Luscious Sins (Bend to My Will #7) (7 page)

Vivienne’s belly flooded with heat, and her core clenched. All the while she kept her throat relaxed, drinking Jacob in fully. He stroked, just a little faster, careful not to be rough. Vivienne whimpered, and the hum of her voice seemed to set him off.

Jacob growled as if bitten, and rocked back into her mouth. “That is so…fucking good.” Those were his last words. Vivienne felt his cock throb, then pulse hard. He yelled as his cum shot out. It was one of the sexiest things she’d known.

Groaning and stroking her skin, Jacob came hard and long. Over and over, his cock pulsed, giving her still more. When she felt him slump as if his legs buckled, Vivienne allowed him to withdraw from her throat. She wrapped her fist around his cock, still hot from sex.

Jacob cupped her pussy with his hand, and Vivienne pressed his cock against her cheek. Her breasts were heavy and her nipples ached. Jacob bent over, kissing her wildly and rubbing her sex. Deep in her core, Vivienne exploded. Her clit tightened and her sex clenched hard. She cried out as a powerful orgasm took her.

The waves reverberated through Vivienne’s body, making her shake with the ferocity. She was consumed with the release, taken by its power, while wrapped in all that was Jacob. The scent of male sex drugged her as she pressed his cock to her lips. Then she licked over his velvet skin and slumped against the mattress.

Jacob pulled her back onto the bed so her head was supported, and, straddling her, supported his weight on his forearms. Vivienne was ecstatic. She’d done it, and knew that she’d pleased him. Still recovering from her mind-blowing climax, she looked into his blue eyes.

“Amazing…you were amazing, baby.”

Vivienne swelled with pride. “It was so…good.”

Jacob kissed her, and it was sweet, yet hot. Vivienne felt closer to him, and more intimate, if that was possible. The memory of him hot inside her throat lingered. The interlude with Jacob had been intense, and Vivienne knew she’d want to do it again. There seemed to be no end to what they could do together, no boundaries to their passion.

Chapter 7

Later that night, Jacob held Vivienne while she slept, but he was awake long after she drifted off. He wouldn’t soon forget deep-throating, especially the way Vivienne had done it. She had her own way of touching him and making him feel good. She had her own brand of sexuality and eroticism, turning each scene into something amazing. He couldn’t get enough of Vivienne, and now craved her beyond endurance.

The trip to Italy was only days away, and Jacob welcomed it. He would have Vivienne to himself, which was how he preferred it. He looked forward to returning to his villa in Tuscany, where they’d have the beauty of the countryside along with the use of his playroom. It wasn’t as large as the one at the penthouse, but more than adequate.

Tuscany was home to some of Italy’s most notable wine regions, and Jacob had visited often. With each trip he’d become more enchanted with the sheer beauty of Central Italy, so had purchased the villa in the Chianti wine region. He’d stayed there for weeks at a time, immersed in the wine-tasting experience, and developing relationships for Rinaldi Imports.

The day they arrived in Tuscany, the temperatures had dropped from the summer highs, although the weather was still warm and pleasant. Leaving the airport, Jacob noticed the buzz of traffic in Florence. The locals had returned from their annual August holidays, even though there were still quite a few tourists.

The villa was near the town of Greve, about twenty minutes from the airport. When the driver escorted them into the back seat of the car, Jacob said, “September is a great month to visit here. The weather is not too hot, but not cold either. There can be a bit of rain, but otherwise it’s a good time for outdoor activities.”

“It’s still tourist season, isn’t it?” Vivienne said.

“It’s considered the last part of the peak season, but the seaside resorts are less crowded. It should be fine for us.”

The drive to the villa was lovely, and Vivienne watched the scenery out the window. “It’s so pretty,” she said, more than once.

Stretching between Florence and Siena in the heart of Tuscany, the Chianti wine region portrayed romantic Italy. The terra-cotta-roofed towns and patchwork of vineyards adorned the sun-dappled hillsides. There were a lot of hidden gems amid the winding roads and rolling hills.

“There’s a lot I want to show you while we’re here,” Jacob said.

As the villa came into view, above the rolling vista of green and gold hues, Jacob pointed to the building. Situated on a hillside, the estate had a vegetable garden, a row of olive trees, and many lavender bushes. The caretaker stayed in the cottage on the property, tending to it even when Jacob was away.

They drove up the winding gravel driveway, lined with cypress trees, then got out to look at the panoramic views. “Jacob, this is stunning. I can’t wait to see inside.”

The interior was welcoming and felt like home. The walls were a sunny yellow and the high wood-beamed ceilings gave the space an expansive feel. There were huge arched doorways with brick trim connecting all the main rooms. All the floors were tile, the furniture was polished wood, and there was a massive stone fireplace in the adjoining room.

