Wicked Burn (21 page)

“Come on back, baby,” he whispered hoarsely a minute later as he rolled her pearls to the back half of his cock. He took a step back with his right thigh so that he could stroke himself with the pearls unhindered, without bumping into his thigh. He both saw and felt the moment when the tip of his cock slipped into Niall’s muscular throat, stimulating her gag reflex. She flinched at the contraction of her throat, but then he saw her breathe deeply through her nose, calming herself.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he praised as she accustomed herself to his presence and began to move up and down on him in a sleek, rapid rhythm. Since she couldn’t easily balance herself without the help of her hands, he gripped his fingers tightly in her hair, making sure that as her movements became more strenuous, she didn’t fall forward on him and choke herself.

He couldn’t take much more of this exquisite torture. His cock felt like it was going to burst through the stretched, tight skin that covered it. A burning sensation began to grow at the base of his spine, warning him that orgasm hovered close. He rolled the pearls back to within an inch of his balls. Sweat coated his abdomen and neck. His breath came harsh and ragged as he watched Niall struggle to take him deeper.

“Shhh,” he murmured, rubbing her head to soothe her when she made a choking noise and her eyes filled with tears. The expression in her gaze told him that she was determined, however. That, along with the lust glazing her eyes, made Vic’s muscles clench tight with unbearable tension.

“Ahhhh . . . fuck, that’s good,” he grated out between rigid jaws several seconds later when she took him down her throat in one sinuous stroke. Her lips tapped against the pearls. She purred in satisfaction, vibrating into his flesh before she slid him out of her muscular channel.

It was too much. Vic backed out of her, sliding his entire length between the tight clamp of her lips, gasping loudly at the exquisite sensation.

“Open wide,” he demanded.

He placed the fat head of his cock on her tongue and rolled the pearls down to the sensitive area just below the thick rim. His arm moved rapidly as he jacked himself with the creamy, hard globes. He groaned gutturally as his cum jetted onto Niall’s red tongue.

In retrospect, he was glad that he didn’t shatter the strand that held Niall’s pearls at that moment, because he pumped himself so forcefully with them while he came. His cock jerked viciously despite his tight hold, spraying his semen into Niall’s mouth and onto her widely spread lips, providing ample lubrication for the rolling pearls.

He gasped wildly for air as he fell forward, catching himself on the door with an outstretched hand. His face tightened in pleasure when Niall closed her lips around him and slid his cock into her mouth, fluttering her tongue over the hypersensitive flesh, causing small post-orgasmic detonations to go off in his shuddering body.

“Jesus Fucking Christ, that felt good,” he muttered incoherently as he met Niall’s gaze.

When he felt her lips tighten around him in a smile, he straightened and reached for her.

“Come here, little witch,” he whispered gruffly.

A soft whimper of loss vibrated Niall’s throat when Vic pulled his still ample sex from her hungry mouth. She couldn’t get over how much it aroused her to suck on his cock. Oral sex had certainly been a part of her and Stephen’s repertoire for making love, but those experiences didn’t begin to compare to the mindless excitement she felt when she took Vic’s cock into her mouth. It drove her into a literal sexual frenzy to know that she gave him so much pleasure.

Ripples of excitement spread from her belly down to her sex, resulting in a friction-demanding burn at her clit when she registered the gleam in Vic’s eye.

She was next.

Just thinking about what Vic could do to her with his mouth made her vagina tighten almost painfully. Despite her body’s wild excitement and requirement for oxygen, her breath stuck in her lungs when Vic pushed her against the door and started to lower over her. He paused at her breasts, sucking a nipple between his teeth and biting down enough to gently scrape the sensitive flesh, making Niall cry out at the agony of the intense pleasure.

When he finally knelt before her, his dark head hovering just inches away from her silk-clad sex, Niall pushed at his head, frantic with anticipation. He didn’t immediately put his mouth on her, however. Instead, he reached up and pinched the silk of her panties until a half-inch-wide bunch of cloth pressed tightly between her swollen labia, down across the sensitive tissues near the opening of her pussy, even stimulating her asshole.

