Wicked Burn (15 page)

“Spread your thighs wider,” she heard Vic demand through the haze of her cresting arousal.

She complied, opening herself to his gaze fully . . . exposing herself . . . holding nothing back from him.

“Do you ever use toys when you masturbate?”

That did make her pause. Was there nothing he would allow her to keep secret when it came to sex? She realized that his gaze had switched to her face and that he was waiting for an answer.

“Sometimes.”
More than I ever have in my life since I met you
, she added to herself.

“What do you use?”

She bit her lip in hesitation, but her pussy didn’t seem to mind the intimate conversation at all. In fact, her clit ached so acutely that she had to stroke it as she answered him.

“I have a little silver bullet vibrator.”

“Is that all?”

“
Yes,
” she replied testily.

His lips twitched at her irritation before his eyes focused again on her busy hand between her thighs.

Niall moaned at the impact of his penetrating gaze. It felt like a tangible touch, sending her flame higher. Her other hand came down and dipped into the snug tunnel of her pussy. She moaned and bucked her hips against the added pressure for just a moment before she withdrew. She spread the lubrication on her fingertips across her nipple, sliding and pinching at the sensitive crest, rolling it tightly between her fingertips at the same rate that she bucked her hips against her hand.

She heard Vic curse. Her half-closed eyelids widened when she took in his rigid features and the gleam of excitement in his light eyes as he watched her pleasure herself.

That look sent her over the edge. She whimpered in tense anticipation and then cried out sharply as she fell over the edge of orgasm. Her climax escalated to a nearly unbearable pitch when Vic plunged his fingers deep into her vagina. Instead of thrusting them out of her, he kept them there, rubbing and vibrating her while she screamed in pleasure and her juices gushed around him.

When her eyelids eventually flickered open, she saw that he leaned over her, his fingers still inside her pussy . . . that naughty little grin on his face.

“You’re one hell of a sexy woman.”

“You
better
not be making fun of me, Vic,” she admonished between pants for air.

She smiled when his deep laugh rolled through her awareness, making her nipples tighten even in her post-orgasmic state.

“If I were any more fucking serious, I probably would have had a heart attack just now.” He leaned over and sealed his lips to hers.

“Show me where you’re going to put your bed,” he muttered when he raised his head after a kiss that had left Niall humming with arousal all over again. “I’m gonna fuck you there, and I want you to remember it when you lie in bed at night if I’m not around.”

Niall swallowed convulsively as she stared up at him.
Yeah
, she’d remember all right.

She’d remember well.

EIGHT

Vic stood and helped her to her feet. She still seemed dazed from her orgasm—cheeks flushed a rosy pink, eyelids weighted, breath coming in uneven puffs across her red, swollen lips. He’d felt her muscular vaginal walls tightening and flexing around his fingers. She’d given herself a nice blast, that much was for certain.

He couldn’t wait to be buried in her the next time she blew.

The image of her stroking her clit so rapidly while she tugged on her nipple and whimpered in pleasure would probably be replayed across the screen of the back of his eyelids during autoerotic moments until he was an old, dried up man. That memory would provide him with some much-needed juice, that’s for sure, Vic thought wryly as he hastily removed his clothing.

“Where?” he asked tautly when he’d kicked his jeans off his feet and dug in the pocket for his wallet, extracting a condom.

Her big eyes flickered over his naked body, lingering on his erection as he slid the latex over it.
That’s for you, baby
. He had to stop himself from saying it out loud when she stared at him so hungrily.
That’s what you get for having such a tight, sleek little body and a sweeter, hotter response to me than I could have conjured up in my wildest fantasies
.

Niall transferred her gaze to the north side of the bedroom and nodded.

“Go and bend over with your hands up against the wall.”

He watched her as she followed his orders. He loved the subtle, feminine sashay of her hips as she walked and the beguiling sway of her round ass. She peered around her shoulder when she’d positioned herself against the wall and he approached her from behind. Her eyes looked enormous as she watched him take his erect cock in his hand.

