He leaned over her and took total possession of her mouth. God, she was sweet. He focused solely on that delicious cavern, plundering her depths repeatedly, sipping and sucking at her plump, honeyed lips until they shaped themselves into a plea. When she tried to twist herself so that their bodies were flush, however, he held her down gently at the shoulders and transferred his attention to her neck.
“Vic, I need to come.”
Her low, husky voice sent a prickly excitement down his spine, stiffening his cock even further. At the same time that he scraped his teeth lightly along the muscle at the back of her shoulder, he put his fingers on her erect nipple. He growled appreciatively at the sensation of her tightening. He pinched at her rhythmically until she began to twist again on the bed.
God, he loved Niall’s writhing, tight little body.
He placed one hand on her hip to hold her in place before he sank his head and sucked on one, and then the other, large, sensitive nipple until they stood up for him, proud and distended. Toward the end he had to hold Niall to the bed as she became frantic with her arousal. Fearful that he was going to send her over the edge with nipple stimulation alone—he knew damn well that she was responsive enough for it to happen—he leaned up and reached for the bag at the side of the bed.
Perhaps she was in need of the spice of pain to keep her just below the threshold of orgasm.
He knew she was watching him as he withdrew a black, silicone butt plug along with some lubricant.
“Vic . . . ?” she asked uncertainly.
His eyes flickered to her sweat-dampened face. Never one to beat around the bush, he said, “I’m going to open your little ass so I can fuck you there, Niall.”
He saw her elegant throat convulse as she swallowed. A flash of regret went through him. He didn’t know why he always sounded so hard with her. His desire for her made him edgy . . . as if, on some level, he was always worried she would refuse him when his need for her was like a sharp ache that refused to be denied.
Not particularly comfortable with that thought, he focused on applying a coat of lubricant to the mushroom-shaped cap of the plug and his first two fingers. He set the plug on the table before he turned back to her. The anxiety he saw in her eyes as she stared at the glistening black plug on the table made his heart go out to her.
He gently brushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen on her cheek as he put his hand between her spread thighs.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, baby,” he soothed as he pushed his forefinger into the tight little ring of her rectum and she gasped. He kissed her parted lips lightly as he began to probe her smooth, tight channel. “I’ve finger-fucked you before and you liked it, right?” he reminded her silkily as he watched her expression through hooded eyelids. The sensation of her hot, clinging channel had always turned him on immeasurably, but he’d always refrained from trying to fuck her there, sensing her anxiety.
But tonight he wouldn’t be denied anything when it came to Niall.
“Yes,” Niall admitted softly against his mouth as he plucked at her lips.
He closed his eyes, completely focused on the sensation of pushing his second finger into her virgin tunnel and burrowing into her soft heat.
“It’s going to feel so good, baby,” he whispered before he kissed her again, his fingers moving in and out of her more smoothly. He opened his eyes when he felt her begin to move her hips against him in a counterrhythm. “There . . . you like that don’t you?”
Niall stared at him wide-eyed and nodded.
He smiled before he twisted his torso around and reached for the plug.
“Is it . . . going to hurt?” she asked as he slid his fingers out of her and moved between her thighs.
“Maybe a little at first,” he admitted huskily. He lifted her opened legs by sliding his forearm beneath her knees and pushing back, exposing her pink, muscular opening to his gaze. “But then it’s gonna make you burn and you’re going to explode for me.”
He pressed the fat mushroom shape to her tiny opening. The sight made his cock surge uncomfortably, but it made him hesitate, too.
She looked so small in comparison to the girth of the plug. He’d bought a smaller version of the plug in deference to her size, but he had to prepare her to take him, and he was much larger than the plug in girth and length.
“Turn on the butterfly, Niall—to a higher setting,” he instructed. He watched as she did what he said, and the subtle tension of arousal began to settle in her lithesome muscles once again. “Press the vibrator down against you.” When she pressed her fingertips down against the yellow body of the butterfly and moaned in pleasure, he pushed the fat end of the plug into her ass.
She cried out in surprised discomfort.
“Shhh,” he soothed, holding the invader in place, knowing from experience that her initial sharp blast of pain would fade quickly. He caught her eye when she quieted. “That was the worst of it, baby,” he assured her. Before she could say anything else, he pushed the rest of the three-and-a-half-inch plug into her and wedged the base between her firm cheeks.
“Ahhhh!” she cried out, but Vic could tell that her exclamation had been more in surprise than pain this time. Surprise and something else, he realized as she began to pant shallowly as he released her legs. He grabbed both of her wrists and came down over her, keeping the majority of his weight off of her by resting an elbow below her shoulders.
“Okay?” he whispered as he gently took her wrists in one hand and pressed them on the pillows behind her head.
“Oh,” she mumbled. “Oh, Vic, it is starting to burn.”