Wicked Burn Page 6

Niall watched, spellbound, as he shoved down his jeans and a pair of white boxer briefs to his thighs. His cock jutted forward, heavy and hard, darkened and swollen with blood . . . ready to do business. He took the stiff pillar into his hand and stroked it slowly while she watched.

  Niall felt warm fluid gush into her panties at the erotic image. She moaned when Vic put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her toward him. She began to willingly sink to her knees, but he abruptly stopped her. He rapidly unbuttoned her blouse.

  “I want to see these while you suck me,” he muttered as he ran his fingers over one of her breasts. Her nipple immediately puckered tight for him.

  Vic felt her eyes on him. He paused in the process of whipping her blouse over her shoulders and met her gaze. For a second he froze at the sight of the mixed desire and confusion he saw glazing her eyes. He thought about telling her that he was so desperate at that moment because he’d thought of her time and again since he’d last touched her, recalled the musky, sweet taste of her pussy on his tongue, jacked off countless times as he replayed fucking her while she convulsed around him in orgasm.

  He could have gone to bed with another woman to take the edge off. There’d been plenty of opportunities to do just that. But Vic doubted that the tension that grew in him could be alleviated by anyone else . . . at least not totally. He’d anticipated having her again until his restraint sharpened his desire to a stabbing pain.

  So even though he saw uncertainty in her beautiful eyes, he chose to let the heat of the moment burn it away. She would either accept his ways or she wouldn’t. He couldn’t change who he was for a woman. He’d already tried that once.

  Didn’t work.

  He tossed her blouse onto his bed and reached behind her to unfasten her ivory satin bra. His eyes remained glued to her pointed little breasts after he’d bared her. He wanted to suck on the pert beauties until the fat nipples stood red and distended above the pale, tender flesh of her breasts. The crests were already hard and pebbled with arousal. She’d melt like sugar on his tongue . . .

  But his desire for Niall was so strong, so pure, that he couldn’t think of anything else but finding release at that moment. Once she’d taken the edge off, then maybe he could think about loving her slowly.

  Maybe.

  “Down on your knees, baby,” he ordered softly.

  Niall had to use Vic’s hips to steady herself as she sank before him, so dizzy had she become with desire. She didn’t know why she did what he demanded without hesitation. She couldn’t imagine allowing it with another man. His manner was harsh . . . crude, even.

  Her vaginal muscles contracted almost painfully. Her clit burned, starved for friction when she stared at the heavy erection that bobbed just an inch before her nose. The head of his cock was fat, fleshy, and smooth, clearly defined by a quarter-inch-thick ridge from the stalk.

  He was going to stretch her lips just as he had her pussy.

  The realization caused a wild hunger to spread from her lower belly in every direction until it pervaded her, leaving nothing untouched. She admitted the truth to herself before she pushed her tongue into the sensitive slit on the steely-hard knob of his penis, causing Vic to grunt sharply.

  She did what he wanted because it aroused her, because she wanted to. Vic Savian pitched her into an almost unbearable level of excitement.

  With that final thought she leaned forward and gave herself over completely to the sensation of him. Her tongue circled the fleshy head curiously, tracing the hard ridge beneath the full circumference once. Then she stiffened her tongue and polished that smooth knob until it was shiny, coating her tongue in the flavor of him—salty, musky man. Her eyes fluttered closed rapturously as she encircled the girth of his cock with her hand and began to slowly pump the steely hard, straight flesh of the stalk. Her tongue circled, pressed, and fluttered across the head. He felt indescribably good, like distilled power trapped and sheathed in the confinement of taut skin.

  She knew perfectly well she was teasing him. She sensed the tension in his lean body, heard his muted grunts. Her eyes opened and she glanced up at him furtively for confirmation—and yes. His handsome mouth pulled tight into a feral snarl. The sight made her clit pinch with excitement.

  But still she teased the tiger.

