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I rode it out, the headboard hitting the wall as my hips slammed up and down on my fingers, heightening my pleasure, wringing out every last second of my orgasm.

I laughed, feeling another dart of pleasure, my nipples hardening to the point of pain. I kept fucking myself, feeling as though the orgasm would never end.

My vision blackened, my breath caught, and all I could do was pant and moan until finally, after long minutes, the orgasm ebbed and settled, leaving me a shaking, wet, content mess.

Chapter 28

Vienna

She was going to kill me.

That woman was actually going to kill me.

Watching her walk away was one of the hardest things I had ever done. I wanted to snatch her back up and haul her against me. I wanted to sink my cock in her until she couldn’t remember her own name. I wanted to fuck her so thoroughly and so completely that all she could focus on was me and the pleasure I could give her.

So when I’d entered my room, intent on a cold shower and a dose of reality, I’d almost been floored when I’d heard the unmistakable sounds of her pleasured sobs seeping through the walls.

“Walk away, Vienna,” I muttered to myself, my teeth clenching so hard I was surprised they didn’t crack.

And I had every intention of doing that. I had every intention of walking away and giving her privacy.

But then she moaned my name and almost brought me to my knees.

“Luke, Luke, Luke,” she chanted, and I didn’t think twice.

My trousers were at my ankles and my cock in my hand before she’d even finished.

Was this wrong?

Probably.

I should give her the respect she deserved. But she was moaning my name, dammit.

I fisted my cock in a punishing grip, not even bothering to warm up with gentle strokes. I was far too gone for that. Within seconds I was on the bed, jerking relentlessly, squeezing tightly at the base with one hand and sliding up and down the length of my cock with the other.

I was tormented with thoughts of her on the other side of that wall. Of her fingers teasing her perfect pussy, of the way they would be soaked with her juices, the way her tits would be bouncing with the force of her thrusts.

Years of memories came flooding through me so fast my mind was spinning. Gabriella on her knees, or on her back, against the wall, on my bike. I remembered each and every one of them, wanting her just as badly then as I did now.

“Oh my god,” she moaned loudly, and I was back on my feet instantly.

I pulled up a chair directly in front of the wall, not caring how creepy it was, not caring that I was violating her privacy. I dragged the chair across the floor and put it right where it belonged.

In front of the show she was giving me.

I couldn’t see her, but I could visualise her perfectly, and that was enough.

Slouching slightly in the chair, my legs spread out in front of me, I grabbed my cock again, jerking myself off to the rhythm I could hear from her bedsprings.

“Fuck,” I grunted to myself, my cock throbbing beneath my grip.

Pre-cum leaked from the tip, and all I could imagine was Gabby on her knees in front of me, crawling between my legs, her eyes locked on mine as she licked up the length of me before closing her mouth around—

“Yes, yes!” her hand slapped the wall and my hips thrust in the air, responding to her calls.

Fuck, she was facing me. Her hand was right there.

I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to.