Wicked Burn (14 page)

Uh-uh. No way.

“Want to know something else?” he challenged abruptly in a hard tone. “I don’t think that’s who you are, either. I’ve been to bed with you. You’re not the kind of woman who likes things watered down. Just the opposite, in fact. You said you wanted wide-open spaces, Niall. So how come when it comes to what’s happening between us you want to hide in some confining little corner?”

Vic paused, surprised to hear the anger in his voice. Niall’s suggestion that they cool things down had really pissed him off. Nothing was going to keep him from her, certainly not Niall’s half-assed attempts at doing so. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Every time she met his gaze, the desire that he read in her beautiful eyes almost undid him.

So why did she fight the inevitable?

He removed the soggy cup from her grip before he held out his hand for her.

“Time for the rest of the house christening,” he informed her gruffly.

 

 

Vic’s words swirled madly around Niall’s brain. Was he right? Since she’d met him, she’d been completely bowled over by him. His touch had brought her back to the realms of the living. Had what happened with Stephen the other day—the reawakening of her guilt—made her want to retreat back into the shadows?

Stephen lived in the world of his delusional madness, unable to withstand the pain of reality. Did some part of her think that she deserved a twisted half-life as well? Did she somehow need to prove to herself that she suffered just as greatly after the murder of their son as Stephen had?

I did suffer. God, I still do . . . I always will. How could it be otherwise?
a voice in her head cried out an anguished reminder.

Niall’s gaze lowered from Vic’s steady, fiery eyes to his outstretched hand. Forsaking Vic would be a clear, measurable indication of her torment—a tangible sacrifice to the seemingly depthless hole of her grief after the meaningless murder of her beautiful four-year-old boy.

But God, hadn’t she suffered enough?

In her moment of indecision Rose Gonzalez’s voice rose in her awareness
. It’s you who has to be at peace with this. Not your parents. Not your friends. Not me. Not even Stephen.
You
, Niall
.

Instead of just taking Vic’s hand, Niall rose from her sitting position and knelt before him. Because of their disparity in height their faces were at the same level. She reached up slowly and touched his lean cheek, mesmerized by the way that leashed desire made his light eyes glow.

Her touch seemingly snapped his taut restraint. He pulled her toward him roughly, lifting her until she sat in his lap facing him. He bent and fastened his mouth to hers unerringly, their fit striking her once again as being divinely engineered.

Niall closed her eyes as the incredibly potent essence of Vic once again pervaded her, mingled with her own chemistry, and took her from a slow simmer to a torrid boil in a matter of seconds. Her hands cradled his jaw as her tongue tangled wildly with his. She sank into that kiss just as she submersed herself in the carnal, sensual world that he created for them with such stunning ease.

She was so involved in that erotic, tasty kiss that she didn’t realize Vic had unzipped her jacket and found the bottom of her shirt until she felt his hand on the sensitive skin of her belly and ribs. He found a satin-covered breast and palmed it roughly before he turned to lightly rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

She moaned and arched her back. The instinctive movement caused the sensitive tips of her breasts to crush into his chest and her pussy to press firmly into the stiff ridge beneath the fly of his jeans. She rocked against him, desperate for the steady pressure that his hard body provided her in calming her throbbing nerve endings.

Vic groaned and covered her hips and ass with his hands. He added the pressure of his strong arms, pushing and pressing her against him rhythmically. Their kiss grew wild and hungry, fueled as it was by the sinuous, friction-building movements of their bodies.

Niall cried out in protest a moment later when leaned away from her. Although they were fully clothed, she would have been shuddering in orgasm in a half a minute if Vic had kept her fully submerged in that heady kiss. God, the man knew how to use his mouth. She craned toward him as he moved away slightly, but he restrained her by spreading his hand in her hair and tugging gently.

He studied her as he touched her with feather-light fingertips. “Your cheeks get so pink when you’re turned on. I know it’s not an original thing to say, but you’re very beautiful, Niall.”