  Vic watched her through narrowed eyelids as her red tongue and tight, pumping hand tortured him. Her tongue was a limber tease, quick and elusive one moment, hard, stiff, and pressing the next. When she slapped at the straining head rapidly while she jacked the stalk with a loose fist, making his cock bob like a thirsty dog’s tongue, he cursed violently and palmed her head.

  “Suck on it, Niall, or I’m gonna spank your ass so hard you’re not going to be able to sit tomorrow.”

  He could have sworn he saw her give him that witchy little smile before she arrowed his cock into her warm, humid depths. Her tongue pressed up on him sinuously until he was lodged securely against the hard ridge of her upper lip. She applied a steady, eye-crossing suction.

  Ah, Christ, he’d been so right. Her mouth was made for sucking cock. Her mouth was made for sucking his cock.

  His fingers sank down into her soft hair, pressing against her skull as he began to thrust between her lips, subtly at first . . . just tiny electrical pulsations. But her strong suck drew him deeper. So he gave it to her.

  Yeah, he was a greedy bastard when it came to Niall.

  He rocked against her more strongly, insisting she take him deep. When she did, sliding the tip of his cock into her muscular throat, Vic’s eyes sprang open in ecstasy. He groaned gutturally when she slid him out sinuously until the head of his cock was trapped by tight lips, but before he could protest, she took him deep again. She repeated the process again and again until he became frantic with mounting need.

  “Yeah that’s right, suck me deep with that pretty mouth,” he rasped mindlessly.

  His eyes popped open moments later when he felt her move his cock so that she was taking him more shallowly in her mouth. He realized how forcefully he’d been thrusting his cock into her throat when he saw the tears that wet her cheeks.

  Still, she was hungry and horny for him. He could tell by the way she bobbed her head over him so rapidly and hummed a tune of pure satisfaction in her throat, vibrating his cock clear to the root, making his spine tingle with excitement. She gave the meaty head a healthy slap with her tongue on each outstroke. She made such an erotic picture with her soft, wavy blonde hair framing her face, her red lips stretched wide over his girth, her bare breasts trembling delicately as she moved back and forth on him, the nipples pulled tight and hard.

  When he felt her small hand caress his inner thigh and then cup a testicle, massaging him gently, Vic reached his limit. He immobilized her head with his hands and began to pump between her straining lips, deeper and deeper with each stroke.

  “If you’re going to tease, you’re going to have to pay the price. Suck it good and hard, sweet Niall.”

  Tendrils of excitement rippled in Niall’s lower belly, making her clit burn. Her nipples tightened painfully. Vic’s raw language and actions during sex turned her on like nothing she’d ever known. Perhaps it was crude, but it also struck her as being the most honest communication she’d ever heard in her life.

  He began to buck wildly into her mouth, the head of his cock massaging her throat. She gripped his ass with one hand, enthralled by the density of the large, tensing muscle as he fucked her mouth furiously. Niall knew that he wouldn’t let go of her head until he shot off in her mouth.

  She didn’t want him to.

  She loved him like this, so wild, unrestrained . . . raw. It was like having a beautiful, untamed animal allow her to ride him. Pride mixed with her arousal that she was able to pleasure him so greatly that he lost all sense of restraint.

  She felt his penis swell noticeably in her mouth. He clutched her head, keeping her in place. His body shuddered violently.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he muttered almost incohe
rently and began to fill her mouth and throat with his creamy, musky cum.

  Niall continued to suck and lick him long after the last burst of semen spilled on her tongue. His taste excited her to a fever pitch.

  Vic opened his eyes. His cock was still stiff in Niall’s mouth. She looked up at him with those big eyes and he smiled. He distantly recalled telling her to suck that cock hard, little girl. Vic had a habit of saying some pretty outrageous things when he was horny—they just sort of spilled out of his mouth—and it had occasionally gotten him into trouble with women. Jenny especially hadn’t appreciated it, given the seriousness of their relationship. She’d called him a pervert on more than one occasion. Toward the end of their relationship he had refrained from speaking at all during sex.

  So he was glad to see that Niall didn’t seem to mind his language. She looked incredibly sexy slurping away at his cock like a starved waif who had been given a rare treat.

