Perhaps not surprisingly, Victoire was having a hard time focusing on her schoolwork. Part of that was because her phone kept going off with texts from friends who had seen Gallagher's post on instagram and wanted to know what the fuck was going on, but if she was being honest, more of it was just that she really wanted to be doing him instead of schoolwork.
The way he was absentmindedly running his fingers up and down her leg as he read wasn't helping the situation. Neither did the way that his fingers kept drifting further and further upward.
When she finally let out a moan, he grinned at her. "What, am I being distracting?"
She reached down to touch him through his jeans, and his hands immediately shot down to his belt. By the time his zipper was down, heat was rushing through her, and she lost herself in his lips and his tongue as he got harder in her hand. One of his hands slipped under her skirt, and she whimpered into him as he started to pull her underwear down. When his fingers brushed lightly against her, she broke away, gasping into his neck. "Fuck. G, I want you naked."
He yanked his shirt over his head and kicked his jeans to the floor as she tossed her skirt, underwear, and shirt aside. He flopped back down next to her before she could unhook her bra, and she reached down again rather than reach back to undo it.
"Oh my god, Vic, please take your fucking bra off first - I want to play with them."
As soon as she'd tossed it aside, he was leaning down, his tongue circling around one of her nipples. She saw him reach down to start to stroke himself when he took it in his mouth, and a new wave of desire swept through her. "I like watching you touch yourself," she gasped.
"Good," he said as he switched sides. "You know, it's a lot more fun to do it when you're moaning under me than when I'm sitting alone in my bedroom." Then her other nipple was in his mouth, and his fingers were on her again. She felt her hips start to move against them, and when he slid further down her body and she felt his tongue on her, she gasped out his name again. He didn't respond in words, but she saw a very self-satisfied smile on his lips when he glanced up at her.
She was starting to get close when he pulled back. "Do you want me to let you come now, or do you want to do what we did last night again?"
A pleasant shiver went up her spine. The first option was very, very tempting, but she'd thoroughly enjoyed the previous night, and she didn't think the teasing and desperation would feel quite the same if she'd already come. "Last night again," she managed to get out.
He reached over to her nightstand. When she'd circled the handcuffs around part of her headboard and clicked them into place, she slid down his body. "So you like it when I tease you?" she asked softly as she leaned down.
"Yes." His exclamation ended in a groan as she started to circle her tongue around his head.
"Tell me what you want to do with me after I let you up," she said, trailing one of her fingers up the inside of his thigh. Talking about what he wanted to do with her had seemed to drive him out of his mind the previous night; she was hoping it would do the same thing now.
"I want to play with you until you come around me," he gasped as ran her tongue up his length. "I want to go down on you, make you come, and then slam you against the door and fuck you with your taste in my mouth. I want to make you scream my fucking name."
It apparently was indeed having the same effect now, which she enjoyed. "Keep going," she said, taking him in her mouth and cupping his balls with one hand.
"I need you," he managed to choke out as she bobbed her head up and down. "I - oh my fucking fuck, Vic, yes, keep doing that - I want to drag you to the edge with my tongue and keep you there." The urgency was quickly starting to build, and pulled one of her hands away to slide it between her legs. "Oh, fuck, Vic, you're so good at this, I love watching you touch yourself when you blow me - when you let me up I'm going to tease you until you're fucking begging me to let you come around me, I fucking love making you come when I'm inside of you -"
She stopped when she felt him starting to get close. "So you like having my taste in your mouth when you come?" she asked softly, crawling back up his body. He was thrusting against the air, desperate for a release; when she reached down to lightly stroke him, he groaned again. "Do you like how wet I get for you? Do you like knowing how much I need you?"
"Vic -"
His eyes kept darting down to her chest. "Do you want to suck on them?" she asked softly.
"Yes!"
She lowered herself down; when he tried to take one of her nipples in his mouth, though, she pulled back to just out of reach.
