’I hate him and both my nipples are on fire and the rings are heavy and every tiny movement of the evening breeze touches them and sends that fire directly into my—’ ’Oh god why does the weight of them—’

He grabbed her by both rings simultaneously.

Not pulling. Just holding the weight of them between two fingers each, letting gravity do what gravity does.

Her knees buckled.

"You ’bastard’—" The word came out in a broken hiss, hands shooting to his forearms, gripping hard. "They are ’brand new’—you can’t just—"

"Open your legs."

The voice was flat.

She opened her legs.

Two fingers found her cunt against the stone wall, the same two that had wrecked her inside on the sofa, and this time there was no warm-up.

He drove them deep on the first push, curling immediately against her front wall with that same brutal precision, while his other hand still held both rings.

’Ohh—the fingers in me and the pull of the rings at the same time—the pain and the—the combination is—’

Her head dropped back against the ivy wall with a soft thud.

His fingers worked in a fast, shallow rhythm, palm grinding against her clit with every push.

The sound of the fountain masked the wet noise of it, barely.

She was already dripping down the stone wall behind her.

Her juice trailed in a thin, clear line down the old moss-covered stone, ran along the grouted gap between tiles, pooled in the small dip at the base of the alcove before trickling out through the seam in the hedge and across the stone walking path beyond.

She didn’t notice. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Her eyes were closed, lower lip bitten hard between her teeth, both hands gripping his arm while her hips moved involuntarily toward his fingers.

Voices.

Two of them. Approaching on the path.

Her eyes snapped open.

’No.’ ’No, no, no, there are people—there are ’people’ twenty feet away—’

He didn’t stop.

PAH!

His palm slapped up against her cunt with a sharp wet crack, fingers buried, and she swallowed the sound that tried to climb out of her throat by biting down on his shoulder.

"Mmmph—’stop’—" She breathed it against his skin. "There are—’people’—"

His fingers curled harder.

The footsteps slowed.

From beyond the hedge, a man’s voice:

"Hold on. Where’s the water coming from?"

A pause.

"It’s not from the fountain, the fountain doesn’t reach over here."

His companion, a woman’s voice: "Maybe a pipe? The groundskeeping was out this morning."

They stepped closer to the hedge line.

Vivienne’s body detonated.

She came without permission, without warning, a full-body clench that locked her thighs around his wrist and flooded his fingers and ran down the stone wall in a quiet, continuous pour.

Her eyes were wide open, fixed on the dark ivy in front of her, while her pussy clenched and released around his hand in spastic, uncontrollable pulses.

’People.’ ’There are people directly on the other side of this hedge and my cunt is gushing all over a stone wall in a public garden and I ’cannot stop it’—’

She pressed both hands flat over her mouth, nostrils flaring, the moan building in her chest locked behind her palms with sheer force of will.

The man on the path crouched.

"Huh. Looks like it’s just running along the ground here. Weird."

"Probably drainage." The woman. "Let’s go, it’s getting cold."

Their footsteps resumed and faded down the path.

Vivienne exhaled.

It came out in a long, shaking, ruined breath.

Her thighs were soaked.

Her squirt still dripped off the edge of the stone alcove and ran across the path, pooling quietly in the lamp-lit gap between cobblestones, visible in the amber light to anyone who looked down.

He pulled his fingers out of her slowly.

He was watching her face.

"I can’t—" She pressed her back flat to the wall, chest heaving, the new rings on her nipples catching the distant amber light and glinting. "Wait—I can’t—people will—"

He turned her by the shoulder.

Stone wall against her palms. Back to him. Robe gone entirely now, on the ground somewhere, bare skin against the old ivy.

She felt him press against her cunt from behind.

"Wait—" The word came out small. "I genuinely cannot—right here—there are still—"

PAH!

He drove in.

"MMMPH~!! NGH~!! FUUUU—!!"

Both hands flat on the stone, face pressed forward, fingers scraping against the rough surface while he bottomed out on the first thrust and stayed there, grinding slow.

’Too deep.’ ’Even deeper than before from this angle, I can feel him pressing up against things inside me that make my knees want to give out completely.’

His hands came around to her chest.

Both rings between his fingers.

He pulled them outward.

"AAANGH~!! HIEEK~!! STOP—!!"

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Oungh~!! Hnn~!! AAHH~!! ’PLEASE’—!!"

He pounded her against the ivy wall with no concern for the open garden surrounding them.

