Elastic Hearts (Hearts #3)(65)

My stomach flip flopped at the command in his voice. Strip. For. Me. I swallowed and started to lower the shoulders of the robe, letting it drop and pool at my feet. My bra came next; I unclasped it and took it off slowly. Victor spread his legs farther apart. He was wearing his own robe and a devilish grin that made my knees quiver.

“What are you wearing under that?” I asked, tossing my bra aside. His eyes fell to my naked chest.

“Why don’t you come find out?”

I walked forward, stopping right between his knees, close enough for him to reach out and grab me, but far enough that he couldn’t put his mouth on me without pulling me to him, which was what he did, his arms circling around my waist and tugging me. He placed his mouth on my stomach, kissing me lightly. I felt the effect of his mouth everywhere.

“Are you ready for me, Nicole?” he asked against me, his mouth moving lower, to my belly button, his light beard grazing my panty line. “If I keep going down, will you be wet?”

My breath hitched. I nodded.

He glanced up, his eyes locked on mine. “Tell me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he asked, licking along the top of my panties. I repressed the urge to shiver, my hands shooting out to grab his hair.

“Yes. I’m wet,” I said in a shaky whisper.

He groaned, letting his forehead fall against my stomach for a beat before hooking his fingers on either side of my panties and sliding them down. He grabbed my thighs and made a groaning sound in the back of this throat.

“I f*cking love your legs, Nic,” he said, gripping the backs of my legs and biting the front. I cried out. “Do you like that, baby?”

I whimpered out, “Yes.”

“You like it when I’m rough with you?” he asked, sliding his fingers between my thighs, gliding along my folds. I pulled his hair tighter and moaned. “Do you want me to go slow?” He tilted his face to look up at me as he leaned in and sucked on my clit. My knees buckled.

“Oh my God, Victor.”

He smiled against me. I couldn’t see his lips on me, but I could see it in his eyes. “Say it again,” he said, licking me. “Say my name, baby.”

“Victor,” I said, throwing my head back in a moan when he inserted his fingers into me and continued to lick my clit. “Victor.” I said his name again, and again in a whispered chant. “I’m going to come.”

He groaned deeply, and I felt it vibrate everywhere. “Come for me, baby. Show me how ready for me you are.” His fingers worked faster inside me, his tongue lashing against me until my eyes rolled back and my knees gave out and I was only standing upright because he’d grabbed my hips. He was reaching for the condom beside him when I caught my breath and opened my eyes, and I stopped him, kneeling between his legs and parting his robe to expose his hard, thick cock. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. I licked my lips and looked from it to his face.

“Nicole—” he started to say, but I cut his sentence short by licking the tip of his cock and taking him into my mouth. His hand gripped a fistful of my hair as he muttered a string of curse words. “Fucking shit, that feels so f*cking good. Oh my f*cking God. Your mouth. Your f*cking mouth.” His words became unintelligible as I continued to suck, bobbing my head up and down, his dick popping in and out of my mouth loudly. His breathing was labored and loud, and I loved the look of awe on his face when my eyes met his momentarily. He pulled my hair hard and successfully popped out of my mouth and leaned down to crash his lips against mine.

“I need to f*ck you,” he said, reaching for the condom and sliding it on. “I need to feel you.”

I nodded and stood, putting one leg over each of his and pushing his chest back so he was lying flat on his back. “I’m going to ride you,” I said. “And you’re not going to remember any woman you f*cked before me.”

His lips tilted into a slow, tantalizing smile as he gripped two handfuls of my ass, helping me climb on him and settle myself on the tip. “Show me, baby. Make me scream your name.”

Oh, I would. As I placed my hands on his shoulders and lowered myself onto him slowly, I wondered if he realized how sexy those words sounded to me. I held my breath as I let myself acclimate to his girth. I was still sore from yesterday, and I remembered it as I completely sat on his lap. I cringed and gasped.

“You okay?” he asked in a quiet voice, as he sat up again, his hands pushing my hair out of my face. I nodded, though my eyes filled with unshed tears. It was too much suddenly, having his face in front of mine, his heart beating against mine, his eyes trained on mine. In that one instance, where he was looking at me like I was the only woman he’d ever really seen, I felt everything.

Everything.

This was so much more than the last time. So much more than the times before that. And it was terrifying.

“Nic, are you okay?” he asked, his voice a whisper.

I nodded, blinking rapidly. “I’m fine. Just a little sore, but this feels good. I’m fine.”

He looked at me for a beat, until I started to grind against him and he threw his head back with a loud growl. “You feel so f*cking good.”

I kept moving, up and down, slowly at first, and then picked up the pace. I tried not to look into his eyes. I tried to focus on the shape of his muscular arms, the definition of his chest, the way he bit his bottom lip every time I clenched. He gripped my ass harder, moving me up and down with ease as if I weighed nothing. His eyes snapped open at the sound of my moan. When he lifted me, his mouth closed over my left breast, his tongue teasing, his lips grazing against me.