Wicked Burn(82)

And he didn’t care.

He spanked her right cheek briskly.

“Hold your ass still,” he rasped.

She whimpered as he worked his cock into her while she remained motionless, drawing out several inches only to claim another half inch with each downstroke. He growled gutturally when he finally pressed his balls to her moist tissues. Her * squeezed and flexed around his length, torturing him. Niall cried out in agonized pleasure when his cock jerked inside her tight sheath.

Vic’s hands fell on the top of the headboard, and he began to pump her long and slow. He shut his eyes tightly when he realized that he stared fixedly at where their bodies joined and that the sight, in combination with the sublime sensation of her hot, muscular channel, was about to make him lose all remnants of restraint.

Christ, how could he have forgotten how good she felt? She was so wet from her arousal, so hot it was as if her muscular vagina was lined with heated, slippery oil. The scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, taking away the little control that he’d gained by closing his eyes. The sounds of her sexy little whimpers and cries hardly helped his cause, either.

He was going to have to f*ck her morning, noon, night, and then some, to get her out of his system.

He increased his tempo and the strength of his thrusts, smacking their flesh together briskly. His bed banged into the wall with each of his forceful strokes. Niall whined plaintively, the sound driving him sexually berserk. He saw that her knuckles were white as she desperately clung to the bed, as though she were trying to hold on as a storm swirled around her, beating at her ruthlessly. She began to shift her hips in tiny little electrical counterstrokes up and down the length of his cock.

Vic gritted his teeth and swatted her bottom twice. She stilled immediately. He waited until she turned her chin over her shoulder and looked at him with one wide eye.

“I’m going to set the pace, Niall.”

He knew that she’d understood his double meaning when an indefinable expression settled over her lovely, perspiration-damp features.

Good. It was best that she knew he was determined to be the one who set the parameters of their relationship. As long as it was purely sexual, Vic thought he could handle things just fine.

Just f*cking fine, he thought wildly a few seconds later as he began to pound into her with a hard, forceful rhythm and the bed began to pitch and squeak in protest at his strenuous movements. Niall screamed at the impact. Her * began to convulse around him. Fluid heat gushed over his cock. The sensation was not something that a human male could endure without going temporarily mad.

He roared like a chained animal that had just chewed through its restraints. He dropped his hands next to her head and pressed his face to her neck, flexing his hips hard. Pleasure tore through him as her vagina squeezed every last drop of cum out of him. They weathered the tumult of their orgasms pressed tightly together, skin to skin.

Oh, yeah, Vic thought as he panted desperately for air a moment later. He could survive this just f*cking dandy. He’d just have to be careful not to lose any vital organs in the process.

Or anything vital. Period.

Niall felt like her bones had been removed and warm mush put in their place. She gently thudded onto Vic’s chest, incapable of volitional movement when he came down next to her and curved his arm beneath her, tilting her against him. Seconds passed, then minutes. Their ragged pants eventually smoothed to a matched, even rhythm.

Niall knew that Vic didn’t want to talk. So for several full moments she allowed herself the sublime pleasure of lying in his strong arms, feeling his crisp chest hair on her cheek . . . breathing in his unique scent. There were plenty of times in the past few months that she’d despaired of ever experiencing those things again, after all.

But eventually the need to speak could be ignored no longer.

“Thank you for taking me with you on Traveler,” she whispered into his skin. “He’s a beautiful animal.”

“You weren’t afraid?” Vic asked in a soft rumble. Niall rubbed her cheek against the subtle vibration resounding through his chest.

“A little, at first,” she admitted. She lifted her head and met his gaze. “But once I was up there, all I could think about was you.”

He watched her for a few seconds. His hand rose jerkily, as though it’d been restrained where it lay on the bed and he’d suddenly broken free. Niall purred softly when he plunged his fingers into her hair and lightly massaged her scalp.

“My guess is the next time you get on a horse will be easier for you, and the time after that, easier still. You just had a block you needed to get past.”

She closed her eyes, savoring the pleasure of his touch. She figured she was either a moron or a masochist for ruining such a lovely moment.

“Vic, we need to talk about this.”

His hand stilled in her hair. “There’s nothing to talk about, Niall. We wanted each other and we had sex. It’s simple, really.”

Niall placed her elbows on the bed and looked up at him. He suddenly seemed so distant.

“I want to be able to talk to you about what happened last December . . . what happened before that . . . what happened to me years ago—”

He sat up so quickly that it left Niall a little stunned. One second she’d been staring into his impassive face and narrowed eyes, and the next she was looking at his naked back as he sat at the edge of the bed.