Chapter 17: The Wall Fuck
The raspberries lay forgotten on the countertop, dark jewels glistening amidst the torn greens and crimson beet slices. Frank’s kiss wasn’t gentle exploration anymore; it was a wildfire consuming dry tinder. His mouth claimed hers with a ferocity that stole her breath, his tongue delving deep, tasting her surprise, her burgeoning desire, the faint sweetness of the fruit still on her lips. His hands, moments ago guiding hers with deliberate care, now gripped her hips, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh beneath her trousers, hauling her flush against the unyielding heat of his body. The shared pulse wasn't a drumbeat anymore; it was a detonation rattling her bones.
Kali moaned into his mouth, her hands flying up to clutch at his shoulders, the cool metal of her ring stark against the dark wool of his sweater. The sheer force of him, the ancient power barely leashed, ignited a matching inferno within her. She arched into him, grinding against the hard ridge of his erection straining against his trousers. A low, guttural growl vibrated in Frank’s chest, reverberating through her. He tore his mouth from hers, his amber eyes blazing with primal fire, pupils dilated wide, swallowing the ancient gold.
"Frank..." she gasped, her voice ragged.
His answer was a swift, decisive movement. One arm hooked under her knees, the other cinched around her back, lifting her off her feet as effortlessly as lifting a feather. He carried her not towards the cavernous living room, but deeper into the penthouse’s shadowed embrace, past the monolithic sofa, towards the centerpiece – the towering, ancient tree growing impossibly from a recess in the polished concrete floor. Its gnarled trunk seemed to absorb the low light, leaves whispering secrets in the still air. He set her down gently before it, the rough bark cool against her back through her thin blouse.
He didn't speak. His gaze, intense and unwavering, held hers as he slowly, deliberately, sank to his knees before her. The sight stole Kali’s breath anew. The devastatingly beautiful ancient being, kneeling on the cool floor, his long blonde hair falling like a curtain around his face, his eyes fixed on hers with a hunger that bordered on worship and devastation. His hands settled on her hips, thumbs stroking the jut of her hipbones through the fabric.
"Little flame," he murmured, his voice thick, rough. "Let me taste you."
His hands moved to the button of her trousers. The metallic snick was loud in the hushed space. He peeled the fabric down her legs with agonizing slowness, his knuckles brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, making her gasp. He guided her feet free, discarding the trousers carelessly. His gaze raked over her, lingering on the simple lace of her panties, already dampened by her arousal. The emerald in her ring pulsed faintly, mirroring the frantic beat beneath her ribs.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and drew them down, his breath hot against her exposed skin. Kali trembled, bracing one hand against the rough bark of the tree for support, the other instinctively tangling in his hair as he lowered his head. The first touch of his lips against her inner thigh was electric. A soft, shuddering sigh escaped her. He kissed a slow, deliberate path upwards, his tongue tracing the crease where thigh met hip, his breath warming her core. He nuzzled the soft curls, inhaling deeply, a low groan rumbling from him.
"Fuck, Kali," he breathed against her, the obscenity raw and thrilling. "You smell like heaven. Like my heaven."
Then his mouth was on her. Not tentative, not exploratory, but claiming. His tongue, broad and hot, swept through her slick folds with devastating precision, finding her clit instantly. Kali cried out, her head thudding back against the tree trunk, her fingers tightening convulsively in his hair. He laved her, circling the swollen bud with firm, relentless strokes, then sucking it gently into the heat of his mouth. Pleasure, sharp and blinding, lanced through her.
"Oh god! Frank! Right there!" Her voice was high, desperate. She ground against his face, seeking more friction, more of that exquisite torture. He obliged, his tongue delving deeper, fucking her with it while his lips and teeth worked her clit. He was relentless, attuned to every gasp, every tremor, pushing her higher, faster. The ancient tree seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their shared heartbeat, the city lights far below blurring into streaks of gold.
She was teetering on the edge, muscles coiling tight, when he suddenly pulled back. Kali whimpered in protest, her body screaming for release. Frank looked up at her, his lips glistening, his chin wet with her arousal. His eyes were dark pits of need, his breath coming in harsh pants.
"Not yet," he rasped, his voice gravelly with desire. "Not until you taste me."
He surged upwards, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss that tasted overwhelmingly of her own essence. Kali moaned into it, dizzy with sensation, her hands sliding from his hair to fumble with the buckle of his belt. Her fingers trembled, clumsy with urgency. Frank helped, his own hands swift and sure, unfastening his trousers, pushing them and his briefs down over his hips. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, flushed dark and already leaking at the tip. Kali’s breath hitched. It was magnificent, intimidatingly large, pulsing with the same ancient power that thrummed through him.
He guided her gently back down to her knees before him. The cool concrete bit into her skin. She looked up the length of his body, past the defined planes of his abdomen, the powerful chest, to meet his burning gaze. The possessiveness there was absolute, terrifying, and utterly intoxicating.
"Suck me, Kali," he commanded, his voice low and thick. "Take me deep."