  For a few seconds Vic seriously considered letting her bring him off all over again. But no . . . another time. He drew his partial erection out of her warm mouth, grimacing in agonized pleasure when he heard the moist popping noise his cock made when the thick rim cleared her tight lips. He put his hands on her shoulders and raised her to her feet.

  “Get undressed,” he muttered gruffly. But when she hastily began to unfasten her jeans, he stopped her with a hand on her jaw.

  She moaned softly into his mouth when he lowered his head and gave her a slow hot, open-mouthed kiss. His fingers came up to pluck and pinch her right nipple. His other hand lightly skimmed the bare skin at her waist, causing her to shiver.

  Vic forced himself to release Niall’s erect nipple, determined to make love to her for once while they were both completely naked. He’d never even gotten his jeans all the way off the other day, he thought with amused self-disgust.

  “Go on,” Vic prodded with a grin when he lifted his head and Niall just continued to stare up at him with a dazed expression. He brushed aside a tendril of silky hair from her cheek. She was so lovely. She didn’t seem to have the vaguest interest in playing the bedroom sophisticate, but she seduced him constantly with her desire-glazed eyes, her total response to his touch, and her sweet but paradoxically scorching hot smiles.

  And innocent, elfin appearance or no, she’d just deep throated his cock like no woman ever had before.

  Niall blinked at the sound of his amused voice. Her hands trembled in excitement as she unzipped the leather boots she’d been wearing with her jeans and peeled off her socks. Color flushed her cheeks, making him wonder if she was embarrassed about undressing in front of him. Her sexy smile when she glanced up and saw that he was already sprawled nude on the bed, his back propped against the headboard, belied self-consciousness in a big way, however.

  So did the fact that she unsnapped her jeans slowly, giving him a peak of her ivory satin underwear. When she knew that she had his attention, she inserted two fingers between the, fabric and her jeans and worked them between her labia, rubbing herself sensually. His breath stuck in his lungs when she deliberately pulled aside the satin and exposed her pink, glistening folds to him. Her hips rolled against the pressure of her rubbing fingers subtly . . . sensually. He stared, recalling all too well the sensation of her plump, juicy lips against his own fingers and tongue. After a moment he peeled his eyes away and met her gaze.

  His nostrils flared when he saw her little smile.

  “Get your naked butt over here,” he muttered darkly.

  He saw the flash of anxiety that leapt into her gaze, spicing her arousal. He waited tensely while she drew her jeans and panties over her legs. She approached the bed cautiously, more than likely sensing the rising tension in him. When she drew near him, he reached up, drawing her down next to him. He grabbed her wrist. Before Niall knew what he intended, he shoved both of her fingers into his mouth. He sucked and ran his tongue between them, greedy for her sweet cream. She yelped in surprise a few seconds later when he abruptly hauled her over his lap.

  “Oh!” she cried out in alarm when he spanked her bottom twice. Smack, smack! She struggled in his lap, but he held her down tightly with his left arm at her back. She twisted her hips desperately but he didn’t mind if she made her pretty little fanny a moving target. He gave her three more brisk spankings.

  “This is what you get for teasing me, Niall,” he told her warmly before he popped her ass twice more. She squirmed beneath him but he took his time palming and squeezing her bottom. Her ass was like the rest of her: curvy, firm, and tight. She fit in his palm perfectly.

  He removed his arm from her back and urged her up. What he’d just done had shocked Niall, but it had profoundly aroused her as well. She had tried to delete from her mind the fact that Vic had spanked her that first time while he pounded into her body . . . not to mention that she had climaxed thunderously when he did. She had never considered herself to be the type of woman who would become aroused by being spanked. But her clit throbbed and burned unbearably while she had struggled against Vic’s hard body, her belly pressing tightly to his erection as he held her down and swatted her bottom at his leisure.

  Guess you learn something new about yourself every day, Niall thought dazedly as Vic pulled her up until she straddled his lap. He had already torn the wrapper off a condom and was in the process of sliding it down the considerable length of his reanimated cock. Her pussy sizzled at the erotic sight, but she forced herself to frown in disapproval when Vic met her eyes. She couldn’t let him get away with spanking her as he just had.

