Chapter 134: Let It All Out**
PAM-PAM-PAM-PAM.
Lucian drove into her harder. The bed frame slammed against the wall — BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM — the sound echoing through the empty hotel room like gunshots. Rose’s moans spiraled higher, mixing with the rhythmic creak of the mattress and the wet, obscene squelch-squelch-squelch of their bodies colliding.
"AHHHHN — yes — YES — right there — AHHH —"
Her nails carved lines down his back. Not gentle scratches — deep, desperate furrows that drew thin trickles of blood. Lucian hissed through his teeth. The sting only made him thrust harder.
PAM. PAM. PAM.
"You like that?" he growled against her ear.
"NNH — yes — don’t stop — AHHHH —"
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. Rose’s eyes widened — her arms pulled taut, her breasts lifted and bouncing with every impact.
"Oh god — Lucian — ahhhnn —"
He released her ear and straightened up, gripping both her hips with bruising force. His fingers dug into her soft flesh as he pulled her onto him with every thrust — SLAM-SLAM-SLAM — using her body like a toy, angling her so he hit deeper with every stroke.
"AH — AHHH — too deep — NNNHH — wait—"
"AHHHHNNN —"
Rose’s head thrashed on the pillow. Her red-streaked hair fanned out in wild tangles. Her mouth fell open and a string of broken sounds poured out — moans, gasps, half-formed words that didn’t mean anything. The pleasure was too much. Too fast. Too intense for someone who’d never felt it before tonight.
Lucian felt her walls tightening around him — fluttering, clenching, trying to pull him deeper. He recognized the signs. She was close.
He pulled out.
"NO—" Rose’s eyes snapped open. "Why did you — Lucian—"
He flipped her over before she could finish the sentence. Thump. Rose’s face hit the pillow. Her ass — round, soft, pale — was now raised in the air, completely exposed. She looked over her shoulder at him with wide, desperate eyes.
"Wha—"
He entered her from behind in one stroke.
"AHHHHHHHHH—!"
The angle was deeper. So much deeper. Rose’s scream muffled into the pillow as Lucian grabbed her hips and started pounding — BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM — each thrust slamming her forward, her breasts swinging beneath her, her fingers clawing at the sheets so hard the fabric tore.
"AHH — AHH — AHH — AHHHNN —" Her moans came in staccato bursts, punched out of her by every impact. The pillow did nothing to muffle them. The entire floor probably heard.
Lucian’s hand came down on her ass — SMACK.
"AH!"
Red handprint bloomed on her pale skin. Rose’s walls clamped around him so hard he groaned.
SMACK. The other cheek.
"AHHHHN — Lucian — ahhh — that — NNH —"
"You like that?"
"I — ahhh — I don’t — AHHH —"
SMACK.
"FUCK — yes — YES — I like it — AHHHHNNN —"
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled. Rose’s back arched beautifully, her neck exposed, her moans spilling out raw and loud and completely unrestrained. The angle shifted — deeper still — and her eyes rolled back.
"AHHHH — I’m — something’s — NNNNGH —"
"Say my name."
"Lucian—"
"Louder."
"LUCIAN—"
He slammed into her so hard the headboard cracked. CRACK.
"AHHHHHHNNN — I’m gonna — I’m — AHHH — AHHH — AHHHHHH —"
Her orgasm crashed through her like a lightning strike. Her entire body seized — legs shaking violently, walls clamping in rhythmic pulses, a scream tearing from her throat that was half moan, half sob. AHHHHHNNNNN— Her arms gave out and she collapsed face-first into the pillow, her ass still raised, her body twitching through the aftershocks.
Lucian didn’t stop.
"Wait — too much — ahhh — I just — NNH — please — AHHH —"
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth at her ear. His hips never stopped moving — pam-pam-pam-pam — slower now but just as deep, grinding against her overstimulated core with every stroke.
"You said stop holding back," he whispered.
"I — ahhh — I didn’t mean — NNNH —"
He bit her earlobe. Rose whimpered. Her walls were so sensitive now that every small movement sent jolt after jolt of pleasure-pain through her body. Her legs trembled uncontrollably.
"Ahhhh — Lucian — ahhhnn — it’s too — NNH — I can’t —"
He straightened up and grabbed her hips again. Flipped her onto her back for the second time — Rose flopped like a ragdoll, her eyes glazed, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and parted. Her thighs fell open automatically — she couldn’t help it, her body was so wired that even the absence of stimulation made her whimper.
Lucian crawled over her. Kissed her. She kissed back — sloppy, desperate, tasting tears and sweat. He positioned himself at her entrance again — still slick, still swollen, still trembling — and pushed in.
"Ohhhhh —" Rose broke the kiss, her head falling back. "Ahhhhnn — again — ahhh —"
He started slow this time. Long, deep strokes that made her feel every inch. Schlik... schlik... schlik... Rose’s hands found his back again, pulling him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist.
"Mmm — Lucian — ahhh — that feels — nnh — different now —"
"The pain is gone."
"Yeah — ahhh — it’s just — ahhhnn — so much —"
He kissed her neck. Sucked gently. Rose moaned and tilted her head to give him more access. He bit down — not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a mark. Rose gasped and her walls clenched.
"You’re mine tonight," he murmured against her throat.
"Ahhhh — yes — ahhhnn — yours —"
He picked up the pace. Pam-pam-pam. The bed rocked. Rose’s moans rose again — breathier this time, more exhausted, but no less desperate.
