Deadly Vision (17 page)

Trouble sleeping?

Was he suddenly psychic, or did she have insomnia written on her forehead? It didn’t matter her body was exhausted. All she’d done was lie in the bed, remembering how it felt to have Gil touch her. Use his fingers and tongue, caressing and licking until she’d collapsed into a limp heap beneath him. It’d taken every ounce of strength she’d had this afternoon to pull on some clothes and grab her bike. Hell, she’d nearly fallen off the damn thing twice on the way to the car. Now here he was, his lips hovering above hers, his eyes daring her to look away. She could say, no. He’d leave. She could read that in his expression, but she’d have to say it while looking him in the eyes. He wasn’t going to let her lie her way out of his arms. God knew she couldn’t.

Gil tipped her back, arching her over the counter as he ran his tongue along the rim of her lower lip. “Well, darling? What’s it going to be? Do you want me to leave?”

Fallon’s stomach dropped and her mouth went dry. She parted her lips just enough to swipe her tongue slowly across them, touching Gil’s tongue as he made another pass along the edge. She moaned at the sudden contact, unable to hide the exquisite feel of his warm, wet flesh against hers. He smiled at her breathy whimper, flicking the tip against hers before pulling back.

“I want to hear you say it, so there’re no misunderstandings tomorrow. Tell me whether you want me to stay or go.”

Gil pressed his chest tight against hers, his eyes never wavering. One hand was fisted in her hair, the other grazing her hip, making small circles at the hem of her shirt. His weight had her pinned to the counter, holding her still as he rotated his groin into hers. She moaned at the sensuous feel of his cock hard against her stomach. Images of her kneeling before him, her mouth stretched around his thick shaft, returned, and she couldn’t stop her body from grinding into his, seeking the sheer joy of feeling her pussy mould around him. He groaned and punched his hips forward.

Fallon took one more moment to savour the steamy look in his eyes before giving him the only answer she could. “Stay.”

“Stay,” he echoed.

The sly smile that curved Gil’s lips made her wonder for a moment if she’d made a mistake, but then all thoughts vanished when he slanted his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue inside. He tasted spicy and hot, and he swallowed her whimper of lust as he traced every contour before finally easing away, his lips still touching hers. His breath mixed with hers, his hand inching up her thigh. This wasn’t going to be a fast, hard fucking, like they’d shared this afternoon. Just the way he brushed his hand over her skin told her he was primed for a long night full of pleasurable torture. She knew he had every intention of teasing her to the point of coming before backing off until the tingling sensations subsided and he could begin again. But Gil wasn’t in charge tonight. If he was going to stay, it was going to be on her terms.

“Mmm. I knew you’d be bare underneath,” he breathed, massaging the curve of her hip. He’d scooted his fingers up her thigh without getting too close to her groin. “Such an inviting gift.”

Gil moved just enough to free their bodies, in the hopes, Fallon knew, of removing her shirt. But she rotated with him, spinning out from the counter in a quick motion that pushed him forward, effectively changing their positions. He grunted as his back bumped into the wood, but she already had her hand pressed against his chest.

“Not so fast, darling,” she crooned, keeping her body back. “You’ve had your turn. Now be a good boy and let me have mine.”

“Fallon…”

“I mean it,” she said, injecting just enough authority into her voice he’d know she was serious. “You barely allowed me to touch your back earlier, let alone anything else. Now either you let me pleasure you, or I’ll go back to my room…alone.”

Again she watched Gil fight against some inner decision, as if allowing her to touch him scared him. He gave her one long sweeping look before easing back, his hands gripping the lip of the counter. “You know, there was a time when you wouldn’t have challenged me, especially in the bedroom.”

Fallon smiled and slipped one of the buttons of his shirt free. “This isn’t the bedroom, Gil, and I’ve grown to appreciate my independence.” She smoothed her hand down a few inches, flicking at the next clasp. “Besides, you’re not the only one who likes to get his own way.”