“Spread your thighs some,” he said as he held back a firm ass cheek and rubbed the tip of his cock into her wet, tender cleft. He grunted when he found her juicy opening. He leaned over her and encircled her waist, raising her feet slightly off the floor in his hunger to get inside of her.

Fuck. He had a good eleven inches on her in the height department. The angle was all wrong. He could make it work, but Vic wanted to concentrate on the incredible feeling of being inside Niall, not the awkward positioning of their bodies.

“Don’t move,” he growled as he placed her toes back on the floor.

“Vic?” Niall asked in amazement when he abruptly stalked out of the room. She looked thoroughly confused when he returned a few seconds later, carrying an empty crate from downstairs. He tossed it in the middle of the space where her bed would be.

“Change of set plans,” he said as he tossed his shirt on the plywood plank. “Stand on that, Niall.”

“Vic . . .” she began when he grabbed her hand and helped her onto the fabric covered crate. He dealt with her uncertainty by leaning forward and lustily kissing her. His hands found their way to her firm breasts without conscious thought, massaging and shaping them in his palms. “There. Isn’t that better?” he asked a few seconds later against her lips. “You’re almost as tall as me now.” He rubbed his lips hungrily against her small grin. His cock batted against her belly.

“See what you do to me, baby?” he cajoled.

“It’s only fair,” she murmured in that husky voice he loved. She leaned forward and nipped at his lips with her small front teeth. “I want you to know that you’re the only person that I would ever stand up on this crate for like a circus elephant.”

“More like a circus pixie,” he muttered as he nibbled her neck.

“There’s no such thing.”

He just grinned.

“You’re going to fuck me while I’m standing up here, aren’t you?” she asked in a voice thick with both lust and amusement.

“Now you get the idea.” He kissed her sweet mouth once more. “Turn around and bend over.”

He smiled in pure anticipation when she did, parting her thighs, grabbing her ankles, and arching her back into a position that screamed “fuck me good and hard.”

His hand spread across her hip and ass cheek, parting her for his penis. Their angle was perfect now for a nice, taut ride. He guided himself to her drenched, clinging sheath, his lungs burning because he forgot to draw air in his excitement. He finally inhaled with a hissing noise when he pushed the plum-sized head of his cock into her and he was surrounded by her heat.

She moaned shakily. His hands rose to her hips, gliding across the silky skin of her ass, soothing her.

He bucked his hips slowly at first. The wet, sucking sound that the rim of his penis made every time he drew it almost out of her made him want to skewer her tight little pussy in one stroke. But he restrained, enjoying the sensation too much, liking the way the erotic slurping sounds mixed with Niall’s whimpers and purrs.

“You’re so tight,” he muttered roughly as he pushed himself another inch into her clinging flesh and began to rock in and out of her. “I don’t think I’d ever get it in you if you didn’t get so wet for me.”

Niall moaned and tensed her thighs, forcing his cock another inch into her heat. He laughed and spanked her ass once.

“Hold on, little filly. I’m enjoying the slow pace and the scenery,” he teased, never taking his eyes from her shapely, pale ass and the first several inches of his cock sliding in and out of her body.

“The scenery will be just as good at a nice hard sprint,” Niall told him in a frustrated tone.

“It’ll be better,” he corrected. “But for right now, you just hold still.”

He wished there was a mirror so that he could see her face while he held her hips steady and slowly burrowed his cock into her tight channel. He alternated a good, hard pump that pushed his cock further into her sublime heat with several quick, shallow thrusts that merely stroked the portion of his penis that had already been submerged.

It continued like that for more than a minute, the only sounds resonating in the empty room being the sucking sound of his cock moving in her tight, wet channel, his grunts of pleasure, and Niall’s sexy, sharp cries. Twice when she tried to push back and increase the pace he gave her rump a brisk slap, making his cock leap inside her tight sheath in agonized pleasure. By the time he pressed to her damp hilt and molded her ass cheeks up with his hands, giving his aching balls some much-needed pressure, Niall shook beneath him.