His hips snapped back and drove forward in a rhythm that built quickly to something brutal, each thrust slamming her forward into the stone, her bare breasts grinding against the rough ivy and wall surface until both nipples—fresh-ringed, raw, throbbing—dragged against the texture and sent electric jolts straight down to where his cock drove into her from behind.

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"NGH~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!! ’GOD’—!!"

The stone under her palms was cold and wet from the fountain mist.

Her knees shook visibly, legs barely holding her upright, the full weight of her body held up almost entirely by his grip and his cock from behind.

Her heavy breasts swung with each thrust, the new rings catching the motion and adding their own pendulum pull that yanked at two points of fresh, agonized sensitivity.

’Every time they swing the rings pull.’ ’The pull connects directly to something deeper and I hate that my body is treating it as pleasure right now.’

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Oungh~!! Mmnngh~!! AAHHK~!!"

He grabbed a fistful of her dark hair.

He pulled her head back until her throat was a long pale arc in the evening light, face tilted up at the sky.

His lips came close to her ear.

"You’re dripping on a public footpath, Vivienne."

She felt his free hand slide down between her thighs from the front, middle finger finding her clit and pressing down hard.

PAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!!"

"Quiet." His voice didn’t change volume. "Unless you want the dog walker to come back."

She choked the next moan down into a high, strangled whimper that barely cleared her throat.

Her cunt dripped steadily off the stone edge.

The trail on the path outside the hedge had grown wider.

Two more people passed twenty feet away, their voices clear in the evening air, their footsteps ringing off the cobblestones.

They slowed.

"...wet over here. Did the fountain overflow?"

"Don’t think so. Probably just dew."

Vivienne’s orgasm built in a hot, compressed wave from somewhere behind her navel, pushed from both sides by his cock and his finger at the same time, and she couldn’t stop it, couldn’t redirect it, couldn’t perform her usual controlled, precise unraveling.

It came out of her ugly and unplanned and total.

Her thighs clenched around his hand, her walls crushed his cock, and she squirted hard against the stone beneath her in a gush that ran immediately off the ledge and joined the growing trail outside.

She sobbed into the ivy, shoulder shaking.

’They can ’hear’ the fountain.’ ’They are standing there discussing ’drainage’ and I am pressed naked against a wall twelve feet away soaking myself on a man who has spent the better part of two hours rearranging my insides.’

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Mmph~!! Nghh~!! Hnnn~!!"

He didn’t stop.

He turned her.

Back to the wall, face to him, both legs lifted and hooked over his forearms as he pinned her fully to the ivy, cock driving up into her from below, her entire bodyweight suspended off the ground.

Her breasts were at his face level now.

He took the left ring between his teeth and tugged.

"MMMPH~!! AAAHH~!! NO—!!"

PAH! PAAAH!

"HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!! ’CRUXIUS’—!!"

Her ass hit the wall with every upward thrust, the stone cold and rough on bare skin, the ivy scraping red lines across her back in a pattern that would last days.

Her breasts swung up and slapped back down in tight, heavy arcs, the rings catching the light on every swing, the new piercings throbbing in a specific hot pulse that had started bleeding into something she couldn’t name cleanly as just pain anymore.

’The rings.’ ’Every time he takes one in his teeth it sends a line of fire straight down to my clit and the two sensations are ’fusing’ into something I don’t have clean vocabulary for.’

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"NGH~!! AAHHHK~!! OOUUUGH~!! HIIEEK~!!!"

His thumb pressed flat over her clit while he drove up in short, rapid thrusts that barely pulled back before driving deeper.

Her hands scrambled at the ivy on either side of her head, fingers tearing out old dried leaves and dead stems as she gripped and lost grip and gripped again.

"I can’t—" The voice came out barely above air. "Wait—’wait’—I can’t—"

"Can’t what?"

"I can’t—’people’—’please’—"

PAH! PAH!

"Mmph~!! Hnnn~!! NGHH~!!"

He slowed.

Not stopped. Slowed.

Long, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock along every inch of her interior on the way out before pushing back to the hilt, grinding his pubic bone against her clit with his full weight on the forward press.

She felt every ridge of him.

’Like the whole length of it is mapped to the inside of me now.’ ’I know every vein and angle and the obscene thing about it is I could ’describe’ it to you right now in exact detail.’

His lips were still at her ear.

Low. Unhurried.

"Do you like the cock of your daughter’s boyfriend?"