"*Ah — ah — ah — Lucian — ahhh — I think — nnh — I’m close again —"
"Already?"
"Shut up — ahhhh — AHHH —"
He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and angled higher. Rose’s eyes went wide.
"OH — OH GOD — right there — AHHHHNNN — RIGHT THERE —"
He hit that spot again. And again. And again. PAM-PAM-PAM-PAM. Relentless. Targeted. Rose’s moans became a continuous wail — ahhhhhhhnnnnn — her fingers tearing at the sheets, her other leg wrapping around his waist to pull him impossibly deeper.
"AHHHH — I’m — AHHH — I’m — AHHHHHHHNNNNN —"
Her second orgasm hit harder than the first. Her back arched off the bed. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her walls clamped down on him like a vice — pulse-pulse-pulse — milking him with every spasm. AHHH — AHHH — AHHHHNNN—
Lucian kept thrusting through it. Rose’s body shook. Her moans broke into sobs of overstimulation. "*Ah — ah — please — nnh — too much — ahhh — I can’t — AHHH —"
"One more."
"No — I can’t — AHHHH —"
He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head again. Rose looked up at him with teary, glassy eyes — overwhelmed, overstimulated, completely at his mercy. Her lips trembled.
"Ahhhh — okay — ahhhnn — one more —"
He released her wrists and sat back on his heels, pulling her with him. Rose ended up in his lap — straddling him, his cock buried deep inside her, her legs draped over his thighs. Her hands landed on his shoulders for balance.
"Ride me."
Rose blinked. "What?"
"You heard me."
"I don’t — ahhh — I don’t know how—"
Lucian’s hands found her hips. He lifted her — schlik — until only the tip remained inside, then pulled her back down. PAM.
"AHHH —"
Again. Up. Schlik. Down. PAM.
"AHHHHN —"
"Now you do it."
Rose’s trembling hands gripped his shoulders. She lifted herself — slowly, awkwardly — feeling every inch of him sliding out of her. Schlik. Then lowered herself back down. Pam.
"Ahhh —"
Again. Schlik... pam.
Faster. Schlik-schlik-pam-pam.
"Ahhhh — ahhhh — this — ahhhnn — this feels different — AHHH —"
She found a rhythm — bouncing on his lap, her breasts swaying with every movement, her moans getting louder as the angle ground her clit against him with every downstroke. Pam-pam-pam-pam.
"AHHHH — Lucian — ahhhnn — this is — AHHH — I can feel — NNNNGH — everything —"
Lucian leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth. Rose screamed — her rhythm faltered, her hips stuttered — but she didn’t stop. If anything, she rode him harder. PAM-PAM-PAM-PAM-PAM. The wet sounds were obscene — squelch-squelch-squelch — filling the room along with her moans and the creaking bed and the BAM of the headboard against the wall.
"AHHHH — I’m close — AHHHHNN — Lucian — AHHH — I’m — AHHHHHHHNNNNN —"
Her third orgasm shattered her. Her whole body convulsed in his lap — walls clamping, legs squeezing, arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder and screamed. The sound was muffled against his skin but still loud enough to vibrate through his bones.
"AHHH — ahhh — ahhh..."
She went limp against him. Trembling. Gasping. Done.
Lucian wasn’t.
He flipped her onto her back one final time. Rose whimpered — a weak, exhausted sound — but her legs fell open anyway. Her body was slick with sweat. Her eyes were barely open. Her lips moved but no words came out.
He entered her again. Schlik. Rose made a small, broken sound — ahh — and her fingers weakly gripped his wrists.
"Lucian..."
"I’m close."
"Mmm..."
He thrust — hard, deep, fast. PAM-PAM-PAM-PAM. Chasing his own release now. Rose lay beneath him, taking it, her body too spent to do anything but tremble and whimper. Ahh... ahhh... ahhhnn...
The pressure built. His muscles tensed. His thrusts became erratic — pam-pam-PAM-pam-PAM — losing rhythm, losing control.
"Ahhhh — Lucian — ahhhnn — I feel you — ahhh — you’re — NNH —"
"I’m gonna—"
He buried himself as deep as possible and exploded.
"AHHHHHHNNN —"
Rose felt it — pulse after pulse of heat flooding her insides, filling her, so much of it that it began leaking out around his cock with every throb. Throb. Throb. Throb. She moaned weakly as each one hit, her oversensitive walls clenching involuntarily around him.
Lucian collapsed on top of her.
For a long time, neither of them moved. The only sounds in the room were their breathing — ragged, uneven — and the distant hum of Rome’s nightlife through the window.
Lucian softened inside her. When he finally rolled off, a thick stream of cum followed, pooling on the sheets beneath her thighs. Rose didn’t move. She lay sprawled on her back, arms at her sides, chest rising and falling, staring at the ceiling with empty, satisfied eyes.
"Lucian," she whispered.
"Hmm."
"I can’t feel my legs."
Lucian laughed as he said, "They’ll come back."
"What time is it?"
"Don’t know. Three. Maybe four."
"Was it okay?" she asked quietly.
"It was good."
Rose’s smile widened. She turned onto her side, wincing at the soreness, and curled against him. Her head found his chest. Her arm draped over his stomach. Her leg tangled with his.
"Thank you," she murmured, her eyes already closing.
He didn’t answer. He pulled the ruined blanket over both of them, stared at the ceiling, and listened to her breathing slow into sleep.
Then he closed his eyes.