugular out with his teeth, but he’s so freaking friendly, with a beautiful smile.
“Hey, Tony.” I look around his big frame, meeting the eyes of one of my new case kids, “Hey, Dom.” I holler. “Tony treating you well?” Tony huffs a laugh.
Dom hollers back, “Hey, Mrs. S., yeah, I love it.”
“Good to hear, buddy.” I can’t help but feel prideful seeing Dom in his element.
Stopping in front of me, Tony asks, “What’s up, G? Everything okay?” He sounds a bit concerned.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat. I really hope that he can’t tell how flushed I am. I mean, talking to one of my case kids did kind of put the kibosh on my fire stomping, but I still feel that tingle all over in anticipation of seeing Vic. “Is Vic around?”
Tony meets my eyes, and he must see something. Oh god, can he smell me? What? Well, I feel like I can smell myself. I mean, since I saw that picture, my vah-jeen has pretty much been a faucet. Jesus, I am an idiot. Note to self, lay off reading the werewolf, fated mates spice.
Whatever Tony sees, he doesn’t mention anything; he just smiles and tells me, “Yeah, he should be in the storage room. You can go on in. I was just going to tell everyone to break for lunch.” His smile shifts into something darker, “You guys will have the place to yourself for about an hour.”
“Oh.” What the hell do I say to that? I guess Tony doesn’t require a response because he just turns and hollers at everyone to get out for lunch.
Tony walks me into the customer service section, shuts and locks the door, points to the storage room, and leaves.
Okay, now my stomach is flipping in somersaults and my body feels like it’s on fire.
I walk up to the storage room and hesitate for a moment, then think about the past couple of weeks, Vic’s kisses, and his hands on me. Goosebumps spread across my skin as I remember the way he possessively held my throat after making me come. Yeah, I’m doing this.
I open the door with confidence, meeting Vic’s surprised eyes when he sees me.
“Hey, G! What are you doing here?” His eyes widen and his forehead crinkles when my response is to close the door behind me and lean my back against it.
I now see why Tony kicked everyone out, since there’s no lock on the door.
I’m breathing so hard, and all I can hear is blood rushing in my ears.
Vic looks me over, a slow grin starting to spread.
I’m really fucking glad that I felt like dressing sexy today in my red bodycon V-neck pencil dress.
I step closer to him, my nude pumps clacking on the tile.
I’m not sure what to say right now, so I just hope to god that he can read me like he used to.
I stop in front of him, leaving about six inches between our bodies.
Leaning in, I can see his pupils dilate as he glances down at my mouth and licks his own bottom lip.
Without another thought, I quickly reach up and grab his jaw with my full hand.
Effectively shocking him, his tongue stopped halfway across his lip.
I slowly lift up on my toes, my pulse quickening and my pussy gushing with anticipation of what I’m about to do.
I mold my mouth over his tongue and bottom lip, rubbing the flat of my tongue slowly across his lip, then sucking it into my mouth and patiently pulling away, dragging my teeth against it.
Vic’s chest rumbles in response, his arms down by his sides, fists clenched. The tension in his body is palpable.
I increase pressure at the end of the kiss, meeting his eyes. I can feel him snap like a rubber band. Vic spins me around and slams me against the metal shelves behind him, cleaning supplies falling to the ground around us.
He holds my hands above my head and gazes at me, moving his blazing blue eyes all over my face, his lips so close to mine.
Vic drags his nose up my throat, and I hear a deep inhale.
Did he just sniff me? Jesus. My stomach flips at the feeling of being prey captured by a beast. “What are you doing, G?” His voice is a low growl, though a smirk pops the corner of his mouth up.
Again, I find that actions are probably louder than words at this point.
With a move that he taught me years ago for self-defense, I slip his grip and spin him, swiftly gaining the upper hand with his back now to the shelves.
Pure want lights up his eyes, his smirk growing into a full, panty-dropping smile.
Matching his grin, I shimmy my pencil skirt up around my waist, revealing my bare kitty and round ass.
A hiss leaves my mouth at the cold air hitting my bare skin.
Vic’s eyes go wide, his grin ghosts, and a groan releases from the back of his throat.
I remind myself to thank Alea for instructing me to go without panties for 24 hours.
Keeping my eyes trained on his, I reach next to Vic and pull a stack of new mechanics’ rags off the shelf and drop them on the floor in front of him.
His inquisitive look morphs into one of heat and sheer lust as he watches me slowly sink to my knees in front of him.
I swear, he stops breathing. I forgot how powerful it feels to elicit this kind of response from him.
