Wicked Burn(17)

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 *.

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.”