Niall swallowed heavily. Maybe the words weren’t singular, but the way Vic looked at her with such hot, soulful eyes when he said them certainly was. He gave his small, sexy smile as he lightly touched her damp lower lip.

Did he know that smile made her his willing slave?

He lowered his head and kissed her mouth softly, teasing her, making her hunger for more. “Stand up and take off all your clothes while I watch,” he muttered next to her lips when she strained up to try and get more of him.

It wasn’t the Scotch that made Niall dizzy as she tried to stand. His hold on her hips tightened to steady her as she rose. He leaned back on his hands and stared up at her without speaking while she shrugged out of her jacket. Her fingers slid below the waistband of her sweatpants.

“Take off your shirt and bra first.”

Niall smiled and shook her head, but she did what he asked. “Enjoying yourself?” she teased when she removed her bra and dropped it on top of her other clothing on the floor.

“I am, actually. Thanks for asking.”

His eyes adhered to her exposed breasts. The room was chilly but Niall knew perfectly well that wasn’t the reason her nipples pulled into tight, sensitive darts.

“Play with them. Pinch your nipples.”

Niall started at the unexpected request. The idea of touching herself while he watched struck her as extremely intimate.

Not to mention unbearably exciting, Niall acknowledged as liquid heat flooded her pussy.

“You just have to make a production out of everything, don’t you?” she asked huskily as her hands rose. He made that subtle rolling motion of his jaw that drove her lust-crazy.

“I’m a guy. The visuals excite me.”

Niall wasn’t a guy, but the sight of him watching her made her sizzle with sexual tension. She skimmed her fingertips along the curve of her lower breasts. Funny, she’d never realized how soft the skin was. Is that what Vic thought when he touched her? Her excitement grew when she lifted her breasts in her palms, feeling how taut and firm the flesh was. For a moment she kept the flesh cradled in her hands, as if in offering to the beautiful, sexy man who watched her actions with such an erotically intense focus. When she pinched her erect nipples lightly both of them groaned in tandem. She thought she’d just been touching herself for Vic, but the stimulation of her own flesh felt good.

It felt very good.

Her thighs clamped tightly together as she continued to play with herself more eagerly. Her gaze lowered to the obvious bulge in Vic’s jeans. The memory of his heavy erection on her tongue, the sensation of the thick rim beneath the head slipping between her tight lips made her pinch her nipples tight. She tugged on them, loving the sensation almost as much as the hot flash of lust that blazed into Vic’s eyes.

She recalled how he’d played with her while she was tied to the bed the other day. She cupped both breasts in her hands and lifted them before she released them, letting the firm flesh bounce back into place. She did that only three times, firmly pinching her nipples in the interim, before Vic jerked forward.

“Enough,” he said tensely. “Take off the rest of your clothes and come here.”

He tapped the carpeting in front of him.

Niall hurried. She couldn’t wait to get down on that floor with him. She knelt in front of him, naked and breathless.

“You chilly?” he asked, his eyes running over her stiff nipples and the pebbled skin of her arms.

“Not really,” Niall answered. In fact, she wouldn’t have been surprised if steam rose from her throat when she opened her mouth to speak, she was so hot at her core.

Her internal temperature notched up several more degrees when Vic stood and tore at the button fly of his jeans. He shoved them down around his thighs and her eyes lowered.

She licked her lower lip hungrily at the sight of his cock jutting from his body.

He dropped to his knees, sank back on his feet, and grabbed her to him in one quick, fluid motion that surprised Niall. Within the matter of a second the dense, tapered head of his cock brushed against her cheek.

Vic’s hand spread on the back of her head.

“It turned me on so much watching you that I’m about to explode. You’re going to finish what you started, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to give me some relief first. It won’t take much, trust me. Suck, Niall.” His characteristically raspy voice sounded a little desperate.

But Niall was already sliding the fat, delineated head of Vic’s cock—that same delicious cap that she’d been fantasizing about for weeks now—between her tightly pursed lips. She slapped at it warmly with her tongue when it was inserted in her mouth. Vic’s grunts of pleasure escalated her excitement. She pushed down on him, loving the feeling of the thick pillar of his shaft stretching her lips and sliding heavily across her tongue.