He looked up at her with blazing eyes as he began to lightly jerk the taut cloth against her. Niall moaned shakily at the sensation. Her clit burned. The soles of her feet sizzled in sympathy. He altered his movements slightly to include a horizontal motion as well as a vertical one, working the cloth of her panties between her lips, tugging it up and down on her erect clit. Through her weighted eyelids she saw him mouth a curse when the wet, squishy sounds of the fabric moving in her juices reached both of their ears at once.

The hand that still had her pearls laced between his fingers separated her labia.

He covered her with his mouth, sucking on her sensitive tissues and her soaked panties at once, flexing his jaw, seemingly dying of thirst for the taste of her cream. He must have sensed that she teetered right on the edge of orgasm, because he went straight for the kill. His tongue laved her clit warmly and then stabbed at it repeatedly. When her knees weakened he squeezed the lower curve of her ass into his palm, fixing her in place, forcing her to take every last tremor of pleasure that he gave her.

Niall blasted into another realm. She could think of no better way to describe what happened to her. When she came to partial awareness, she realized that the back of her head thudded against the door in the same tempo that shocks of orgasm convulsed her body. The sensation felt so overwhelming that she desperately sank her fingers into Vic’s thick hair and tried to pull him away from her pussy. But he only glanced up at her with a white-hot expression of furious lust, released her sex lips, stilled her tugging hand at the wrist, and continued to lick and suck at her clit relentlessly. He must have known that she would survive the powerful explosions, because they did eventually wane.

Still, while Niall experienced the most potent of those blasts, she wouldn’t have made the bet that survival was inevitable.

His voice brought her back to herself, as did his lips pressing warmly to her thighs.

“You’re so sweet, baby. Nobody comes like you,” he muttered roughly between kisses. “Nobody.”

Niall watched him through slitted eyelids. He moved his face between her spread thighs, soothing and igniting her flesh. His gray eyes met hers, his gaze striking her as both demanding and comforting at once.

“Are you all right?” he whispered next to her thigh before he nipped at the skin lightly.

“Yes,” Niall whispered shakily. Her vagina squeezed tight, desperate for something to fill it when he smiled.

“Good. Because I’m going to make you come again with these.”

“
No,
” Niall whispered anxiously when he held up her pearls. She wasn’t sure she could take another orgasm like that. His eyes gleamed with arousal and mischief.

“Why not? Don’t you like it when I make you burn?”

“Yes, but . . .”

She paused, her mouth hanging open when he reached up with both hands and ripped her panties apart as if they were made of tissue paper.

“Vic!”

“It’s okay,” he assured her, a naughty grin showing off his dead sexy off-center front tooth. “I’ll buy you more. Pretty little peach ones . . .” He leaned forward and kissed her damp, flushed folds. Niall groaned. “Silk.” He tilted his head and sent his tongue between her labia in a quick, teasing, wet swipe against her clit. “Pixie-sized,” he continued as he nuzzled her swollen lips with his nose, breathing her deeply at the same time.

“Small, not pix—oh, Vic . . . ah,
God
, that feels good.” She pressed her hand to the back of his head as he jabbed his tongue several times rapidly between her labia. “More!”

But instead of giving her what she begged for, he leaned back and once again separated her sex lips, exposing her red, glistening clit. Niall shuddered in anticipation when he lifted her pearls. A whimper slipped past her lips when he laced the hard, cool little globes between her labia. He pinched the sensitive folds together tightly.

His eyes met hers when he pulled up on the pearls. Niall jerked like a puppet at the end of a string.

“Shhhh,” Vic soothed, watching her face as though he saw something fascinating there. The pearls rolled with a hard pressure against her clit. He pulled on the bottom end, making her gasp in pleasure on the downward slide. He began to pull her prized gems back and forth gently, agitating her clit until it burned. Her hips began to bob up and down in order to increase the divine pressure.

He laughed softly. “Your pearls aren’t so prim and proper now. You like this, don’t you?”

Niall’s eyes closed as the intensity of the burn magnified.

“Answer me.”

