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“Niall.”
Niall turned around, blinking in disorientation into the bright sunlight that was partially blocked by an enormous dark shadow.
“Give me your hand.”
She reached up instinctively, before conscious thought struck her brain. She rocketed through the air abruptly, as if on a jet-propelled elevator. Strong hands gripped beneath her armpits.
And the next thing she knew, she was sitting on an enormous horse between Vic’s long, muscular thighs.
He chirruped softly and flicked the reins with a subtle movement of his wrist.
“Oh!” Niall muttered in amazement when Traveler turned around and headed back toward the barn. For a second she felt her world tottering off balance, but then Vic’s thighs tightened around her and his left arm rose to encircle her waist, anchoring her in place. Niall heard a loud whoop in the distance and dared to turn her head slightly toward the corral. Donny was waving and laughing as he raced Velvet in their direction.
“Just relax. I’ve got you,” Vic murmured near her ear.
A shiver of pure excitement rippled through her, mixing with her anxiety. Their bodies pressed so tightly together that she could almost feel the vibrations from his low, rumbling voice resonating from his chest to her back. It thrilled her to feel the big, powerful horse moving beneath her, but it was the male animal behind her that made her heart pound even harder than it had when Vic had first plopped her in the saddle before him.
“It feels so strange,” Niall muttered as Vic slightly shifted the reins again and Traveler obligingly turned onto one of the horse paths that led out of the stables. A warm, wonderful feeling pervaded her when she heard Vic’s soft laughter.
“Strange bad or strange good?”
“Strange good, I think,” she replied in a hushed voice, still trying to absorb the myriad unusual sensations that barraged her.
Vic’s big hand spread across her waist and belly, pushing her even more snugly into him. Niall bit her lower lip so as not to moan at the exquisite sensation of being held so tightly in his embrace.
“Don’t fight the movement of the horse,” he breathed close to her ear, causing goose bumps to rise on her neck. “Move with it, Niall. The horse doesn’t just carry you, it’s a joint venture. That’s why they call it riding,” he added with a chuckle that made her nipples tighten.
But despite her excitement and her desire to please Vic, her muscles were still tense and rigid from the abruptness and novelty of the experience. She gave a muffled cry of alarm when Vic encouraged the horse to increase its pace.
“Shhh,” he soothed softly next to her ear. “Just focus on Traveler’s rhythm. Feel it with your body.”
It was Vic’s body that Niall focused on almost exclusively, however, even as the landscape rolled past her vision at an alarming speed. As if Vic had read her mind, he lifted her body slightly so that her thighs partially rested on his. Niall’s eyes went wide. She whimpered. The new position also placed her pussy directly on Vic’s balls and the root of his penis. She was painfully aware that she didn’t want to jostle and crush that sensitive part of him with her body weight. The realization forced her to match the rhythm of both the animal and the man.
“That’s a girl,” Vic muttered huskily. “Now you’re riding.”
Pride swelled in her breast even as arousal spread in her sex like a molten river flowing out to every cell in her body. It felt so good, so singularly hot to move to the primitive tempo that the horse set while Vic’s hard, male body surged and settled rhythmically beneath her own. She could easily sense his tension and arousal. His cock pressed into the furrow of her ass cheeks like a stiff, straining pillar. Traveler’s movements beneath them created tiny, electrical pulsations against Niall’s increasingly sensitive sex. The friction built until it was nearly unbearable when Vic prompted Traveler to go even faster.
Niall moaned in agony. Sweat beaded her upper lip and chest. The world flew past her, but all she was aware of was the man who held her so tightly against him, rocking her against his steely, hot flesh until she thought she would explode.
“Vic, please . . .” she muttered helplessly.
“I know. We’re headed back,” he said in a strained tone. Niall vaguely recognized that he’d turned Traveler around and that they were approaching the stables at a rapid clip.
She existed inside a sun-gilded world of voluptuous excitement and sinuous movement. She’d never been as sexually excited in her life as she was when Traveler slowed outside the stables. Her arousal felt like some kind of biological imperative that she couldn’t have denied any more than she could will herself to stop breathing.