She alternated between taking him deep and slow and bobbing her head over him from mid staff to just below the head fast and forcefully. When her lust for the delicious, fat knob of his cock overcame her, she tightly fisted and pumped the slick shaft while she explored it. She fluttered her tongue over the thick rim, then pushed her tightened lips over it repeatedly, memorizing the sensation.

The rising tension in Vic’s muscles caused heat to flood her tissues. She pictured in her mind what it would be like if he lost control because of her teasing and held her down on the soft carpeting, impaling her with the long, stiff spear of flesh that pulsed between her lips. She nibbled at the smooth skin on the head, scraping her teeth along the skin delicately, taunting him with her power over him.

Vic growled like an animal and gripped his fingers in her hair, applying a steady downward pressure. “Dammit, when I said suck, I meant
suck.”

He pushed her down over him. He flexed his hips at the same time that he controlled the movement of her mouth with his hand on her head. Her throat muscles relaxed with each successive stroke of his cock in her narrow channel, becoming more accustomed to the harsh treatment. Eventually he just held her steady and pumped into her with frantic upward bucking motions of his hips.

“Ah,
fuck
, that’s good,” he grunted as his seed began to pour into her throat. “Take it all. Every drop of it,” he insisted between clenched teeth as he held her immobile on his spasming cock.

Niall swallowed madly but still struggled to keep up with the sheer volume of cum that he shot. Her mouth and throat flooded with his salty, musky, singular taste. He choked her, overwhelmed her, drowned her with the essence of him.

And she gloried in it. She wanted more.

By the time he gently raised her off his sated penis, Niall’s clit burned, needy for friction. It amazed her how much sucking Vic’s cock stimulated her. She loved to make herself the wide-open pasture in which he ran free and wild.

“
Now
I might be able to watch you finish with some measure of calm,” Vic muttered drolly.

Her eyes raced up to meet his. “Watch me?” she rasped. Vic’s cock plunging into her throat repeatedly had made her usually husky voice even more rough.

Vic palmed the side of her head and leaned down to plant a hot, quick kiss on her lips.

He nodded. “I want to watch you like before,” he explained patiently as he encouraged her to lie on the floor. Niall just stared up at him, confused. His gray eyes met hers. “I want you to masturbate.”

“Why?” she asked in stark disbelief.

His low, rumbling laugh made her shiver. So did his fingertips skimming along her thigh. “Yeah it’s pretty hard to figure out why a guy would want to watch a gorgeous woman touch herself until she exploded.”

Niall just stared, speechless as he matter-of-factly scooted her body until her knees were on either side of his hips. Before she could guess what he was about, he reached between her thighs and pushed two fingers into her pussy. Niall yelped and then whimpered as he thrust into her hard for several strokes. She pushed her hips desperately against the pressure. Vic’s forceful finger penetration—not to mention his grunt of appreciation when he discovered just how wet she was—had Niall right on the edge of climax.

But then Vic abruptly withdrew with a slurping sound. Niall panted shallowly as she watched him shove his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean while he watched her. He grabbed her hand and placed it at the juncture of her thighs.

“Go on, Niall,” he prodded when he slid his fingers out of his mouth, having swallowed all of her cream. “I’m waiting.”

Niall thought about telling him that he was going to keep waiting, but she wasn’t a fool. It wasn’t really as hard as she might have imagined, to suddenly do something publicly that had always been private. Besides, Vic had gotten her so worked up.

She really needed this.

Her forefinger slid between the swollen, damp folds of her labia. Her clit was bathed in a sticky pool of her juices. Vic made her hotter than she’d ever been in her life. He must, for her to be acting in this impulsive, uncharacteristic . . . downright
wanton
manner. Her hips began to circle and pulse against the pressure of her hand. She massaged the nerve-packed flesh until the heels of her feet sizzled in sympathy with her burning clit.