Vivienne strolled around, looking at everything like a wide-eyed child. In the gourmet kitchen, she spun to face him. “All I can say is…
wow
.”

Jacob smiled and pulled her into his arms for a kiss. “It’s good to have you here with me. And I know you are going to enjoy Tuscany.”

That first day, they didn’t want to go out, so they ate at home. It wasn’t even necessary to cook, as the local market offered freshly cooked meat, vegetables, cheese, and fresh fruit. Jacob took Vivienne down the hill to choose their dinner, just like one of the locals might.

They ate in the garden, looking out over the vineyards and olive groves in the area. The sky was clear and the air crisp. It was so pleasant enjoying a simple meal with Vivienne. She sipped her wine, savoring the food. “The wine really enhances the taste of the food. I hadn’t noticed that so much before.”

Vivienne turned the bottle to read the label. “Gorgeous, cherry-like fruit with dusty, earthy tannins, creating an internal tension that gives the wine energy.” She looked at Jacob. “I give up. What does that mean?”

“Descriptions on labels are to assist you to pick up nuances. This wine is from the Chianti Classico region, and like other Italian reds it’s high in acidity, so it goes beautifully with many foods,” Jacob said. “The wines here tend to be subtle, without the high-volume fruit flavors that can overpower food.”

“What grape is it?”

“It’s the Sangiovese grape, the dominant red grape of Central Italy. But it can taste so different, depending on where it is planted, how it is grown, and the winemaker’s process.”

“You are an expert.”

Jacob smiled. “I better be. It’s my business.” He took a sip of his wine, admiring Vivienne’s beauty in the golden light as the sun dropped behind the hills. “These wines are meant to go with food. In Italy, the notion of drinking wine without food is vaguely horrifying.”

Vivienne laughed, her green eyes sparkling. She held out her glass. “I’ll have more, then, since I’m not finished eating.”

*****

Although Jacob had planned the trip to Tuscany for business reasons, he found that work took a back seat to spending time with Vivienne. He managed to connect with a couple of the boutique wineries on his itinerary, and accomplished a few other items on the agenda. But the visit to the region became more of a vacation.

For one thing, the metallic-blue Ferrari that Jacob ordered had been delivered. It was waiting for him in the garage the day they arrived, and he couldn’t wait to drive it. He took the opportunity to cruise over the winding country roads, crossing the gentle hills. Vivienne seemed as delighted with the sports car as he was.

He enjoyed the light steering wheel, the very fast shifting, and the power. The engine in the back made a throaty snarl when he accelerated, and he couldn’t resist tipping into the throttle to listen to the engine’s song. Accelerating, cornering, and even braking was a kick. Without taking his eyes off the road, Jacob said, “Words don’t adequately describe driving a Ferrari.”

Vivienne grinned at him. “It’s like a rocket or something.”

“It’s the ultimate sports car, and there’s no better place to drive it than on these country roads.” The car seemed happiest when it was pushed hard, as it was meant to be driven fast. The Ferrari was truly a thinly disguised racecar.

They drove past wild forests, medieval pilgrim trails, and ruins of ancient churches, on their way to a winery in an old castle, which was like something out of a fairy tale. On one drive, Jacob detoured to drive along the coastline, over roads lined with cypress trees that were hundreds of years old, then along the shore by the deep blue water.

One day they went to the village of Castellina, a lovely hilltop maze of terra cotta and stone, complete with a long vaulted passageway that tunneled through medieval town walls. It was also home to L’Antica Delizia, a family-run shop serving some of the finest gelato in Tuscany. Jacob had the ricotta and pear flavor, while Vivienne had the dark chocolate ginger selection.

“I haven’t tasted anything quite like this before,” she said, and licked the spoon. Watching the creamy treat melt in her mouth gave Jacob other ideas about what he wanted to do with her, something a lot more private than eating gelato.

The days were idyllic, and the nights were theirs. Jacob looked forward to having Vivienne alone in the villa each evening, and made use of the playroom often. Vivienne was curious about his prior activities in there.

After playing out a scene one night, Vivienne said, dragging her fingertips over a leather spanking bench, “Not that I’m any judge, but this room looks hardly used. Everything is so…new.”

Vivienne’s sensual look tempted him to take her again, the question be damned. Jacob wrapped his arm around her waist and buried his nose in her hair. “Maybe I created the playroom for you.”

She looked up at him. “Don’t tease about something like that.”

Jacob held her closer. “I had planned to use this room. I had it equipped when I stayed here for a while.”

Vivienne’s eyes widened. “But you didn’t use it, did you?”