“Donny!” Vic swung his leg over the back of the enormous horse and lowered himself to the ground in one swift movement that he made look as easy as walking. Niall gasped when he reached up, grabbed her by the waist, and brought her down next to him with nearly as much ease. Her eyes widened when she looked up and saw how rigid his face was . . . how greatly his light eyes glowed with lust.
She wasn’t even aware that Donny ran up behind them until Vic spoke.
“See to Traveler, please,” he said tersely before he grasped Niall’s hand in his and pulled her toward the cottage.
Niall felt dazed as she stood in Vic’s dim, cool kitchen and watched him shut the front door and lock it with a decisive flip of his wrists.
“No interruptions,” he said with a pointed look when he turned to face her.
“No interruptions,” Niall agreed wholeheartedly before she stepped into his arms.
EIGHTEEN
She strained up to find his mouth, groaning in immense satisfaction when he dipped his head and met her with equal hunger. The taste of his salty sweat on her tongue caused a fever to sweep through her. She gave herself wholly to the exquisite sensations that flooded her body, pressing her achy nipples into Vic’s hard chest, rubbing her hips and thighs against his muscles, pulsing her pussy and belly against his cock, which strained tightly against denim. Without ever making a conscious decision to do so, she stepped back slightly and began to rip frantically at the fly of his jeans. An unbearable torment plagued her, and Niall knew only Vic’s cock plunging deep inside of her would assuage that hurt.
Vic broke their kiss roughly when she shoved down his fitted, dark blue cotton boxer briefs and fisted the pillar of his penis. Tears sprinkled down her cheek at the blessed, familiar sensation of his teeming, heavy, hot flesh in her hand.
“I want you so much,” she confessed shakily as she looked up at him through the shimmering window of her tears.
“Fuck,” Vic whispered tensely beneath his breath. His fingers rose to her waistband, where he unsnapped her jeans with even greater haste than she’d unfastened his. “Hold on to me, Niall,” he ordered as he bent to pull her jeans and panties down over her thighs. Niall quickly kicked off her sandals before he swept her clothing down over her ankles and off her feet one at a time.
Then Vic was lifting her into the air again . . . this time to ride him instead of his horse.
Niall gasped softly when he backed her against the wall. Her hands went up to grasp his shoulders in a white-knuckled grip. She glanced down between their bodies and watched, wide-eyed, as he arrowed his ruddy penis into her. She cried out when he thrust his hips and the fat head of his cock pushed into her body. It had been so long since he’d stretched her channel over his girth. Niall found that despite her immense desire, her unaccustomed body resisted him at first. Her legs widened and then encircled his waist tighter as she struggled to accommodate him.
Vic grunted in animal-like pleasure as she opened herself farther to him. He bucked his hips in three powerful thrusts that seated his cock completely in her body. Niall shut her eyes and bit his shoulder to still her screams at the harsh impact of having his cock filling her completely once again. It felt overwhelming. She instinctively tightened her leg muscles around him as well as her inner muscles, holding him fast inside her . . . never wanting to let go.
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Vic responded to her muscular caress by giving a feral growl and proceeding to pump her with a hard, relentless rhythm. Niall screamed into his rising and falling shoulder, the sound muffled by his hard flesh. His cock rubbed and agitated her depths even as his balls and pelvis slapped and pressed against her moist, sensitive outer tissues and erect clit, making her nerve endings burn. He held her body steady with his hands beneath her ass. Niall had no choice but to completely take every driving thrust—the wall behind her, and Vic’s flexing arms working her back and forth over his engorged penis, increased the pressure and friction exponentially.
He bent his head and placed his face at the juncture of her shoulder and neck before he proceeded to nail her to the wall with a brutal force and tempo. Niall lifted her face and screamed out loud as she came more explosively than she ever had in her life. A few seconds later Vic’s triumphant shout mingled with her cries of pleasure. More tears scattered down her flushed cheeks at the sensation of his cock throbbing while his seed jetted powerfully into her womb.