"Oh my fucking god, Vic, I need them, please -" She pressed her body against him as she started to kiss his neck, and his hips jerked upward again. "Fuck -"
When she finally let him up, he was immediately on top of her, thrusting against her as he fumbled at her wrists.
"Fuck," he gasped as the handcuffs clicked back into place. "Fuck, Vic -"
He edged down her body to bite down on her neck, and she arched her back into him. "Oh, I'm sorry - did I make you crazy?"
He cut off any further sarcasm by moving down to her breasts. "Yes, and you know it." She felt her hips start to move faster, and he cursed under his breath and trailed his fingers down her stomach. "Now I can play with them as much as I want," he said softly, circling his tongue around her nipple. His tone shot a bolt of excitement through her before his fingers even found her clit. "Oh, fuck, Vic, you're so fucking wet -"
He was good at setting her body on fire, and that night was no exception. The pressure and desire was quickly building, but just as she was starting to get close, he let the hand between her legs drop down to rest on her inner thigh. "Gallagher -" she gasped, moving her hips to try and reach his fingers again. He pulled his hand away entirely, and she moaned in frustration, pulling at the handcuffs.
He looked up at her. "Are you okay?" She nodded, and a small smile spread across his face. "I'm not going to let you up yet, then," he said softly. "You teased me. Now I want to tease you."
"Please, G -"
"Fuck, I love it when you beg me to fuck you." Then he was leaning over her chest again, dragging her closer and closer to the edge.
"Put on a condom, please -"
When he pulled back, he immediately reached down to start to stroke himself again. "Why, do you want this?"
"Yes!"
There was a very wicked smile on his face. "Tell me."
He hadn't done that the previous night - he'd clearly taken how effective it was on him and run with it, which the small part of her that wasn't completely focused on coming, getting him inside of her, or both appreciated. "I want you," she managed to say. "I want to feel you in me when I come - you feel so good inside me, I love it when you touch me while you fuck me and make me come around you - Gallagher, please -"
When he finally slid into her, she was quivering. "Don't stop," she gasped. If her hands had been free, they would have been on his hips, urging him to go faster. "Don't stop, please, I'm so close -"
His lips met hers, and he didn't stop moving his fingers until he felt her come.
"Oh my god," she panted when the ripples stopped pulsing through her. "I like doing this."
"Really? It feels like such a chore to me."
She started to giggle despite herself. "You're really funny," she said. "I love you." He stopped moving, and she belatedly realized what she'd said. "Oh, fuck."
He was studying her closely. "Does 'fuck' mean you want to take it back?" She shook her head, heart in her throat - true or not, she really hadn't meant to say that yet - and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank fuck. I love you too, Vic."
"Good," she said. "Now kiss me and come in me. Please."
"Excellent manners." His lips brushed against hers as he started to move again. "Just really - oh, fuck, yes, moving your hips like that -"
"Look at me?" When he met her eyes, she whispered, "I love you" again.
After a moment, he stiffened. "Oh my fucking god," he panted after a minute. "That was fucking incredible."
"Was my saying 'I love you' seriously the thing that put you over the edge?" He grinned as he freed her wrists. "G, you're such a fucking sap."
"I'm comfortable with that," he said cheerfully. "I mean, I've got a really amazing and sexy girlfriend who likes it, so I'm doing something right." She yanked the covers up as his arms closed around her. "I'm really, really glad you're in my life," he said softly.
"Me, too." She pressed her lips against his bicep and nuzzled her head against his chest. "I love you."
"I love me too."
"Gallagher!"
He started to laugh, and after a moment, she realized that she was smiling, too.
a/n: i'm feeling giddy about the review event and annual awards going on at fanfic talk right now, so i'm going off-schedule and uploading the final chapter of this early. happy saturday! if you enjoyed this, reviews/faves are super appreciated, and also check out my new vic muggle au 'wildly illogical'!
