Chapter 61 - Rape

The next morning, Giovanni O’Connell woke up before Wren Austin. She was still nude from last night, laying on her stomach with her head sideways on the pillow.
The young man smiled at the sight and leaned over to brush her hair back to give her a temple a small kiss.
The time on his phone read eight and why he was awake this early after the events of last night was beyond his comprehension.
Slowly, he crept out of bed and rummage through his luggage for anything he could wear, then headed to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth before sneaking out of the room.
The room was quiet and he assumed because Wren was still asleep.
He walked over to the large glass window that gave a view of the ocean. A smile crept to his face, picturing Wren’s facial expression waking up to it and he was starting to regret having woken up.
Giovanni O’Connell walked over to the kitchen counter and set a kettle on the stove, before rummaging through the fridge for anything he could find. When he didn’t see anything worth eating, he returned his attention to the stove.
“Damn, I just could just go down on you” Wren Austin’s voice filled the silence in the room, making the young man gasp.
She had on a throw-over that didn’t leave much to the imagination as she is completely naked beneath.
“Damn, what is it with you and Topaz sneaking in on me” the tone in Giovanni’s voice was a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
“You’re an easy target. It makes it more fun” the blonde replied, walking towards the young man and wrapping her hand around his torso and placing a kiss on his lips.
“You’re lucky you’re cute and I love you” he replied as he kissed her back.
This time, none of them pulled away from the kiss and Giovanni lifted her, enabling the young girl to wrap her legs around his torso.
“I love you too” the blonde replied when she pulled back momentarily from the kiss.
“You know, you took me by surprise at the convenience store” Giovanni let go of Wren so she could get on her feet.
“How do you mean?” Giovanni wasn’t sure if the questioning look on her face was genuine or if she was just feigning oblivion.
He was about to clarify when her remark caught him off guard.
“Well, I’m full of surprises” she replied.
“Is that so?” Giovanni O’Connell asked with an eyebrow raised and when Wren nodded in response to his question, he smirked.
“So am I. Now, get on the counter” he commanded in a snippy tone.
Wren Austin let out a breath she had not realized she was holding.
But she did as told with a little bit of help. Everything was pretty much exposed beside her breast which was covered a little by the robe material naturally falling over them.
Giovanni O’Connell pushed her back slightly so she leaned further back on the counter with her hands. It was still very early in the morning but he already had a hungry look in his eyes.
And right now, Wren Austin knew breakfast meant her.
Giovanni O’Connell adjusted her legs onto the counter as well, bending them so her feet laid flat and spreading her legs far enough for access.
“Stay here and don’t move” Giovanni ordered as he suddenly recalled that he had put a kettle on the stove and he didn’t want anything interrupting him while he had breakfast.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want any distractions when I have my morning breakfast,” he said with a smirk.
Wren Austin had zero ideas where Giovanni got the can of whipped cream. She watched as he shook it thoroughly before applying a generous amount to her breast.
She gasped at the ticklish feeling continue and Giovanni moved down to her stomach and applied another generous amount. His eyes looked at hers for a second before watching his creative work, all still in a serious dominant manner.
By now, Wren Austin was shaking but more with excitement and eagerness for Giovanni to touch her.
She was ready to feel his skilled tongue against her skin…or somewhere else.
Then he poured in some whipped cream in his mouth and Wren’s wishes were answered as she felt the cold from his tongue against her nipple and she arched her back, pushing her chest outwards to him.
Cussing quietly under her breath. “F-fuck”
Giovanni O’Connell continued to lick just her left breast, for the time being, making sure to get every last bit of the dessert toppings and swallowed it all.
Then he repeated the same action with her other breast, leaving her sticky and hot and bothered. Giovanni pulled back letting her nipples go with a hard pop making the blonde whimper.
Having him play with her breast was one of the best feelings in the world.
Then, Giovanni picked up the can of whipped cream and Wren gasped when she felt something cold being applied to her clit.
The young man put the can aside and glanced at Wren with a smirk on his lips before looking down at his new treat. He stuck out his tongue and placed his mouth against her clit. Harshly licking off the cream.
Unintentionally, she let out a loud moan, throwing her head back in pleasure.
Giovanni O’Connell continued to eat Wren Austin out until she was practically riding herself against his face as a moaning mess.
Right before she could reach her orgasm, she heard the door fly open and it took everything in her to stop grinding herself against Giovanni’s incredible tongue.
“Room service” a woman in her mid-forties walked into the room but further stopped in her tracks.
Wren Austin gasped, sitting up quickly to wrap her robe up and pushing Giovanni back. Thankfully, the maid's had not fully come inside to see her naked.
Giovanni O’Connell turned to Wren with a frown on his face as this time, the older woman walked in whilst she struggled to push forward a cart that contained food.
“Oh, good morning sir. Some ordered room service” the woman replied cheerfully, but when she took in the atmosphere in the room, she realized what she had interrupted.
“Oh I’m-“
“It is alright. Thank you so much” Giovanni shushed the woman off and began to lead her back to the door.
Wren had forgotten she had ordered in-room service before she walked out of the room. she turned red to herself, tying her robe tight and walked off to the room, trying to escape from the first-hand embarrassment she had called upon herself.


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