Vic’s lungs moved like a bellows as he tried to slow his out-of-control breathing. He hitched Niall higher in his arms until her bottom rested on the hard ridge of his bent forearm. He pressed himself tightly against her, sandwiching her gently between his body and the wall. Their bellies and chests expanded and contracted against one another in agitated bursts that slowly segued to a sinuous, shared rhythm.
Vic closed his eyes and nuzzled the fragrant skin at Niall’s neck. He never wanted to think again. He just wanted to feel.
He just wanted to feel this.
When the unwelcome thought eventually did reach his lust-scorched brain that he couldn’t keep Niall pressed against a hard wall forever, he backed away, fully taking her weight in his arms. She made a muffled sound of alarm near his ear at the movement.
“Shhh, I’ve got you. I’m taking you to the bedroom,” he informed her gruffly.
He fumbled a little bit in the short distance to his bedroom—his jeans were slipping down his thighs. He made it, however, gently setting Niall on the edge of his bed. He grimaced at the agony of drawing his still rigid, quivering cock out of her body.
Christ, he thought he’d embellished how good it felt to be inside of her shrink-wrapped, hot little pussy, but his memories fell far short of reality.
He began to undress hastily, but the sight of Niall’s enormous hazel eyes looking up at him with a sexy, dazed expression made him pause after he’d lifted his shirt over his head. He swallowed thickly to moisten the sudden dryness in his throat.
“Take off your blouse,” he said in a tone that was harsher than he’d intended.
She blinked twice rapidly, as if she were awakening from a dream. Her gaze lowered to his cock, which was still moist from her abundant juices. She bit her lower lip as she continued to stare at him.
“Vic, what about—”
“Now isn’t the time for talking, baby,” he said quietly. Something in his tone made her eyes flicker up to his face. The anxiety and stark arousal that he saw in their depths turned him on as much as it always had . . . more so.
His penis surged with a sharp twang of reawakened need.
“Take off your blouse,” he instructed again, firmly but gently.
At first he thought she was going to refuse. Her kiss-swollen, luscious lips opened as though she was about to protest. Her eyes met his.
Her hands shook slightly as she unbuttoned her cotton blouse. She drew it off her arms. He stared at the beautiful, sex-flushed woman who sat on his bed wearing nothing but a bra that didn’t begin to hide her large, erect nipples as they pressed against the insubstantial fabric. When she laid the blouse on the bed and met his eyes again, he couldn’t speak.
So he just nodded once as he stared at her silk-encased little breasts.
She reached behind her and unfastened the bra, then peeled the cups of silk from firm, fleshy fruit.
Vic didn’t move for several long, tense seconds. The tiny whimper she made in her throat drew his attention to her face.
“Hold them up for me,” he said.
He waited until she’d slid her hands beneath the plump, curved mounds that rose so starkly from the plane of her ribs. Then he sank to his knees in front of her and fell upon what she offered him so sweetly.
He made a feast of her fat, pink nipples, ravenously suckling first one delectable morsel and teasing it into a tight peak before he transferred to the other, giving it the same treatment, sometimes teasing her with his tongue and teeth, sometimes sucking her deep into his mouth until she cried out in pleasurable agony. He couldn’t get enough of her . . . never would get enough of her taste or the feeling of her small body twisting and undulating in his hands as he held her steady for his mouth, or the sexy whimpers she made deep in her throat that erupted into full-throttle cries of ecstasy when he suckled her nipples good and hard.
Or maybe there was a way to immunize himself against Niall’s power over him. If he took her enough times at the furious, maddened pace that his body required when it came to Niall, he’d have no choice but to eventually tire of her. Wasn’t there some sort of cure for addictive behaviors that prescribed the addictive substance be taken repeatedly in large quantities? Vic dazedly lifted his head and stared at one of Niall’s reddened, pointed, wet nipples.
