Wicked Burn(35)

“Ah, f*ck, that’s good,” he grunted as his seed began to pour into her throat. “Take it all. Every drop of it,” he insisted between clenched teeth as he held her immobile on his spasming cock.

Niall swallowed madly but still struggled to keep up with the sheer volume of cum that he shot. Her mouth and throat flooded with his salty, musky, singular taste. He choked her, overwhelmed her, drowned her with the essence of him.

And she gloried in it. She wanted more.

By the time he gently raised her off his sated penis, Niall’s clit burned, needy for friction. It amazed her how much sucking Vic’s cock stimulated her. She loved to make herself the wide-open pasture in which he ran free and wild.

“Now I might be able to watch you finish with some measure of calm,” Vic muttered drolly.

Her eyes raced up to meet his. “Watch me?” she rasped. Vic’s cock plunging into her throat repeatedly had made her usually husky voice even more rough.

Vic palmed the side of her head and leaned down to plant a hot, quick kiss on her lips.

He nodded. “I want to watch you like before,” he explained patiently as he encouraged her to lie on the floor. Niall just stared up at him, confused. His gray eyes met hers. “I want you to masturbate.”

“Why?” she asked in stark disbelief.

His low, rumbling laugh made her shiver. So did his fingertips skimming along her thigh. “Yeah it’s pretty hard to figure out why a guy would want to watch a gorgeous woman touch herself until she exploded.”

Niall just stared, speechless as he matter-of-factly scooted her body until her knees were on either side of his hips. Before she could guess what he was about, he reached between her thighs and pushed two fingers into her *. Niall yelped and then whimpered as he thrust into her hard for several strokes. She pushed her hips desperately against the pressure. Vic’s forceful finger penetration—not to mention his grunt of appreciation when he discovered just how wet she was—had Niall right on the edge of climax.

But then Vic abruptly withdrew with a slurping sound. Niall panted shallowly as she watched him shove his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean while he watched her. He grabbed her hand and placed it at the juncture of her thighs.

“Go on, Niall,” he prodded when he slid his fingers out of his mouth, having swallowed all of her cream. “I’m waiting.”

Niall thought about telling him that he was going to keep waiting, but she wasn’t a fool. It wasn’t really as hard as she might have imagined, to suddenly do something publicly that had always been private. Besides, Vic had gotten her so worked up.

She really needed this.

Her forefinger slid between the swollen, damp folds of her labia. Her clit was bathed in a sticky pool of her juices. Vic made her hotter than she’d ever been in her life. He must, for her to be acting in this impulsive, uncharacteristic . . . downright wanton manner. Her hips began to circle and pulse against the pressure of her hand. She massaged the nerve-packed flesh until the heels of her feet sizzled in sympathy with her burning clit.

“Spread your thighs wider,” she heard Vic demand through the haze of her cresting arousal.

She complied, opening herself to his gaze fully . . . exposing herself . . . holding nothing back from him.

“Do you ever use toys when you masturbate?”

That did make her pause. Was there nothing he would allow her to keep secret when it came to sex? She realized that his gaze had switched to her face and that he was waiting for an answer.

“Sometimes.” More than I ever have in my life since I met you, she added to herself.

“What do you use?”

She bit her lip in hesitation, but her * didn’t seem to mind the intimate conversation at all. In fact, her clit ached so acutely that she had to stroke it as she answered him.

“I have a little silver bullet vibrator.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes,” she replied testily.

His lips twitched at her irritation before his eyes focused again on her busy hand between her thighs.

Niall moaned at the impact of his penetrating gaze. It felt like a tangible touch, sending her flame higher. Her other hand came down and dipped into the snug tunnel of her *. She moaned and bucked her hips against the added pressure for just a moment before she withdrew. She spread the lubrication on her fingertips across her nipple, sliding and pinching at the sensitive crest, rolling it tightly between her fingertips at the same rate that she bucked her hips against her hand.

She heard Vic curse. Her half-closed eyelids widened when she took in his rigid features and the gleam of excitement in his light eyes as he watched her pleasure herself.

That look sent her over the edge. She whimpered in tense anticipation and then cried out sharply as she fell over the edge of orgasm. Her climax escalated to a nearly unbearable pitch when Vic plunged his fingers deep into her vagina. Instead of thrusting them out of her, he kept them there, rubbing and vibrating her while she screamed in pleasure and her juices gushed around him.

When her eyelids eventually flickered open, she saw that he leaned over her, his fingers still inside her * . . . that naughty little grin on his face.

“You’re one hell of a sexy woman.”

“You better not be making fun of me, Vic,” she admonished between pants for air.

She smiled when his deep laugh rolled through her awareness, making her nipples tighten even in her post-orgasmic state.