  Nevertheless, when his lips curved into that naughty, sexy cowboy grin, she didn’t utter a word of protest. Her body moved in synchronization with his as his left arm encircled her waist and he held up his cock.

  Niall gasped when he lowered her slowly, skewering her with his steely hard flesh.

  Vic’s grin faded into oblivion at the sensation of her muscular, clasping vagina enfolding the first several inches of his cock. He pumped up with his hips while he held her steady for his thrust. A grunt of savage satisfaction vibrated his throat when he slipped into her tight, slippery sheath another few inches.

  “Ah, Christ, you’ve got the sweetest little pussy,” he muttered between clenched teeth. He felt her tremble in his hands. His eyes leapt to her face. He immediately paused when he saw discomfort blending with her arousal. Guilt dimmed his lust. Maybe he shouldn’t be fucking her like this until she’d become more accustomed to him. When he was on top of her, he could apply a steady downward pressure at the same time that he opened her body wide with his hands.

  But then he felt her vaginal muscles tightening around him, drawing him inward, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to back out of her.

  “Try to relax,” he soothed. He sent the thumb of the hand that cradled her between the flushed, swollen folds of her labia. He felt her quiver and flex around his cock as he began to stimulate her clit. Her eyes fluttered closed as he plucked and pressed against that well-lubricated little button. His teeth clenched tight in restraint when she began to make tiny circular undulations with her hips, stroking his cock to as much good effect as she stimulated herself.

  She put her hands on his shoulders and bucked forward slightly with her hips, getting the indirect pressure she needed on her clit in order to come.

  “Fuck,” Vic grated out as he watched Niall do a subtle, erotic little dance on the end of his cock. When he felt her heat flood around him and heard her sexy little whimpers, when her muscular walls began to massage him, he growled in agonized pleasure.

  “Get down on that,” he muttered through a snarl. He grabbed her hips and thrust up until his aching balls pressed snugly to her wet, delicate tissues.

  She cried out sharply. Her body began to shudder more violently in orgasm. She pressed her face to his neck and whimpered mindlessly as pleasure crashed through her.

  Vic’s eyes remained clamped shut. The combination of holding her while she shuddered in climax and being buried in the epicente
r of it was indescribably arousing. He hung on desperately for control as Niall trembled and milked his cock like a silken fist. When her spasms finally waned, he took a few moments to gather himself, feeling like the survivor of a particularly powerful storm.

  Niall’s eyes blinked open heavily when she felt Vic spread his big hands along her hips, sinking his fingers into her buttocks.

  “Ahhhh,” she moaned uncontrollably when he began to slowly rock her up and down and around on his cock. She had dazedly wondered earlier, when he had first pierced her flesh with his cock, how she could have loved it so much that first night. He filled her to the point of unbearable tightness. But as the hard, smooth knob of his penis slowly massaged some supersensitive place deep inside of her, Niall recalled why she’d become so frantic with lust.

  She remembered all too well.

  “Yes . . . oh, yes!” she cried breathlessly. Her hips began to join in the pleasurable rhythm of their mating.

  “Lean back a little,” Vic ordered tensely. When she did, his eyes fixed on the hard, dark pink berries of her nipples as she moved on top of him like a sleek, sinuous cat. When she held on to his shoulders and started to wildly buck up and down on his cock, he winced at the pleasure. He spanked her bottom lightly, getting her attention.

  “Hold still a minute,” he ordered, his eyes flashing up to her sweat-glazed face. He willed his hips to stay still even though he was sheathed in a wet, warm pussy that was both about two sizes too small for his cock and fit him perfectly—whichever way you wanted to look at it.

  Niall stared down at him, panting heavily as he secured her hip with one hand while the other trailed gently up the sensitive side of her torso. She bit her lip to restrain a loud moan. Something about the way that Vic could be so hard and relentless during lovemaking, but at the same time gave the lightest, most sensitive caresses, excited her unbearably.