Heart pounding harder, I run my hands from his thighs past his belt and up to his pecs, then back down, grasping his belt buckle with my fingers. But, before I go any further, I have one question for him. I freeze with my fingers on the buckle and look up into his blues. “Color, baby?”
Vic lets out the breath he was holding in a huff and swallows hard. “So fucking green.” His voice is gravely and low and does dirty things to my already aching cunt.
A satisfied smile crawls across my face, and a small sigh of relief leaks out of me.
I didn’t realize how bad I wanted to do this until I thought he might say no.
I start to unbuckle his pants and chuckle to myself when I realize he isn’t wearing any boxers.
I guess things haven’t changed that much.
He always did like going commando. Twinsies.
Vic’s hard cock springs free when I pull down his zipper, and it’s so much more mouthwatering than I remember.
I wrap my hand around his thick shaft and hear a hiss from Vic when I lick the precum off the tip of his head.
I work my mouth down his velvety shaft as far as I can go, and Vic’s hand springs to my face, though he isn’t attempting control. Do I want him to?
The thought causes another gush, fully soaking my inner thighs, making my eyes roll back, and a moan erupts around Vic’s cock in my mouth. Vic hums in response. I guess my noises are doing things to him just as his are to me.
I keep moving up and down his shaft, making sure to run the flat of my tongue across the underside and swirl around the tip.
Then I remember our conversation at the soccer game, and I slowly pull away, licking my lips.
Vic stares at me with anticipation. I can feel the flush creep up my neck into my cheeks at what I am about to say.
“I want you to fuck my mouth, Vic.” Again, I think he stops breathing after releasing a groan.
“Shit,” Vic blows out a breath, “Gabbi, are you sure?” He looks down at me, concerned.
“I’m using my words.” I purr. “Fuck my mouth. Please, Vic.” I grab the clip from my hair, letting the loose curls spill down my back.
Dropping his head back to seemingly look at the ceiling, he breathes out, “Christ, G, you’re gonna fucking kill me….” his voice is husky, and his chest is heaving. He then looks down at me and nods slightly while sliding both hands into my hair.
Vic allows me to move my mouth back over his head, and I start moving back down, but he stops me, holding my head tight by my hair. My pulse races, blood rushing in my ears. Can a person come without being touched?
All thoughts drop from my mind as Vic starts to move back and forth.
Moving slowly at first, then ramping up his thrusts, hitting the back of my throat, causing a gagging noise.
To which Vic lets out a loud moan, “Fuck, Gabriella, you feel so fucking good.” He thrusts and holds for a couple of seconds, causing me to breathe through my nose.
I can feel drool dripping from my mouth and tears leaking from my eyes.
At some point in my adulthood, I became self-conscious of my appearance during sex.
I used to be so concerned with always looking put together, I never wanted to be a mess, like those porn stars.
God, I was judgy as fuck. At this point, this all feels so good, I don’t give a flying fuck what I look like.
I’ve never wanted to make him shatter from bliss as much as I do right now.
Vic continues chanting words of praise intermingled with our moans.
The noises he’s making make me want to do more, so as his pumps get shorter, I reach my hand up and firmly grasp his balls, stroking one finger along that patch of skin directly behind them.
Vic jerks his hips forward, “FUCK…Gabbi….I’m gonna come down that tight little throat.
” His words keep me in a perpetual state of drenched pussy.
I increase the pressure of my fingers on that magical piece of skin, and Vic’s movements become rigid, and his hands grip tighter. Vic lets out a powerful roar as a warm, thick liquid hits the back of my throat, and I swallow everything he gives me.
His hands slowly drop from my hair as he lets his head fall back against the shelves, breathing heavily.
“Jesus, Gabbi.” He lets out a breath and connects his eyes back to mine.
“Such a good fucking girl.” My insides are crowing at his praise.
I slowly lick him clean, his body jerking with sensitivity.
He looks down at me, bringing his hand up and gently stroking my cheek. I pull back, sitting on my heels, knowing I’m a mess, covered in drool, and I’m damn sure my mascara has left streaks on my face from my watering eyes.
I stand up as Vic puts himself away and fastens his pants.
Gently, he bends down, grabs both sides of my face, and brings his mouth to mine, enveloping me in a kiss of passion, want, and need. I guess he doesn’t mind tasting himself on my tongue. Why is that so hot? He pulls away from our kiss and takes a survey of my face. I blush, “I’m a mess.”
Vic keeps hold of my face and hums as he leans into my ear. “Yes, you are, baby. You’re my mess. You look fucking incredible. I love that I did this to you.” Gush. I’m going to need to go home and shower before going back to work.