Wicked Burn

“Come on back, baby,” he whispered hoarsely a minute later as he rolled her pearls to the back half of his cock. He took a step back with his right thigh so that he could stroke himself with the pearls unhindered, without bumping into his thigh. He both saw and felt the moment when the tip of his cock slipped into Niall’s muscular throat, stimulating her gag reflex. She flinched at the contraction of her throat, but then he saw her breathe deeply through her nose, calming herself.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he praised as she accustomed herself to his presence and began to move up and down on him in a sleek, rapid rhythm. Since she couldn’t easily balance herself without the help of her hands, he gripped his fingers tightly in her hair, making sure that as her movements became more strenuous, she didn’t fall forward on him and choke herself.

He couldn’t take much more of this exquisite torture. His cock felt like it was going to burst through the stretched, tight skin that covered it. A burning sensation began to grow at the base of his spine, warning him that orgasm hovered close. He rolled the pearls back to within an inch of his balls. Sweat coated his abdomen and neck. His breath came harsh and ragged as he watched Niall struggle to take him deeper.

“Shhh,” he murmured, rubbing her head to soothe her when she made a choking noise and her eyes filled with tears. The expression in her gaze told him that she was determined, however. That, along with the lust glazing her eyes, made Vic’s muscles clench tight with unbearable tension.

“Ahhhh . . . fuck, that’s good,” he grated out between rigid jaws several seconds later when she took him down her throat in one sinuous stroke. Her lips tapped against the pearls. She purred in satisfaction, vibrating into his flesh before she slid him out of her muscular channel.

It was too much. Vic backed out of her, sliding his entire length between the tight clamp of her lips, gasping loudly at the exquisite sensation.

“Open wide,” he demanded.

He placed the fat head of his cock on her tongue and rolled the pearls down to the sensitive area just below the thick rim. His arm moved rapidly as he jacked himself with the creamy, hard globes. He groaned gutturally as his cum jetted onto Niall’s red tongue.

In retrospect, he was glad that he didn’t shatter the strand that held Niall’s pearls at that moment, because he pumped himself so forcefully with them while he came. His cock jerked viciously despite his tight hold, spraying his semen into Niall’s mouth and onto her widely spread lips, providing ample lubrication for the rolling pearls.

He gasped wildly for air as he fell forward, catching himself on the door with an outstretched hand. His face tightened in pleasure when Niall closed her lips around him and slid his cock into her mouth, fluttering her tongue over the hypersensitive flesh, causing small post-orgasmic detonations to go off in his shuddering body.

“Jesus Fucking Christ, that felt good,” he muttered incoherently as he met Niall’s gaze.

When he felt her lips tighten around him in a smile, he straightened and reached for her.

“Come here, little witch,” he whispered gruffly.

A soft whimper of loss vibrated Niall’s throat when Vic pulled his still ample sex from her hungry mouth. She couldn’t get over how much it aroused her to suck on his cock. Oral sex had certainly been a part of her and Stephen’s repertoire for making love, but those experiences didn’t begin to compare to the mindless excitement she felt when she took Vic’s cock into her mouth. It drove her into a literal sexual frenzy to know that she gave him so much pleasure.

Ripples of excitement spread from her belly down to her sex, resulting in a friction-demanding burn at her clit when she registered the gleam in Vic’s eye.

She was next.

Just thinking about what Vic could do to her with his mouth made her vagina tighten almost painfully. Despite her body’s wild excitement and requirement for oxygen, her breath stuck in her lungs when Vic pushed her against the door and started to lower over her. He paused at her breasts, sucking a nipple between his teeth and biting down enough to gently scrape the sensitive flesh, making Niall cry out at the agony of the intense pleasure.

When he finally knelt before her, his dark head hovering just inches away from her silk-clad sex, Niall pushed at his head, frantic with anticipation. He didn’t immediately put his mouth on her, however. Instead, he reached up and pinched the silk of her panties until a half-inch-wide bunch of cloth pressed tightly between her swollen labia, down across the sensitive tissues near the opening of her pussy, even stimulating her asshole.

He looked up at her with blazing eyes as he began to lightly jerk the taut cloth against her. Niall moaned shakily at the sensation. Her clit burned. The soles of her feet sizzled in sympathy. He altered his movements slightly to include a horizontal motion as well as a vertical one, working the cloth of her panties between her lips, tugging it up and down on her erect clit. Through her weighted eyelids she saw him mouth a curse when the wet, squishy sounds of the fabric moving in her juices reached both of their ears at once.

The hand that still had her pearls laced between his fingers separated her labia.

He covered her with his mouth, sucking on her sensitive tissues and her soaked panties at once, flexing his jaw, seemingly dying of thirst for the taste of her cream. He must have sensed that she teetered right on the edge of orgasm, because he went straight for the kill. His tongue laved her clit warmly and then stabbed at it repeatedly. When her knees weakened he squeezed the lower curve of her ass into his palm, fixing her in place, forcing her to take every last tremor of pleasure that he gave her.