Wicked Burn(41)
Author: Beth Kery

“We’d better get off,” he said quietly, disappointing her. Their gazes remained locked for the next few seconds as she moved toward him cautiously, as if afraid on some primitive level that she would glom on to him like he was a powerful magnet and she was a flimsy filament of iron that was helpless to take voluntary action in his vicinity.

She made it down the hallway without submitting to as much as a glance. She paused when she reached their front doors and looked back at him, feeling shaken and unsure.

“I kissed her because I wanted to, Niall. I kissed her because I had to know. Do you understand?”

Niall’s lips fell open. It wasn’t the explanation that she’d expected. But it was the one she needed.

“And?” she asked, her voice wavering with anxiety.

Vic shrugged, his singular eyes never leaving her face. “I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

ELEVEN

For a few tense seconds, Vic didn’t know what Niall was going to do. He was surprised when she suddenly launched herself at him.

Nice . . . having her small, compact little body collide with his, having her hands reach up hungrily to hold his head and pull him down to her. He groaned in pleasure at the impact of her feverish kiss and her taste pervading his senses.

Better than nice.

He’d always liked the fit of a tall woman against his body. But he had to admit that Niall’s taut curves filled his palm just right. So what if he had to bend his knees and lift her against him so that he could feel the soft heat between her thighs pressed against his cock? Her entire weight in his arms only made him exponentially more aroused. He spread both hands across her ass and she automatically encircled him with her legs. God, he needed to get inside of her. Anywhere . . . anyhow.

Just as long as it was soon.

He grunted as he tried to move toward his apartment, but misjudged and backed into his door with a bang. Niall didn’t even seem to notice the jarring sensation, continuing to rub and suck at his tongue, turning kissing into what felt like the main event of making love instead of the first step. He dimly realized that he should set her down and at least get her into his apartment, but her sweet mouth blinded him with lust.

Moans vibrated both of their throats when he tightened his hold on her ass and began to move her in a tight, circular motion against his straining erection. After thirty seconds of that torture, Vic couldn’t take any more. He sealed their kiss, gasping desperately when she continued to tempt him by plucking at his lips, cheeks, and neck with her red, swollen lips.

“Dammit, Niall,” he muttered almost angrily before he set her down, hissing as her pussy dragged against his aching cock.

“I want you so much, Vic,” she whispered, staring up at him with a wide-eyed expression that conveyed both innocent awe and pure carnal lust.

He’d never forget the way Niall looked at that moment.

“Good, because you’re going to get me, baby,” he assured her grimly while he fumbled in his pocket for his keys. His erection made his pants way too constraining for comfortable movement.

He pulled her hastily through the opened door, only to push her against the other side of it once it was closed. He spread his thighs and bent his knees, his mouth fastening on her neck and feasting on her fragrant skin before she’d even fully regained her balance. She moaned, the sound vibrating into his pressing lips and somehow even sending a buzz to his throbbing cock. He tasted her skin with the tip of his tongue, dancing it across the dewy surface thirstily. When he encountered her pearls, he rolled them between his lips, liking the feeling of their smooth, hard surface.

“Vic, what are you doing?” she murmured a few seconds later.

“Taking off your pearls.”

“I can see that. Why?”

“I warned you that you drive me nuts when you wear these things,” he said as he held the now unclasped necklace in his hand. “Now you’re going to have to pay the price.”

He watched as her eyes darkened with excitement. The tip of her tongue darted out over her lush lower lip, making Vic even more determined. He began to rapidly unbutton her blouse.

“Take off your skirt,” he demanded once he’d tossed aside her blouse.

He just stared at her for several long, cock-throbbing moments after she’d dropped her skirt on top of her blouse. The peach colored silk panties covered about as much of her trim little bush as the triangles of silk that covered her small, thrusting breasts. She wore a matching garter belt that highlighted the shape of her thighs as well as the healthy glow of her honey-colored skin. Her stomach was smooth and flat. He knew from experience that he could span her waist with his hands. He loved the way her hips swelled into a taut, feminine curve, promising a welcome harbor for his cock despite her petite proportions.

“You make my mouth water, baby.” His jaw clenched when he glanced up and saw that witch’s smile on her lips.

“Push your bra down beneath your nipples.”

He watched as she did what he asked. Her little breasts thrust proudly from the plane of her chest, easily keeping the cups below the tender flesh. The sight of her fat, dark pink nipples poking out of the silk made his cock surge like a snake at the strike. He instinctively reached up to stroke himself as he stepped toward Niall, desperate to sooth the beast within. He spread his thighs, bringing himself down closer to Niall’s level, and leaned down.

“Hmmmm,” he groaned in primitive satisfaction after slipping a plump nipple into his mouth and beginning to suck greedily. Niall writhed against him, trying to increase the pressure of his body against her. In order to fix her into place while he feasted on her breasts, he grabbed her wrists and pushed them against the door above her head. The sounds of her moans and whimpers spiced the boiling brew of his arousal.

He suckled on her until his cock felt like it was going to burst. When he leaned back, keeping Niall’s wrists pinned over her head, and inspected the results of his endeavors, he couldn’t unfasten his pants quickly enough. He shoved them down around his thighs along with his boxer briefs. His cock felt tight and ponderous when he fisted it. It surged in his hand when he noticed Niall’s large hazel eyes fixed on it.

He released her wrists. When she met his gaze he merely glanced downward . . . that was all. And sweet, sexy Niall sank to her knees for him.

“Wait,” he rasped when her hand encircled his shaft. “I want you to use only your mouth. Put both of your hands behind your head.”

His nostrils flared in feral arousal when she followed his instructions and her erect, swollen nipples poked out from her bra even more prominently in her new position. The silence had weight as they both watched while he wrapped her pearl necklace around his cock just below mid-staff, pulling it tight at the side. A desperate little moan leaked past Niall’s lips when he moved his hand, rolling the hard, cool globes back and forth on his erection.