Wicked Burn(88)

Not particularly comfortable with that thought, he focused on applying a coat of lubricant to the mushroom-shaped cap of the plug and his first two fingers. He set the plug on the table before he turned back to her. The anxiety he saw in her eyes as she stared at the glistening black plug on the table made his heart go out to her.

He gently brushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen on her cheek as he put his hand between her spread thighs.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, baby,” he soothed as he pushed his forefinger into the tight little ring of her rectum and she gasped. He kissed her parted lips lightly as he began to probe her smooth, tight channel. “I’ve finger-f*cked you before and you liked it, right?” he reminded her silkily as he watched her expression through hooded eyelids. The sensation of her hot, clinging channel had always turned him on immeasurably, but he’d always refrained from trying to f*ck her there, sensing her anxiety.

But tonight he wouldn’t be denied anything when it came to Niall.

“Yes,” Niall admitted softly against his mouth as he plucked at her lips.

He closed his eyes, completely focused on the sensation of pushing his second finger into her virgin tunnel and burrowing into her soft heat.

“It’s going to feel so good, baby,” he whispered before he kissed her again, his fingers moving in and out of her more smoothly. He opened his eyes when he felt her begin to move her hips against him in a counterrhythm. “There . . . you like that don’t you?”

Niall stared at him wide-eyed and nodded.

He smiled before he twisted his torso around and reached for the plug.

“Is it . . . going to hurt?” she asked as he slid his fingers out of her and moved between her thighs.

“Maybe a little at first,” he admitted huskily. He lifted her opened legs by sliding his forearm beneath her knees and pushing back, exposing her pink, muscular opening to his gaze. “But then it’s gonna make you burn and you’re going to explode for me.”

He pressed the fat mushroom shape to her tiny opening. The sight made his cock surge uncomfortably, but it made him hesitate, too.

She looked so small in comparison to the girth of the plug. He’d bought a smaller version of the plug in deference to her size, but he had to prepare her to take him, and he was much larger than the plug in girth and length.

“Turn on the butterfly, Niall—to a higher setting,” he instructed. He watched as she did what he said, and the subtle tension of arousal began to settle in her lithesome muscles once again. “Press the vibrator down against you.” When she pressed her fingertips down against the yellow body of the butterfly and moaned in pleasure, he pushed the fat end of the plug into her ass.

She cried out in surprised discomfort.

“Shhh,” he soothed, holding the invader in place, knowing from experience that her initial sharp blast of pain would fade quickly. He caught her eye when she quieted. “That was the worst of it, baby,” he assured her. Before she could say anything else, he pushed the rest of the three-and-a-half-inch plug into her and wedged the base between her firm cheeks.

“Ahhhh!” she cried out, but Vic could tell that her exclamation had been more in surprise than pain this time. Surprise and something else, he realized as she began to pant shallowly as he released her legs. He grabbed both of her wrists and came down over her, keeping the majority of his weight off of her by resting an elbow below her shoulders.

“Okay?” he whispered as he gently took her wrists in one hand and pressed them on the pillows behind her head.

“Oh,” she mumbled. “Oh, Vic, it is starting to burn.”

He felt her shift her hips beneath him, trying to get pressure once again on the butterfly. He lifted his hips off her, though.

“You’re so sexy, Niall,” he praised thickly. “You’re the most responsive woman I’ve ever known.”

She moaned beneath him, her hips twisting, making herself a moving target.

“Hold your ass still. I’m going to f*ck your * for a little bit,” he told her firmly enough to break through her increasing moans and pants. He rolled onto his hip and grasped his hard cock, using the tip to push aside the elastic band of the vibrator. His teeth clenched in pleasure at the sensation of her clinging, fluid entry.

He reared up over her and thrust.

Both of them gasped in tandem.

“Christ, that’s good,” he muttered as he began to stroke her. The plug made her usually tight channel even smaller in circumference as it pressed at her far wall. The sensation was so damn good that he forgot his restraint for a few moments and f*cked her lustily. He met her eyes as he slammed down into her, tip to balls. She dripped with wetness.

Her red lips trembled. She whimpered. He glanced down. Her nipples looked like large, pebbled red berries capping her white, thrusting breasts.

“A . . . f*ck,” Vic muttered in anguish as he ripped his cock out of the heaven of her and dived for the switch of the vibrator.

“Don’t you dare come, Niall. Not yet,” he ordered harshly.

Her eyes blinked open sluggishly. Her body rose up off the bed several inches, rigid with the need for release. Her hips danced for a moment in the air as she desperately sought relief.

“Let me come, Vic. Please . . . I can’t take this anymore,” she whispered.

His heart went out to her in her misery, but he held firm. He leaned down and licked the sweat off her upper lip, letting the taste linger on his tongue. “You’re not going to come until my cock is in your ass.”