“Shhh, baby,” he soothed as he reached around her. One hand pinched the bottom of her swollen, tender labia together. With the other he played her clit briskly in the juicy pocket of flesh he’d formed.

His cock jerked viciously inside her muscular channel when she came. He’d never wanted to move so much in his life, never wanted to fuck until he found the mindless nirvana of sexual bliss that he knew Niall could give him.

But she was so sweet. Every time he exploded in her he almost immediately wished he was back at it, riding her sweet little pussy hard and fast. His desire to draw out the pleasure just barely outweighed his need to succumb to it, adding a sharp spice to his already potent lust.

Bent over as she was, he couldn’t resist the lure of her pink, puckered asshole. He slid his thumb along her slick perineum, accumulating some of the juices that had gathered there. He grabbed her hip, holding her steady while he pierced that tiny opening. Niall still panted and moaned in the aftershocks of her orgasm, but when he penetrated her asshole, she stilled beneath him and caught her breath.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he rasped. Her pussy rippled and squeezed at his cock, making it throb and swell uncomfortably in her tight confines. Still, he drew on the last vestiges of his control and kept his hips immobile. “You’re not used to ass play, are you?” he asked, remembering how she’d reacted similarly even when he put just the tip of his finger into her snug little hole several weeks ago. Currently he’d pushed his entire thumb into a channel that already would have been tight without the added pressure of his near-to-bursting cock in her vagina pressing in on it.

She just shook her head. His lips formed into a snarl when she tightened around his thumb and cock at once.

“You’ve got such a hot little hole. You’re going to give it to me some day. Aren’t you, Niall?” he asked her in a lust-thick tone as he began to pulse in and out of her asshole at the same time that he rocked his cock a mere two inches back and forth in her pussy. Her gasp of pleasure echoed his peaking excitement. Her sleek vagina pulled on his cock with each outstroke like a sucking little mouth, making the thrust back into her exponentially more rewarding.

Christ, he’d never get enough of her pussy.
You’re never going to get enough of her, period
, a voice in his head taunted him.

“Answer me!” he said as desire clawed at him painfully, demanding its due.

“
Yes,
” she answered in a desperate, choked voice. “Everything I have is yours, Vic.”

He snarled in crazed lust. He grabbed both hips and began to pound into her. A growl of pure animalistic pleasure rose from his throat as he pumped her from tip to balls again and again, striking their flesh together in a fierce tempo. A continual wailing sound exuded from Niall’s throat, surging louder every time he smacked his pelvis against her ass. His arm muscles bunched tight, keeping her in place for his ramming cock.

The friction was taut, perfect . . . too fucking good to last for long.

When Niall screamed in release and her muscular walls began to convulse around him, he shifted his hand below one ass cheek and lifted. His subsequent slam into her giving flesh struck deeper than any of its predecessors.

His jaw vibrated as he roared and his body shuddered in the throes of a violent storm of pleasure.

 

 

Niall loved the feeling of Vic leaning down over her and holding her body to his while they both fought mightily to be the first to inhale the air that surrounded them. Eventually, however, her legs began to tremble slightly from Vic’s added weight and her own body’s desperate attempts to find balance after orgasm had shattered her equilibrium repeatedly.

Vic must have noticed her quivering, because he suddenly hugged her to him and brought her back with him as he collapsed to the floor. They laughed breathlessly as they fell in a heap of sweaty, intermingled limbs. When Niall tried to move off his big, long body, he used his hands to keep her in place.

“Let me go,” Niall insisted, laughing as she squirmed on top of him.

“You’re keeping me warm up there.”

She snorted. “I wasn’t put on this earth for the purpose of keeping you warm.”

He brushed his grin along the skin of her neck, making her shiver. “Maybe not, but I’m beginning to think you might have been put here for the express purpose of making me hotter than hell.”

Niall twisted around abruptly at the tone of his voice. His dark hair was adorably mussed. His light eyes sparkled with amusement. He looked younger than usual, less intense . . . wonderful.