Wicked Burn(36)
“If I were any more f*cking serious, I probably would have had a heart attack just now.” He leaned over and sealed his lips to hers.
“Show me where you’re going to put your bed,” he muttered when he raised his head after a kiss that had left Niall humming with arousal all over again. “I’m gonna f*ck you there, and I want you to remember it when you lie in bed at night if I’m not around.”
Niall swallowed convulsively as she stared up at him. Yeah, she’d remember all right.
She’d remember well.
EIGHT
Vic stood and helped her to her feet. She still seemed dazed from her orgasm—cheeks flushed a rosy pink, eyelids weighted, breath coming in uneven puffs across her red, swollen lips. He’d felt her muscular vaginal walls tightening and flexing around his fingers. She’d given herself a nice blast, that much was for certain.
He couldn’t wait to be buried in her the next time she blew.
The image of her stroking her clit so rapidly while she tugged on her nipple and whimpered in pleasure would probably be replayed across the screen of the back of his eyelids during autoerotic moments until he was an old, dried up man. That memory would provide him with some much-needed juice, that’s for sure, Vic thought wryly as he hastily removed his clothing.
“Where?” he asked tautly when he’d kicked his jeans off his feet and dug in the pocket for his wallet, extracting a condom.
Her big eyes flickered over his naked body, lingering on his erection as he slid the latex over it. That’s for you, baby. He had to stop himself from saying it out loud when she stared at him so hungrily. That’s what you get for having such a tight, sleek little body and a sweeter, hotter response to me than I could have conjured up in my wildest fantasies.
Niall transferred her gaze to the north side of the bedroom and nodded.
“Go and bend over with your hands up against the wall.”
He watched her as she followed his orders. He loved the subtle, feminine sashay of her hips as she walked and the beguiling sway of her round ass. She peered around her shoulder when she’d positioned herself against the wall and he approached her from behind. Her eyes looked enormous as she watched him take his erect cock in his hand.
“Spread your thighs some,” he said as he held back a firm ass cheek and rubbed the tip of his cock into her wet, tender cleft. He grunted when he found her juicy opening. He leaned over her and encircled her waist, raising her feet slightly off the floor in his hunger to get inside of her.
Fuck. He had a good eleven inches on her in the height department. The angle was all wrong. He could make it work, but Vic wanted to concentrate on the incredible feeling of being inside Niall, not the awkward positioning of their bodies.
“Don’t move,” he growled as he placed her toes back on the floor.
“Vic?” Niall asked in amazement when he abruptly stalked out of the room. She looked thoroughly confused when he returned a few seconds later, carrying an empty crate from downstairs. He tossed it in the middle of the space where her bed would be.
“Change of set plans,” he said as he tossed his shirt on the plywood plank. “Stand on that, Niall.”
“Vic . . .” she began when he grabbed her hand and helped her onto the fabric covered crate. He dealt with her uncertainty by leaning forward and lustily kissing her. His hands found their way to her firm breasts without conscious thought, massaging and shaping them in his palms. “There. Isn’t that better?” he asked a few seconds later against her lips. “You’re almost as tall as me now.” He rubbed his lips hungrily against her small grin. His cock batted against her belly.
“See what you do to me, baby?” he cajoled.
“It’s only fair,” she murmured in that husky voice he loved. She leaned forward and nipped at his lips with her small front teeth. “I want you to know that you’re the only person that I would ever stand up on this crate for like a circus elephant.”
“More like a circus pixie,” he muttered as he nibbled her neck.
“There’s no such thing.”
He just grinned.
“You’re going to f*ck me while I’m standing up here, aren’t you?” she asked in a voice thick with both lust and amusement.
“Now you get the idea.” He kissed her sweet mouth once more. “Turn around and bend over.”
He smiled in pure anticipation when she did, parting her thighs, grabbing her ankles, and arching her back into a position that screamed “f*ck me good and hard.”
His hand spread across her hip and ass cheek, parting her for his penis. Their angle was perfect now for a nice, taut ride. He guided himself to her drenched, clinging sheath, his lungs burning because he forgot to draw air in his excitement. He finally inhaled with a hissing noise when he pushed the plum-sized head of his cock into her and he was surrounded by her heat.
She moaned shakily. His hands rose to her hips, gliding across the silky skin of her ass, soothing her.
He bucked his hips slowly at first. The wet, sucking sound that the rim of his penis made every time he drew it almost out of her made him want to skewer her tight little * in one stroke. But he restrained, enjoying the sensation too much, liking the way the erotic slurping sounds mixed with Niall’s whimpers and purrs.
“You’re so tight,” he muttered roughly as he pushed himself another inch into her clinging flesh and began to rock in and out of her. “I don’t think I’d ever get it in you if you didn’t get so wet for me.”