Wicked Burn(28)
Author: Beth Kery

Niall closed her eyes as the incredibly potent essence of Vic once again pervaded her, mingled with her own chemistry, and took her from a slow simmer to a torrid boil in a matter of seconds. Her hands cradled his jaw as her tongue tangled wildly with his. She sank into that kiss just as she submersed herself in the carnal, sensual world that he created for them with such stunning ease.

She was so involved in that erotic, tasty kiss that she didn’t realize Vic had unzipped her jacket and found the bottom of her shirt until she felt his hand on the sensitive skin of her belly and ribs. He found a satin-covered breast and palmed it roughly before he turned to lightly rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

She moaned and arched her back. The instinctive movement caused the sensitive tips of her breasts to crush into his chest and her pussy to press firmly into the stiff ridge beneath the fly of his jeans. She rocked against him, desperate for the steady pressure that his hard body provided her in calming her throbbing nerve endings.

Vic groaned and covered her hips and ass with his hands. He added the pressure of his strong arms, pushing and pressing her against him rhythmically. Their kiss grew wild and hungry, fueled as it was by the sinuous, friction-building movements of their bodies.

Niall cried out in protest a moment later when leaned away from her. Although they were fully clothed, she would have been shuddering in orgasm in a half a minute if Vic had kept her fully submerged in that heady kiss. God, the man knew how to use his mouth. She craned toward him as he moved away slightly, but he restrained her by spreading his hand in her hair and tugging gently.

He studied her as he touched her with feather-light fingertips. “Your cheeks get so pink when you’re turned on. I know it’s not an original thing to say, but you’re very beautiful, Niall.”

Niall swallowed heavily. Maybe the words weren’t singular, but the way Vic looked at her with such hot, soulful eyes when he said them certainly was. He gave his small, sexy smile as he lightly touched her damp lower lip.

Did he know that smile made her his willing slave?

He lowered his head and kissed her mouth softly, teasing her, making her hunger for more. “Stand up and take off all your clothes while I watch,” he muttered next to her lips when she strained up to try and get more of him.

It wasn’t the Scotch that made Niall dizzy as she tried to stand. His hold on her hips tightened to steady her as she rose. He leaned back on his hands and stared up at her without speaking while she shrugged out of her jacket. Her fingers slid below the waistband of her sweatpants.

“Take off your shirt and bra first.”

Niall smiled and shook her head, but she did what he asked. “Enjoying yourself?” she teased when she removed her bra and dropped it on top of her other clothing on the floor.

“I am, actually. Thanks for asking.”

His eyes adhered to her exposed breasts. The room was chilly but Niall knew perfectly well that wasn’t the reason her nipples pulled into tight, sensitive darts.

“Play with them. Pinch your nipples.”

Niall started at the unexpected request. The idea of touching herself while he watched struck her as extremely intimate.

Not to mention unbearably exciting, Niall acknowledged as liquid heat flooded her pussy.

“You just have to make a production out of everything, don’t you?” she asked huskily as her hands rose. He made that subtle rolling motion of his jaw that drove her lust-crazy.

“I’m a guy. The visuals excite me.”

Niall wasn’t a guy, but the sight of him watching her made her sizzle with sexual tension. She skimmed her fingertips along the curve of her lower breasts. Funny, she’d never realized how soft the skin was. Is that what Vic thought when he touched her? Her excitement grew when she lifted her breasts in her palms, feeling how taut and firm the flesh was. For a moment she kept the flesh cradled in her hands, as if in offering to the beautiful, sexy man who watched her actions with such an erotically intense focus. When she pinched her erect nipples lightly both of them groaned in tandem. She thought she’d just been touching herself for Vic, but the stimulation of her own flesh felt good.

It felt very good.

Her thighs clamped tightly together as she continued to play with herself more eagerly. Her gaze lowered to the obvious bulge in Vic’s jeans. The memory of his heavy erection on her tongue, the sensation of the thick rim beneath the head slipping between her tight lips made her pinch her nipples tight. She tugged on them, loving the sensation almost as much as the hot flash of lust that blazed into Vic’s eyes.

She recalled how he’d played with her while she was tied to the bed the other day. She cupped both breasts in her hands and lifted them before she released them, letting the firm flesh bounce back into place. She did that only three times, firmly pinching her nipples in the interim, before Vic jerked forward.

“Enough,” he said tensely. “Take off the rest of your clothes and come here.”

He tapped the carpeting in front of him.

Niall hurried. She couldn’t wait to get down on that floor with him. She knelt in front of him, naked and breathless.

“You chilly?” he asked, his eyes running over her stiff nipples and the pebbled skin of her arms.

“Not really,” Niall answered. In fact, she wouldn’t have been surprised if steam rose from her throat when she opened her mouth to speak, she was so hot at her core.

Her internal temperature notched up several more degrees when Vic stood and tore at the button fly of his jeans. He shoved them down around his thighs and her eyes lowered.

She licked her lower lip hungrily at the sight of his cock jutting from his body.

He dropped to his knees, sank back on his feet, and grabbed her to him in one quick, fluid motion that surprised Niall. Within the matter of a second the dense, tapered head of his cock brushed against her cheek.

Vic’s hand spread on the back of her head.

“It turned me on so much watching you that I’m about to explode. You’re going to finish what you started, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to give me some relief first. It won’t take much, trust me. Suck, Niall.” His characteristically raspy voice sounded a little desperate.

But Niall was already sliding the fat, delineated head of Vic’s cock—that same delicious cap that she’d been fantasizing about for weeks now—between her tightly pursed lips. She slapped at it warmly with her tongue when it was inserted in her mouth. Vic’s grunts of pleasure escalated her excitement. She pushed down on him, loving the feeling of the thick pillar of his shaft stretching her lips and sliding heavily across her tongue.