“
Yes,
” Niall whispered. Her hips jerked uncontrollably against the pearls that he put to such wicked use. An unbearably excited tingling sensation spread from the nerve-packed flesh that Vic abused and agitated to such stunning effect up her spine and down to the burning soles of her feet.

Vic smiled as he leaned forward and inhaled her pussy scent. Niall gritted her teeth in agonized pleasure as he increased the pace of the sliding pearls. He lapped lightly with his tongue at her sex lips. “Hmmm . . . those pearls are getting a nice seasoning.”

Niall whimpered as her hips bucked wildly. She’d never felt so helpless, so at the mercy of her desire. It was like her entire body consisted of one exposed, raw nerve.

He stabbed his stiffened tongue between her folds as he continued to roll the pearls against her clit. Niall cried out sharply at the indescribable sensation. She held his head in a white-knuckled grip. Just when her muscles went rigid in the rictus of orgasm she felt him push one of his fingers into her ass. He penetrated her fully, and rubbed at the same time the first blast of climax ripped through her.

Niall almost choked on her pleasure as she came, completely helpless as a violent orgasm shook and shuddered through her body.

“That’s my girl,” she heard Vic murmuring hoarsely a minute later. She realized dazedly that he was carrying her to his bedroom. She just lay on the end of his bed in a post-orgasmic stupor as she watched him hastily remove his clothes. He moved with a quick, frantic quality that she couldn’t quite comprehend in her spent state. The heavy pillar of his cock jutted out before him, stiff and tight and beautiful as he rolled on a condom.

Her vagina contracted hungrily and Niall suddenly understood his desperation fully.

Vic looked a little intimidating as he came down over her, a grim expression on his handsome face. Her eyes widened when he grabbed her wrists and fixed them above her head with one hand. She saw him stare at her nipples as they poked up when her back arched slightly off the bed. She still wore her bra, even though the cloth remained below her breasts, pushing the flesh and reddened nipples up into a lewd display.

“What are you going to get for teasing me with those pearls?” Vic asked with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Niall licked her lower lip as her eyes lowered to Vic’s enormous erection where it bobbed between their bodies.

“F . . . fucked?” she asked with a combination of anxiety and excitement.

His eyes smoldered. He moved up, bumping the wide head of his cock against her wet, tender tissues. “Your little pussy is gonna be fucked
hard
,” he corrected softly. His hips flexed, pressing his penis into her entry. “Open your legs wide, baby. I want
in
.”

Niall spread her thighs along the cool, soft bedspread. She moaned as Vic pulsed his cock against her narrow channel, demanding she accept him. She gasped at the sensation of the thick rim beneath the head slipping into her body, rubbing and agitating the nerve-packed flesh. God, that defined, fat knob of his cock was going to kill her someday with pleasure.

Vic demanded so much of her . . . he forced her to
feel
so much.

He rocked her, prying his steely length into her farther and farther with each pass. Niall tightened beneath him, arching her back, grinding her hips, greedy for more pressure. He held her tightly to the bed, limiting her movement, however, as his cock slowly pierced her body. She saw him grit his teeth tightly in enforced restraint.

He abruptly lifted her leg and smacked her ass. “Quit squirming,” he barked.

Niall whimpered in arousal. Her ass muscles flexed, pushing his cock farther into her body.

Vic’s face went rigid. He fell down over her, his muscles flexing tightly as he held himself off her. He thrust his hips hard, seating his cock in her to the hilt of his balls.

Niall cried out at the abrupt impact. Her cries amplified when he began to draw out of her and plunge back into her with a brisk smack of striking flesh.

“Is that what you wanted, baby?” he asked harshly, his light eyes glowing silver in the dim light.

Niall’s lips fell open, but no speech came. The nerves of her body were too busy firing messages madly: pleasure, pain, burning, pressure, stretching,
feeling
. She couldn’t form words in the midst of such overwhelming sensations. She stared at him as he crashed into her again and again, riding her hard, giving her exactly what she wanted.

She moved her hips against him synchronously, increasing the strength of his ruthless strokes. The bed began to quake and rattle loudly against the wall in sympathy with their fierce mating. The hard knob of his cock rubbed and pressed deep within her, exciting her to a frenzied pitch.