Gil watched her face as she released the buttons in sequence, his jaw tightening with each inch of skin she revealed. She tried not to smile victoriously when the pulse in his throat quickened, fluttering beneath his skin. She could tell by the set of his jaw, he wasn’t about to show her how aroused he was, how badly he needed her to kneel at his feet and wrap her lips around his cock. She’d won the first battle, and she knew how much Gil hated to lose.

But what a pleasurable loss.

Fallon opened the last button and watched the two halves fall open, revealing the muscled planes of his chest and the tight ridges across his stomach. He was lean and strong, and she couldn’t stop from scratching her nails down his skin to the top of his jeans. He grunted, his muscles contracting in sequence, his cock pushing up against the fly. Fallon gazed at his groin, wondering how he survived the tight pull of fabric across his shaft. The bulge was massive, pulsing outwards towards her fingers. She inched closer, needing to feel the heat radiating off his body, as she pushed the material from his shoulders, watching as it pooled around his wrists. He was still gripping the counter, only now his fingers were clasped so tight his knuckles had gone a pale shade of yellow.

A smile curved her lips. Gil was strong, a warrior of sorts, but here, in this moment, she held the power. Her. Measuring in at half his weight and a full head shorter. She could reduce this prime alpha male into a trembling pillar of lust, so consumed by his need for her, his body quivered beneath her gentle touch.

Fallon eased her fingers back up his chest, palming his pecs as she moved her mouth close enough he could feel her breath skim across his skin. Small bumps erupted beneath her lips, and she couldn’t stop from lightly kissing them.

“Good God, Fallon.”

Gil’s voice was husky and deep, edged with a tension she felt throughout his body. His arms were rippled with the strain of keeping his hands away from her, and his stomach was bunched so tight, she half expected him to keel over in pain. She smiled against his skin, allowing him to feel the subtle movement. His nipple hardened at her touch—a tiny pale pebble amidst a light dusting of brown hair. She inched her lips forward and kissed the small bead. Gil’s jaw clenched, and she could tell it was only with measured control he kept his hands from ripping her shirt off.

“You’re tense, Gil,” she murmured, licking at the hard, tight prize perched beneath her lips. “You need to relax more.”

Gil growled above her as she drew his nipple into her mouth, nipping at it. She didn’t need to look up to know he had his eyes clenched shut. His chest was pushing against hers, his breath heavy pants in the still air. A small moan erupted from his mouth when she released one side and moved to the other. “Darling…”

His words echoed into a hiss as she pressed her breasts against his ribs, her groin against his erection. He couldn’t seem to stop his hips from punching forward, as if his cock were leading a revolt. There was no question he wanted to mount her and fuck her hard and fast, but she knew his pride would hold him bound to the counter until she’d verbally released him.

“Need something?” she asked, roaming her hands along his arms. His biceps flexed as she smoothed her fingers across the tight muscles, scratching lightly at his skin.

“You can only push me so far,” he warned.

“That sounds like a challenge, baby,” she sighed, slowly kneeling between his legs. “And you know how much I love a good challenge.”

She looked up and met Gil’s gaze. His eyes were dark and hard, and she could see his jaw tensing. She flashed him a smile as her fingers found the button of his jeans and gently flicked it open.

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, darling,” he said. “Are you sure you want to continue it?”

Fallon raised her eyebrow at him, answering his threat by slowly lowering his zipper, revelling in the loud hiss of metal as the sides of his pants fell open. She could see the tip of his cock bunched against his briefs, the slit making a small wet circle in the fabric. She leant closer, inhaling the warm scent of man and musk. He smelled even spicier than she remembered, and she knew she wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d pumped his first climax down her throat.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve tasted you?” she asked, looping her fingers around his jeans and tugging them down. His cock pulsed out at the movement and she nearly climaxed just watching it. “How many nights I’ve dreamt of licking you, feeling you thicken in my mouth, all warm and wet?” She clawed at his briefs, trying to remind herself not to hurt him as she fought to free her precious prize from the thin material. “You denied me this afternoon, but I won’t be denied tonight.”

