Elastic Hearts (Hearts #3)(56)

“Fuck. Yes, Nicole,” he said, his voice raw as he stripped out of his pants, taking his boxer briefs with them. My heart stopped for a second as I looked at his erection and just how ready he was for me. His hand closed over it as he pumped and watched me. I moaned, slipping my fingers along my folds, remembering what he felt like inside me.

“You look so f*cking beautiful right now,” he said. “I wish you could see yourself.”

“You look so f*cking beautiful right now,” I said, biting my lip to stifle another moan. “I wish you would touch me instead of yourself.”

His jaw clenched as he stepped toward me. It was as if his self-control snapped in that instance.

His hands gripped my panties and pulled, the thong biting into my ass as he ripped them off me.

He brought his face down to my chest, making his way to one of my nipples and licking, biting, tugging before sucking the entire thing into his mouth. My hands flew to his hair and pulled.

“Holy shit,” I said, feeling the sensation everywhere. “Victor.”

“Yes,” he said against my other nipple. “Keep saying my name. Tell me how much you want this.”

“I want this so much,” I said, a gasp when he made his way down my stomach, licking, biting, dragging his teeth all the way to my clit and sucking it into his mouth. “Oh my God.” He licked the seam, up and down, not leaving any bit of it untouched by his tongue, before focusing on my clit again.

“Tell me, Nicole,” he said, tugging at my lips. “Tell me how much you missed this.”

I groaned, my pelvis jumping at how good his mouth felt on me.

“Tell me how much you need this,” he continued as he groaned, putting more pressure on that spot. I felt my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my toes curling, a burn gradually moving from the tips of my toes to the top of my head as an orgasm began to wash over me. He kept licking me, sucking me, even after I screamed out his name. I shook my head, pulling at his head.

“I can’t,” I said in a whimper. He kissed the inside of my thighs and replaced his mouth with his fingers as he made his way up my body, his eyes right in front of mine. “Victor,” I cried out again when he pushed his fingers inside me. He didn’t do it slowly. He didn’t let my body acclimate to anything.

He wanted me to feel it.

And I did.

Everywhere.

“I am going to f*ck you so hard,” he said, lowering his face to suck on the side of my neck.

“I thought you said no quick—” I said, gasping loudly when his fingers began to move against my clit and inside me all at once.

“Does this feel like a quickie?” he asked as the tips of his fingers stroked my clit, bringing another orgasm out of me. I cried out again and again.

“No,” I said, my voice barely containing the shrill behind it. He took his fingers out and licked them one by one as he looked down at me. My head was still clouded with what had just happened, but the sight of him licking his fingers, and knowing it was me he was tasting—savoring—with a look of ecstasy on his face that made my core tighten more than it already was. Victor didn’t let me take breaks. He didn’t give me time to sit up and try to please him. Instead, he propped a hand on either side of my head and pushed himself inside me. I screamed, my back arching off the bed. He was so big. I felt so. Fucking. Full.

He paused his movements. I shot him a confused look.

“You okay?” he asked. I nodded wildly.

“More than okay.”

“You sure? You look like you stopped breathing there for a while.”

“I don’t need to breathe. I just need you to f*ck me.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his mouth coming down to my ear. “How would you like to be f*cked? You want me to go slow?” He pushed in and pulled out slowly. So. Slowly. In and out. In and out.

“Fuck,” I said. “Fuck.” It was the only thing I could make out. It was the only word I could even think.

“You like this?” he asked, his hips moving in and out in a slow, long tempo that had me searching for my next breath.

“Fast.” I gasped. “Hard.”

He groaned, pulling out of me completely, and flipped me over. “Get on your knees.” I did, and shrieked when he slapped my ass hard. “You like that?” he asked, his voice raw. “You like it when I slap your ass like that?”

I whimpered. It’s not that I hadn’t had someone slap my ass before, but the way he did it, the things he said while he did it? I felt like I was going to come right there. I pushed my hips back, wordlessly begging him to f*ck me. He grabbed my hips and pounded into me. I shrieked again. This time, he didn’t go slow. He f*cked me hard, pumping inside me hard, reaching for my hair and tying it to his hand as he pulled me up. The bite of it felt good. Everything felt so good. I couldn’t even remember what my sex life had been like before that instance. I couldn’t remember how another man felt inside me.

“I’m going to make you come again. And again. And again,” he said as he pulled my hair harder, until my ear was by his mouth. “You’re never going to be able to forget who makes you feel like this.”

“Oh God,” I said, feeling myself tighten around him, feeling the familiar burn of another orgasm forming. “I’m going to come, Victor.”