Page 102 of Healed

“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.