Wicked Burn(86)

Niall writhed in a haze of blissful agony when he inserted two fingers into her drenched slit and twisted his wrist before he withdrew. Her hips bounced on the bed at the unexpected harsh jolt of pleasure that rocketed through her. Vic’s steady suck on her clit pitched her excitement unbearably higher. When she felt his fingers withdraw from her aching vagina, along her perineum to her sensitive *, her lips and eyes parted wide in tense anticipation.

His tongue polished her clit until Niall was surprised it didn’t burn, it sizzled with so much heat. She begged him for release between cries of bliss, without ever being conscious of forming the words. When he pushed his finger into her ass to the first knuckle, withdrew and quickly reinserted it all the way, Niall screamed helplessly in orgasm. He kept her flying around the realms of bliss for a seeming eternity by sucking on her clit relentlessly and finger-f*cking her ass with increasing force while pleasure blasted through her.

When her spasms finally slowed and dissipated, Vic withdrew his finger and sat up.

“I have something for you,” he muttered hoarsely as he drew his shirt over his head. His eyes glowed with banked desire as he stood and looked down at her.

“What?” Niall asked as she watched him unsnap his jeans. She was a little disappointed that he didn’t lower them but instead headed to his closet. He reached so far into the back of it that Niall thought he was going to fall in before he finally straightened, holding a crumpled sack. Her brows furrowed in curiosity when he paused by his dresser and removed something that she couldn’t quite see because he placed it behind his thick watch, which was turned on its side. He returned to the bedside still carrying the sack.

Niall didn’t question him any more in the tense silence that followed as she watched him remove his clothing. Her arousal kicked up to a slow, steady burn once again at the sight of his muscles rippling beneath taut, tanned skin and his penis bobbing up eagerly when it was released from the constraints of a pair of snug boxer briefs. The thick, tapered head seemed to wave at her teasingly as he moved, making her mouth water. Vic reached into the bag and removed a box. He opened it and spilled the contents into his hand before he dumped the packaging onto his bedside table and knelt on the bed.

“Vic? What . . . ?” her voice trailed off in amazement when he slipped something over one foot and then the other. Before she knew it, he was pulling black elastic straps over her hips, almost as if he’d just pulled a pair of underwear on her. Niall’s eyes widened as she sat up slightly and stared down at her crotch while he tightened the straps with sure hands.

Only this wasn’t like any pair of underwear she’d ever seen. What looked like a yellow butterfly spread its wings over her labia, the round little body directly over her clit.

“It’s a vibrator,” Vic said gruffly when he saw her bemused expression. As if to prove his point, he flipped a switch on the little battery pack that Niall hadn’t noticed until now. She gasped at the quick, fluttering vibrations on her most sensitive flesh. “I was going to give it to you last Christmas but . . . never got the chance.

“How’s that speed?” Vic asked gruffly after a moment, as he studied her face.

“Nice,” Niall mumbled, wide-eyed at the delicious sensation of the butterfly buzzing. Not as nice as Vic’s skilled tongue but still . . . very nice, indeed.

“Good,” he murmured. He spread her thighs and moved between them, the action causing her labia to part and the butterfly to flutter against her more intimately. Niall groaned as she watched Vic reach for a condom in his bedside table. After he’d rolled it on, he spread one hand over her hip and pressed down on the butterfly lightly . . . teasingly. When she tried to twist her hips at the intense sensation, he held her steady.

Niall gasped. Her facial muscles tightened.

“Vic,” she moaned as she stared up at him and her pleasure mounted. She spread her hand across his rib and flicked his nipple with her fingernail.

“That’s right, Niall,” he whispered tensely. “Touch me.”

He moved, flexing the arm that held her hip while the other held his rigid member poised at the ready. Niall moaned when he entered her. Vic flexed his hips until his cock was sheathed halfway in her body. His hands fell down next to her head as his eyes met hers.

“Touch me everywhere,” he grated before he pushed his cock all the way into her.

Niall’s expression broke at the abrupt pleasure of his thrusting cock combined with the subtler sensation of the butterfly vibrator on her clit. But what made the moment even more poignant was his request to for her to touch him. Vic—who typically preferred to restrain her hands while he gave her almost more pleasure than she could endure—was allowing her to touch him . . . to love him.

She did, glorying in the sensations of smooth skin gloving flexing muscles as he moved in and out of her with long, satisfying strokes just as much as she did the feeling of his cock stimulating and rubbing her deepest reaches so thoroughly. Her fingers worshipped his strong back, her palms curved around his tight, flexing ass. When she skimmed her nails along the skin at the side of his torso, it roughened beneath her fingertips. She saw his small, brown nipples stiffen noticeably. Niall leaned up and ran the tip of her tongue over one sensitive morsel. She flicked at it more insistently once she’d experienced the deliciousness of the pebbled flesh, running the sensitive tip of her tongue over it to feel each fascinating little bump. She cried out in aroused disbelief when he grabbed her hips and began to thrust into her more demandingly.