Wicked Burn(31)
Author: Beth Kery

It continued like that for more than a minute, the only sounds resonating in the empty room being the sucking sound of his cock moving in her tight, wet channel, his grunts of pleasure, and Niall’s sexy, sharp cries. Twice when she tried to push back and increase the pace he gave her rump a brisk slap, making his cock leap inside her tight sheath in agonized pleasure. By the time he pressed to her damp hilt and molded her ass cheeks up with his hands, giving his aching balls some much-needed pressure, Niall shook beneath him.

“Shhh, baby,” he soothed as he reached around her. One hand pinched the bottom of her swollen, tender labia together. With the other he played her clit briskly in the juicy pocket of flesh he’d formed.

His cock jerked viciously inside her muscular channel when she came. He’d never wanted to move so much in his life, never wanted to fuck until he found the mindless nirvana of sexual bliss that he knew Niall could give him.

But she was so sweet. Every time he exploded in her he almost immediately wished he was back at it, riding her sweet little pussy hard and fast. His desire to draw out the pleasure just barely outweighed his need to succumb to it, adding a sharp spice to his already potent lust.

Bent over as she was, he couldn’t resist the lure of her pink, puckered asshole. He slid his thumb along her slick perineum, accumulating some of the juices that had gathered there. He grabbed her hip, holding her steady while he pierced that tiny opening. Niall still panted and moaned in the aftershocks of her orgasm, but when he penetrated her asshole, she stilled beneath him and caught her breath.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he rasped. Her pussy rippled and squeezed at his cock, making it throb and swell uncomfortably in her tight confines. Still, he drew on the last vestiges of his control and kept his hips immobile. “You’re not used to ass play, are you?” he asked, remembering how she’d reacted similarly even when he put just the tip of his finger into her snug little hole several weeks ago. Currently he’d pushed his entire thumb into a channel that already would have been tight without the added pressure of his near-to-bursting cock in her vagina pressing in on it.

She just shook her head. His lips formed into a snarl when she tightened around his thumb and cock at once.

“You’ve got such a hot little hole. You’re going to give it to me some day. Aren’t you, Niall?” he asked her in a lust-thick tone as he began to pulse in and out of her asshole at the same time that he rocked his cock a mere two inches back and forth in her pussy. Her gasp of pleasure echoed his peaking excitement. Her sleek vagina pulled on his cock with each outstroke like a sucking little mouth, making the thrust back into her exponentially more rewarding.

Christ, he’d never get enough of her pussy. You’re never going to get enough of her, period, a voice in his head taunted him.

“Answer me!” he said as desire clawed at him painfully, demanding its due.

“Yes,” she answered in a desperate, choked voice. “Everything I have is yours, Vic.”

He snarled in crazed lust. He grabbed both hips and began to pound into her. A growl of pure animalistic pleasure rose from his throat as he pumped her from tip to balls again and again, striking their flesh together in a fierce tempo. A continual wailing sound exuded from Niall’s throat, surging louder every time he smacked his pelvis against her ass. His arm muscles bunched tight, keeping her in place for his ramming cock.

The friction was taut, perfect . . . too fucking good to last for long.

When Niall screamed in release and her muscular walls began to convulse around him, he shifted his hand below one ass cheek and lifted. His subsequent slam into her giving flesh struck deeper than any of its predecessors.

His jaw vibrated as he roared and his body shuddered in the throes of a violent storm of pleasure.

Niall loved the feeling of Vic leaning down over her and holding her body to his while they both fought mightily to be the first to inhale the air that surrounded them. Eventually, however, her legs began to tremble slightly from Vic’s added weight and her own body’s desperate attempts to find balance after orgasm had shattered her equilibrium repeatedly.

Vic must have noticed her quivering, because he suddenly hugged her to him and brought her back with him as he collapsed to the floor. They laughed breathlessly as they fell in a heap of sweaty, intermingled limbs. When Niall tried to move off his big, long body, he used his hands to keep her in place.

“Let me go,” Niall insisted, laughing as she squirmed on top of him.

“You’re keeping me warm up there.”

She snorted. “I wasn’t put on this earth for the purpose of keeping you warm.”

He brushed his grin along the skin of her neck, making her shiver. “Maybe not, but I’m beginning to think you might have been put here for the express purpose of making me hotter than hell.”

Niall twisted around abruptly at the tone of his voice. His dark hair was adorably mussed. His light eyes sparkled with amusement. He looked younger than usual, less intense . . . wonderful.

Wonderful? Niall turned around and forced her body to relax along his length despite the tension that had just leapt into her muscles. She stared at the newly painted ceiling but saw nothing.

When she’d had that seemingly random thought just now, she hadn’t meant it in the everyday sense of the word. Not like I’m having a wonderful day today or The weather’s been wonderful, let’s go for a stroll. No, she’d meant it in the truest sense of the word—awesome, marvelous . . . astonishing.

Anxiety warred with amazement for her full attention. She’d never had this reaction to a man before, not even in the full, flush excitement of meeting and dating Stephen.

She blinked and forced her dazed vision to clear. Did a woman who carried so much emotional baggage really have the right to be harboring such feelings?

Or worse . . . what if it was because of her emotional and psychological stress that she was having such a powerful reaction to Vic in the first place? That was certainly possible, wasn’t it? Being with Vic might be the equivalent of a drinking or gambling compulsion . . . a shot of adrenaline and euphoria to an otherwise lifeless existence.

The charging train of her anxiety was derailed by the sensation of Vic hugging her more tightly to him with his encircling arms at the same time that he wrapped her up with his long legs until she was encapsulated in a divine cocoon of male muscle and vibrant heat.

“You’re so little.”

Her eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of his rumbling voice vibrating into her neck. “I’m five foot four.” She’d meant to sound defiant, but was too sexually sated and mentally confused to sound anything but dazed.