Her small hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, her fingers unable to meet. The skin was velvet over steel, hot and throbbing against her palm. She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the swollen head, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum. A shudder ran through him. Emboldened, she opened her mouth wider, swirling her tongue around the broad crown, savoring the musky, clean scent of him. She took him deeper, inch by straining inch, her jaw stretching wide to accommodate his girth. She felt him tense, heard the sharp intake of breath above her.
"Fuck yes," he groaned, his hand settling on the back of her head, fingers tangling in her short platinum hair. Not forcing, but guiding. "That's it. Take it all, little flame. Swallow me."
She pushed further, her throat opening reluctantly, gagging slightly as the thick head nudged deep. Tears pricked her eyes, but she didn't stop. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, her tongue working furiously along the underside of his shaft. She bobbed her head, taking him as deep as she could manage, pulling back to swirl her tongue around the sensitive ridge before plunging down again. Saliva slicked her chin, mingling with his pre-cum. The sounds were obscene, wet and desperate – her choked gasps, his ragged groans, the slick slide of his cock in her mouth.
"God, your mouth," he gritted out, his hips giving an involuntary thrust, pushing deeper into her throat. "So fucking hot. So tight. Suck me harder. Milk my cock with that perfect little tongue."
She obeyed, sucking with desperate hunger, her hand working the base he couldn't reach. She felt him swell impossibly harder, the veins standing out like cords beneath her lips. His breathing grew ragged, his fingers tightening almost painfully in her hair. He was close. She could feel the tension coiling in him, the tremors running through his thighs.
"Kali... fuck... I'm gonna—" His warning was cut off by a guttural groan.
He pulled her head back sharply, his cock sliding wetly from her lips with a loud, lewd pop. Before she could gasp, his hands were under her arms, hauling her roughly to her feet. He spun her around, slamming her back against the rough bark of the ancient tree. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs. His body pressed against her back, hard and unyielding, pinning her. One hand gripped her hip, the other slid between her legs, fingers finding her soaked, swollen folds.
"So fucking wet," he growled in her ear, his voice raw with need. His fingers plunged deep inside her, curling, finding that spot that made her cry out, stars bursting behind her eyelids. "All for me. All this slick, hot cunt...mine."
He withdrew his fingers, slick with her arousal. She felt the broad, blunt head of his cock nudge against her entrance. He didn't ask. He didn't hesitate. He gripped her hips, angled her slightly, and thrust forward with one powerful, brutal surge.
Kali screamed. The stretch was immense, burning, exquisite. He filled her completely, stretching her walls to their limit, burying himself to the hilt in one deep, claiming stroke. Her legs buckled, but he held her upright, pinned against the tree, his chest pressed against her back.
"Frank! Oh god! So deep!" she gasped, her voice shattered.
He pulled back almost entirely, leaving just the thick head inside, then slammed home again with the same devastating force. And again. And again. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, each withdrawal left her aching and empty, desperate for him to fill her again. The rough bark scraped her back through her blouse, a counterpoint to the overwhelming fullness inside her. His hips pistoned against her ass, the slap of skin on skin echoing sharply in the vast space, punctuated by his harsh grunts and her high, keening cries.
"Yes! Fuck! Take it!" he snarled, his voice thick with possession and barely controlled frenzy. His hand slid around her front, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing hard, fast circles. "Take my cock, Kali. Feel how deep I own you. How deep you take me."
The dual assault was overwhelming. The relentless pounding deep inside, stretching her, claiming her, combined with the frantic stimulation on her clit, shattered her control. Pleasure detonated, a supernova tearing through her core. She screamed his name, her body convulsing violently around his invading thickness, her inner walls clamping down in rhythmic pulses. The emerald on her finger flared with blinding green light, mirroring the blinding white heat of her climax.
Her orgasm triggered his own. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the penthouse, Frank drove into her one final, brutal time, burying himself impossibly deep. She felt him swell, pulse, and then the hot, liquid surge of his release flooding her depths, wave after wave, marking her, claiming her from the inside out. He held her pinned, shuddering against her back, his forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, his breath coming in ragged gasps against her skin.
The silence that followed was profound, broken only by their harsh breathing and the frantic hammering of their shared pulse slowly beginning to subside. Kali slumped against the tree, utterly spent, trembling violently, Frank’s weight heavy and comforting against her back, his softening cock still buried deep within her. The scent of sex, sweat, and ancient bark hung thick in the air. Slowly, carefully, Frank withdrew, a slick, wet sound accompanying his movement. He turned her gently in his arms, gathering her shaking body against his chest. He looked down at her, his ancient eyes softened, the primal fire banked for now, replaced by a profound tenderness. He pressed a kiss to her sweat-dampened forehead.
"Mine," he whispered, the word a vow, a benediction, echoing in the stillness beneath the ancient tree. He lifted her effortlessly, cradling her against him, her head nestled against his shoulder. The city lights glittered far below, indifferent witnesses. He carried her away from the tree, towards the shadowed recesses of the penthouse, towards the promise of rest held within his arms. The emerald on her finger glowed softly, a quiet beacon in the dark.