“Spread your thighs some,” he said as he held back a firm ass cheek and rubbed the tip of his cock into her wet, tender cleft. He grunted when he found her juicy opening. He leaned over her and encircled her waist, raising her feet slightly off the floor in his hunger to get inside of her.
Fuck. He had a good eleven inches on her in the height department. The angle was all wrong. He could make it work, but Vic wanted to concentrate on the incredible feeling of being inside Niall, not the awkward positioning of their bodies.
“Don’t move,” he growled as he placed her toes back on the floor.
“Vic?” Niall asked in amazement when he abruptly stalked out of the room. She looked thoroughly confused when he returned a few seconds later, carrying an empty crate from downstairs. He tossed it in the middle of the space where her bed would be.
“Change of set plans,” he said as he tossed his shirt on the plywood plank. “Stand on that, Niall.”
“Vic . . .” she began when he grabbed her hand and helped her onto the fabric covered crate. He dealt with her uncertainty by leaning forward and lustily kissing her. His hands found their way to her firm breasts without conscious thought, massaging and shaping them in his palms. “There. Isn’t that better?” he asked a few seconds later against her lips. “You’re almost as tall as me now.” He rubbed his lips hungrily against her small grin. His cock batted against her belly.
“See what you do to me, baby?” he cajoled.
“It’s only fair,” she murmured in that husky voice he loved. She leaned forward and nipped at his lips with her small front teeth. “I want you to know that you’re the only person that I would ever stand up on this crate for like a circus elephant.”
“More like a circus pixie,” he muttered as he nibbled her neck.
“There’s no such thing.”
He just grinned.
“You’re going to fuck me while I’m standing up here, aren’t you?” she asked in a voice thick with both lust and amusement.
“Now you get the idea.” He kissed her sweet mouth once more. “Turn around and bend over.”
He smiled in pure anticipation when she did, parting her thighs, grabbing her ankles, and arching her back into a position that screamed “fuck me good and hard.”
His hand spread across her hip and ass cheek, parting her for his penis. Their angle was perfect now for a nice, taut ride. He guided himself to her drenched, clinging sheath, his lungs burning because he forgot to draw air in his excitement. He finally inhaled with a hissing noise when he pushed the plum-sized head of his cock into her and he was surrounded by her heat.
She moaned shakily. His hands rose to her hips, gliding across the silky skin of her ass, soothing her.
He bucked his hips slowly at first. The wet, sucking sound that the rim of his penis made every time he drew it almost out of her made him want to skewer her tight little pussy in one stroke. But he restrained, enjoying the sensation too much, liking the way the erotic slurping sounds mixed with Niall’s whimpers and purrs.
“You’re so tight,” he muttered roughly as he pushed himself another inch into her clinging flesh and began to rock in and out of her. “I don’t think I’d ever get it in you if you didn’t get so wet for me.”
Niall moaned and tensed her thighs, forcing his cock another inch into her heat. He laughed and spanked her ass once.
“Hold on, little filly. I’m enjoying the slow pace and the scenery,” he teased, never taking his eyes from her shapely, pale ass and the first several inches of his cock sliding in and out of her body.
“The scenery will be just as good at a nice hard sprint,” Niall told him in a frustrated tone.
“It’ll be better,” he corrected. “But for right now, you just hold still.”
He wished there was a mirror so that he could see her face while he held her hips steady and slowly burrowed his cock into her tight channel. He alternated a good, hard pump that pushed his cock further into her sublime heat with several quick, shallow thrusts that merely stroked the portion of his penis that had already been submerged.
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.