Fallon’s head spun as she ripped off his briefs and stared at the gift before her. His cock was massive, the head swollen and dark, shiny with the proof of his desire. It fell towards her face, bobbing with the weight of the blood coursing through its length. She would’ve purred aloud at the sight of it if she’d had any air left in her lungs to make more than a desperate squeak. Gil tensed at the soft sound and clenched his thighs, making his penis rise swiftly towards his stomach. Fallon watched, breathless, as it wavered there, seemingly suspended in mid-air, before it slowly descended again, coming to rest directly in front of her mouth.

Her control vanished.

She grabbed his thick shaft with both hands, pumping it up and down in a frantic, disjointed movement. It was almost as if she were watching another set of hands cover his hard flesh, drawing drop after drop of pearly white fluid from the tip. Gil groaned at her rough play, thrusting his hips forward, clenching the counter so hard she was certain the thing cracked. But nothing seemed to register past the red haze of desire pounding through her veins. Even the knowledge that she was going to make him come before she ever got a chance to wrap her lips around him and take him deep to the back of her throat, didn’t seem to stem her hands from surrounding him, taking him as if her life depended on the outcome. It wasn’t until she actually saw the bulbous head flare, the thin slit widening to twice its normal size, she was able to pull herself back, and ease the death grip she had on him.

A deep rumble filled the heavy air, and it took Fallon a few moments to realise Gil was chuckling. She chanced a look at his face, smiling at the heat and desire flickering in his eyes. His jaw was clenched, making the muscle in his temple dance, and he was breathing roughly in what she suspected was an attempt to keep from spurting all over her hands.

Fallon sighed, loving how her breath fluttered across his cock, making him tense. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t intend to be so…rough.”

“A proper apology requires a kiss,” he rumbled.

Fallon’s lips kicked up in an amused half-smile. Seems he’d enjoyed her uncontrollable burst of desire and was hanging on the edge, but wasn’t going to admit it to her. She looked back up at him, swiping her tongue across her lips. “Just a kiss?” she asked, bending forward to place a dainty little peck on the tip of his cock.

Gil moaned and thrust forward, but she moved with him, keeping her contact light. “Fallon.” He released the counter with one hand and slid it into her hair, fisting it around his fingers. “No more teasing.”

“Tell me what you want,” she challenged, knowing her delay would push him further over the edge. He’d made her scream out her desires earlier, and she’d make him do the same. She looked up at him. “So there won’t be any misunderstandings later,” she added.

Gil grunted, and she was sure she saw him weighing his decision. He wanted her to suck on him, but did he want it bad enough to ask? She waited, her lips barely touching his smooth skin. His grip tightened, a strangled hiss of air purging from his lips. “Take me deep.”

Fallon hid her smile and leant forward. Though he’d been fairly explicit about his needs, she wanted to lick all the fluid she’d pumped from him first. She moved slowly, distending her tongue so he’d anticipate her actions. The muscles in his stomach contracted as she nudged the flared head with her mouth, tasting just a hint of what she’d coaxed from him. Gil groaned above her, moving his other hand into her hair. He kept his grip firm, but didn’t try to force his way between her lips.

Fallon hummed in delight, savouring the spicy musk on her tongue. She’d always loved the flavour of him, but it seemed so much more delicious after going without for so long. She opened wider, and slipped the head inside her mouth.

“Oh God, Fallon. So good, baby. Damn I love seeing you like this.”

Fallon glanced up at him, bobbing lower as he watched her through lowered lids. His eyes were dark and glassy, and he dropped his head back as Fallon took him deep into the back of her throat.

Mine!

The word echoed in her head, and she only kept from screaming it out by lodging Gil’s cock in her mouth. He wasn’t hers, not in the sense the voice wanted, and if she didn’t stop thinking along those lines, she’d lose her sanity when he left this time.

“Oh, darling,” Gil moaned above her. She looked up at him, repeating the deep penetration with her mouth. “Man, one minute in your hot little mouth and I’m already fighting it off. You’re far too good at this.”