But then Vic abruptly withdrew with a slurping sound. Niall panted shallowly as she watched him shove his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean while he watched her. He grabbed her hand and placed it at the juncture of her thighs.

“Go on, Niall,” he prodded when he slid his fingers out of his mouth, having swallowed all of her cream. “I’m waiting.”

Niall thought about telling him that he was going to keep waiting, but she wasn’t a fool. It wasn’t really as hard as she might have imagined, to suddenly do something publicly that had always been private. Besides, Vic had gotten her so worked up.

She really needed this.

Her forefinger slid between the swollen, damp folds of her labia. Her clit was bathed in a sticky pool of her juices. Vic made her hotter than she’d ever been in her life. He must, for her to be acting in this impulsive, uncharacteristic . . . downright wanton manner. Her hips began to circle and pulse against the pressure of her hand. She massaged the nerve-packed flesh until the heels of her feet sizzled in sympathy with her burning clit.

“Spread your thighs wider,” she heard Vic demand through the haze of her cresting arousal.

She complied, opening herself to his gaze fully . . . exposing herself . . . holding nothing back from him.

“Do you ever use toys when you masturbate?”

That did make her pause. Was there nothing he would allow her to keep secret when it came to sex? She realized that his gaze had switched to her face and that he was waiting for an answer.

“Sometimes.” More than I ever have in my life since I met you, she added to herself.

“What do you use?”

She bit her lip in hesitation, but her pussy didn’t seem to mind the intimate conversation at all. In fact, her clit ached so acutely that she had to stroke it as she answered him.

“I have a little silver bullet vibrator.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes,” she replied testily.

His lips twitched at her irritation before his eyes focused again on her busy hand between her thighs.

Niall moaned at the impact of his penetrating gaze. It felt like a tangible touch, sending her flame higher. Her other hand came down and dipped into the snug tunnel of her pussy. She moaned and bucked her hips against the added pressure for just a moment before she withdrew. She spread the lubrication on her fingertips across her nipple, sliding and pinching at the sensitive crest, rolling it tightly between her fingertips at the same rate that she bucked her hips against her hand.

She heard Vic curse. Her half-closed eyelids widened when she took in his rigid features and the gleam of excitement in his light eyes as he watched her pleasure herself.

That look sent her over the edge. She whimpered in tense anticipation and then cried out sharply as she fell over the edge of orgasm. Her climax escalated to a nearly unbearable pitch when Vic plunged his fingers deep into her vagina. Instead of thrusting them out of her, he kept them there, rubbing and vibrating her while she screamed in pleasure and her juices gushed around him.

When her eyelids eventually flickered open, she saw that he leaned over her, his fingers still inside her pussy . . . that naughty little grin on his face.

“You’re one hell of a sexy woman.”

“You better not be making fun of me, Vic,” she admonished between pants for air.

She smiled when his deep laugh rolled through her awareness, making her nipples tighten even in her post-orgasmic state.

“If I were any more fucking serious, I probably would have had a heart attack just now.” He leaned over and sealed his lips to hers.

“Show me where you’re going to put your bed,” he muttered when he raised his head after a kiss that had left Niall humming with arousal all over again. “I’m gonna fuck you there, and I want you to remember it when you lie in bed at night if I’m not around.”

Niall swallowed convulsively as she stared up at him. Yeah, she’d remember all right.

She’d remember well.

EIGHT

Vic stood and helped her to her feet. She still seemed dazed from her orgasm—cheeks flushed a rosy pink, eyelids weighted, breath coming in uneven puffs across her red, swollen lips. He’d felt her muscular vaginal walls tightening and flexing around his fingers. She’d given herself a nice blast, that much was for certain.

He couldn’t wait to be buried in her the next time she blew.

The image of her stroking her clit so rapidly while she tugged on her nipple and whimpered in pleasure would probably be replayed across the screen of the back of his eyelids during autoerotic moments until he was an old, dried up man. That memory would provide him with some much-needed juice, that’s for sure, Vic thought wryly as he hastily removed his clothing.

“Where?” he asked tautly when he’d kicked his jeans off his feet and dug in the pocket for his wallet, extracting a condom.

Her big eyes flickered over his naked body, lingering on his erection as he slid the latex over it. That’s for you, baby. He had to stop himself from saying it out loud when she stared at him so hungrily. That’s what you get for having such a tight, sleek little body and a sweeter, hotter response to me than I could have conjured up in my wildest fantasies.

Niall transferred her gaze to the north side of the bedroom and nodded.

“Go and bend over with your hands up against the wall.”

He watched her as she followed his orders. He loved the subtle, feminine sashay of her hips as she walked and the beguiling sway of her round ass. She peered around her shoulder when she’d positioned herself against the wall and he approached her from behind. Her eyes looked enormous as she watched him take his erect cock in his hand.




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