Wicked Burn(34)

It wasn’t the Scotch that made Niall dizzy as she tried to stand. His hold on her hips tightened to steady her as she rose. He leaned back on his hands and stared up at her without speaking while she shrugged out of her jacket. Her fingers slid below the waistband of her sweatpants.

“Take off your shirt and bra first.”

Niall smiled and shook her head, but she did what he asked. “Enjoying yourself?” she teased when she removed her bra and dropped it on top of her other clothing on the floor.

“I am, actually. Thanks for asking.”

His eyes adhered to her exposed breasts. The room was chilly but Niall knew perfectly well that wasn’t the reason her nipples pulled into tight, sensitive darts.

“Play with them. Pinch your nipples.”

Niall started at the unexpected request. The idea of touching herself while he watched struck her as extremely intimate.

Not to mention unbearably exciting, Niall acknowledged as liquid heat flooded her *.

“You just have to make a production out of everything, don’t you?” she asked huskily as her hands rose. He made that subtle rolling motion of his jaw that drove her lust-crazy.

“I’m a guy. The visuals excite me.”

Niall wasn’t a guy, but the sight of him watching her made her sizzle with sexual tension. She skimmed her fingertips along the curve of her lower breasts. Funny, she’d never realized how soft the skin was. Is that what Vic thought when he touched her? Her excitement grew when she lifted her breasts in her palms, feeling how taut and firm the flesh was. For a moment she kept the flesh cradled in her hands, as if in offering to the beautiful, sexy man who watched her actions with such an erotically intense focus. When she pinched her erect nipples lightly both of them groaned in tandem. She thought she’d just been touching herself for Vic, but the stimulation of her own flesh felt good.

It felt very good.

Her thighs clamped tightly together as she continued to play with herself more eagerly. Her gaze lowered to the obvious bulge in Vic’s jeans. The memory of his heavy erection on her tongue, the sensation of the thick rim beneath the head slipping between her tight lips made her pinch her nipples tight. She tugged on them, loving the sensation almost as much as the hot flash of lust that blazed into Vic’s eyes.

She recalled how he’d played with her while she was tied to the bed the other day. She cupped both breasts in her hands and lifted them before she released them, letting the firm flesh bounce back into place. She did that only three times, firmly pinching her nipples in the interim, before Vic jerked forward.

“Enough,” he said tensely. “Take off the rest of your clothes and come here.”

He tapped the carpeting in front of him.

Niall hurried. She couldn’t wait to get down on that floor with him. She knelt in front of him, naked and breathless.

“You chilly?” he asked, his eyes running over her stiff nipples and the pebbled skin of her arms.

“Not really,” Niall answered. In fact, she wouldn’t have been surprised if steam rose from her throat when she opened her mouth to speak, she was so hot at her core.

Her internal temperature notched up several more degrees when Vic stood and tore at the button fly of his jeans. He shoved them down around his thighs and her eyes lowered.

She licked her lower lip hungrily at the sight of his cock jutting from his body.

He dropped to his knees, sank back on his feet, and grabbed her to him in one quick, fluid motion that surprised Niall. Within the matter of a second the dense, tapered head of his cock brushed against her cheek.

Vic’s hand spread on the back of her head.

“It turned me on so much watching you that I’m about to explode. You’re going to finish what you started, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to give me some relief first. It won’t take much, trust me. Suck, Niall.” His characteristically raspy voice sounded a little desperate.

But Niall was already sliding the fat, delineated head of Vic’s cock—that same delicious cap that she’d been fantasizing about for weeks now—between her tightly pursed lips. She slapped at it warmly with her tongue when it was inserted in her mouth. Vic’s grunts of pleasure escalated her excitement. She pushed down on him, loving the feeling of the thick pillar of his shaft stretching her lips and sliding heavily across her tongue.

She alternated between taking him deep and slow and bobbing her head over him from mid staff to just below the head fast and forcefully. When her lust for the delicious, fat knob of his cock overcame her, she tightly fisted and pumped the slick shaft while she explored it. She fluttered her tongue over the thick rim, then pushed her tightened lips over it repeatedly, memorizing the sensation.

The rising tension in Vic’s muscles caused heat to flood her tissues. She pictured in her mind what it would be like if he lost control because of her teasing and held her down on the soft carpeting, impaling her with the long, stiff spear of flesh that pulsed between her lips. She nibbled at the smooth skin on the head, scraping her teeth along the skin delicately, taunting him with her power over him.

Vic growled like an animal and gripped his fingers in her hair, applying a steady downward pressure. “Dammit, when I said suck, I meant suck.”

He pushed her down over him. He flexed his hips at the same time that he controlled the movement of her mouth with his hand on her head. Her throat muscles relaxed with each successive stroke of his cock in her narrow channel, becoming more accustomed to the harsh treatment. Eventually he just held her steady and pumped into her with frantic upward bucking motions of his hips.