“I didn’t get around to finding the right woman.” Jacob kissed her. “I suppose I needed to bring her with me from New York.” That seemed to satisfy Vivienne, and he was more than glad for the playroom to be hers.

And so it went: soaking up the Italian culture during the day, and experiencing the delights of the playroom at night. Late in the week, Jacob decided to buy Vivienne a gift, so he took her to the small town of Panzano. It was an unlikely location for stylish fashion, but Jacob knew otherwise.

Whether Vivienne fancied a goat suede jacket, shoes, accessories, or even artwork, it could be had in the hilltop town at a specialty shop called Verso x Verso. After some deliberation, Vivienne chose a pair of caramel-hued leather shoes that were soft as a baby’s skin, and as she put it, “These are the most comfortable shoes I’ve worn. I don’t want to take them off.”

After shopping, they strolled down the cobblestone alleys of the medieval village. Late in the day, they indulged by sitting and watching the sunset, until the sun had completely disappeared. Then they returned to Greve to eat at a small place on the main piazza that served dishes made with seasonal products from nearby farms.

Beneath canary-yellow canopies, they dined on crostini with goat cheese, stuffed rabbit, and fresh taglierini, ribbon pasta smothered in a succulent sauce. They ate a leisurely meal and shared a bottle of Sangiovese. It was good to see Vivienne having such a good time.

Jacob had long since fallen for the charms of Tuscany and the Italian people, but it was so much better sharing it. Even he had to admit that it was romantic. He had no doubt Vivienne saw it that way, although she didn’t comment on that aspect, probably knowing how he’d react.

The trip was memorable in every way, with the days drifting by as though they wouldn’t end. Yet they would have to return home soon. One warm afternoon, after a visit to a couple of wineries near Greve, they took a few minutes to soak up the sunshine.

The Ferrari gleamed in the bright light like a jewel, the thrill of driving it still vivid in Jacob’s mind. They leaned against the exotic car and looked down the hillside, breathing in the fresh air. He put his arm around Vivienne, seduced by the tranquility of the Italian countryside.

Vivienne felt so good in his arms, and smelled so wonderful, the floral scent of her perfume intensified from the warmth of the bright sunshine. She wore a light floral-print dress, and Jacob couldn’t help wondering what she had on underneath it. She glanced over at him, seeming to pick up his thought.

Jacob pulled her close with his arms wrapped around her waist, and breathed in her feminine scent. He covered her mouth with his, delving deep and slashing his tongue next to hers. Being outside in the open escalated his excitement. A vision of Vivienne’s naked ass came to mind, shattering any inhibition, if he’d had any to begin with.

Jacob kissed wildly, ravenous for Vivienne’s taste, and craving the feel of her. With her pressed against him, her stiff nipples grazed his chest through the thin material of her dress, and he realized that she was bare under there.

Jacob’s lips touched Vivienne’s warm skin as he nibbled at her neck, then ran his tongue around the curve of her ear. She panted softly, arching against him, wanting him. Losing control, Jacob turned her around and leaned her over the hood of the car.

He lifted her filmy skirt and yanked down her panties. Vivienne’s bare ass looked so damn sexy under the glow of the sun. “It’s naughty to pull down your panties, outside in broad daylight…isn’t it, baby?”

But Jacob got no answer. Vivienne whimpered and pushed her ass up toward him, with her arms stretched over the car like she was hugging it. Jacob undid his pants, and shoved them down with his briefs, exposing his cock.

The light summer breeze caressed his heat, spiraling his arousal higher, and blinding him to all but that erotic moment. There on the hilltop, his cock hard and dripping for Vivienne, he fucked her over the hood of his precious car.

Jacob slid his cock deep into her wet pussy, causing her to make a mewling sound in the back of her throat. The sensual noise expressed Vivienne’s desire, fanning the flames of the fire that burned inside him. He leaned over her, reaching up to grasp her wrists and press against her.

Stroking into her, Jacob moaned with pleasure. The cool outside air brushed across his naked ass and over his balls. Bent over Vivienne, he pounded into her, the feel of her pussy like a velvet glove coercing him to the precipice.

Plunged deep, Jacob let the insanely good feeling sweep him away. Vivienne clenched over his hot shaft, shuddering with an impending orgasm. The sight of her, so beautiful and bare-assed, draped over the shiny blue car, was erotic beyond belief. His cock throbbed, so he slowed to avoid coming too soon.

But Vivienne wouldn’t acquiesce. She was a vixen, sucking the cum right out of him. Jacob’s balls hugged tight to his body and his belly turned to steel. When Vivienne cried out and repeatedly pulsed over him, Jacob released. His climax gained strength as Vivienne milked him. Still breathing hard, she collapsed over the car with her cheek against the steel.