He stood jerkily, unable to unglue his eyes from Niall’s breasts. He eventually had to, however, as he flipped off his boots and shoved his jeans and underwear down his thighs in a flurry of haste.
When he was nude, he nodded toward the middle of the bed.
“On your hands and knees.”
He hoped she wouldn’t mind his blunt direction. His arousal was such that it was all he was capable of. But he was reminded quickly that Niall had never once protested his terse or crude language during sex. In fact, elegant, classy Niall had always become more aroused when he talked dirty to her.
He came up behind her on his knees. His hands on her hips encouraged her nonverbally to move toward the headboard. When she’d moved into the position he wanted, he halted her by holding her hips steady. He reached around her, grabbing several pillows and stacking them beneath her hips.
“Put your shoulders down on the bed and reach up and hold onto one of the posts on the headboard with both hands,” he said. He watched with barely restrained excitement as she presented her sweet fanny in the air for him. His cock leapt up and batted against his lower rib cage when he saw her turn her head and glance back at him, the whites of her eyes showing.
“Don’t let go until I say so,” he told her with a pointed look before he parted her plump cheeks and pushed the tip of his cock into her pussy.
God, this was going to feel good, he thought with a profound feeling of grim satisfaction.
She cried out when he thrust. He held her wiggling hips steady with both hands and pushed until she sheathed the fattest, most dense and swollen portion of the stalk of his cock just past the midsection. She pressed her hips down into the pillows. At that moment, Vic didn’t know if she did it in order to get friction on her clit because she was aroused, or if she tried to escape his penetration of her body.
And he didn’t care.
He spanked her right cheek briskly.
“Hold your ass still,” he rasped.
She whimpered as he worked his cock into her while she remained motionless, drawing out several inches only to claim another half inch with each downstroke. He growled gutturally when he finally pressed his balls to her moist tissues. Her pussy squeezed and flexed around his length, torturing him. Niall cried out in agonized pleasure when his cock jerked inside her tight sheath.
Vic’s hands fell on the top of the headboard, and he began to pump her long and slow. He shut his eyes tightly when he realized that he stared fixedly at where their bodies joined and that the sight, in combination with the sublime sensation of her hot, muscular channel, was about to make him lose all remnants of restraint.
Christ, how coul
d he have forgotten how good she felt? She was so wet from her arousal, so hot it was as if her muscular vagina was lined with heated, slippery oil. The scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, taking away the little control that he’d gained by closing his eyes. The sounds of her sexy little whimpers and cries hardly helped his cause, either.
He was going to have to fuck her morning, noon, night, and then some, to get her out of his system.
He increased his tempo and the strength of his thrusts, smacking their flesh together briskly. His bed banged into the wall with each of his forceful strokes. Niall whined plaintively, the sound driving him sexually berserk. He saw that her knuckles were white as she desperately clung to the bed, as though she were trying to hold on as a storm swirled around her, beating at her ruthlessly. She began to shift her hips in tiny little electrical counterstrokes up and down the length of his cock.
Vic gritted his teeth and swatted her bottom twice. She stilled immediately. He waited until she turned her chin over her shoulder and looked at him with one wide eye.
“I’m going to set the pace, Niall.”
He knew that she’d understood his double meaning when an indefinable expression settled over her lovely, perspiration-damp features.
Good. It was best that she knew he was determined to be the one who set the parameters of their relationship. As long as it was purely sexual, Vic thought he could handle things just fine.
Just fucking fine, he thought wildly a few seconds later as he began to pound into her with a hard, forceful rhythm and the bed began to pitch and squeak in protest at his strenuous movements. Niall screamed at the impact. Her pussy began to convulse around him. Fluid heat gushed over his cock. The sensation was not something that a human male could endure without going temporarily mad.
He roared like a chained animal that had just chewed through its restraints. He dropped his hands next to her head and pressed his face to her neck, flexing his hips hard. Pleasure tore through him as her vagina squeezed every last drop of cum out of him. They weathered the tumult of their orgasms pressed tightly together, skin to skin.