Deadly Vision (30 page)

Fallon placed her hand on his chest when he bent down to kiss her. “I don’t need fancy words or shiny trinkets to trust in your devotion. I need action.” She gave his body a long slow sweep. “Prove it. Stake your claim right here, right now…or walk away.”

Gil moved, pulling her tight against him, his tongue already demanding entrance to her mouth. She opened willingly, her tongue clashing with his, fighting for dominance of the kiss. He allowed her a few moments of triumph before sliding his hand behind her neck and arching her back, deepening the kiss in a way that told her he was in control. She’d wanted him to prove his claim, and he wouldn’t stop until he’d done just that.

“Gil.”

Her voice was breathless, husky with desire, and the sound of it surged more blood to his already swollen shaft, reducing what little room he still had left in his pants. He groaned at the increased pressure, hoping he didn’t cream his shorts before he’d had a chance to strip her.

“Do you know how hot you look in this delightful scrap of fabric you have covering those beautiful breasts of yours.” He trailed a finger down across her collarbone, lightly brushing her nipple. She moaned and arched further forward, pushing the distended pebble against his hand. “Every man at that party wanted to rip it off you and taste your pretty nipples.” He chuckled, allowing her to undulate her chest against him. “I thought Jackson was going to die from that hard-on he was sporting since the moment Jane introduced you to him.”

Fallon’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “What?”

“You didn’t notice the way he kept his shirt down over his jeans, darling? He wanted you…bad.”

She smiled at the hint of jealousy he heard in his voice. “But you’re the only one who gets me.”

He nodded, happy she’d taken his words to heart. He’d meant every one. No other man was ever going to touch her. “Glad you see it my way, baby. ‘Cause after tonight, you’ll never question who you belong to again.” He stepped back. “Now I’ll give you two choices. Either you undress yourself, or I’m going to rip those clothes off you. Either way, I want you naked. Now!”

Fallon arched her brow in challenge. “Really. Isn’t that just a bit barbaric? I mean…”

Her words disintegrated into a keening cry when he reached forward and grabbed the sides of her skirt. The bedroom echoed with the sound of the material ripping apart as he let the torn scrapes fall to the floor. She stared at the black fabric puddled on the floor then slowly raised her face to his. Anger and astonishment flashed in her eyes before they glazed over with lust. He smiled, knowing she wanted his loss of control as much as he needed to lose it.

“Should I do that lovely red shirt next, or your panties?”

She crossed her arms as if protecting the material still covering her body. “I’ll take it off,” she whispered, reaching for the hem.

“Just make it quick, baby, if you still want to have it in one piece.”

Fallon glared at him, but he could see the heat in her stare. She was more aroused than angry, and he knew she secretly craved his dominance.

“Very nice,” he complimented as she placed the shirt on the chair. “Now for the rest of your garments.”

He motioned to her bra and panty set as she reached for the front clasp. One flick and the cups separated, revealing the soft creamy skin of her breasts. Heat punched through his stomach and down his spine. God, she was beautiful. She didn’t seem to notice the raw heat radiating off his body as she pushed her shoulders back and allowed the small scrap of lace to fall to the floor. Then she stood there, waiting.

Gil growled and took a step towards her. “Panties. Now.”

Fallon raised her eyebrows, a seductive smile gracing her lips. “Those, you can rip.”

“Fuck!”

The word was barely out of his mouth before he had his fingers rimmed around the lace. He paused just long enough for Fallon to see the carnal intent in his eyes before tearing the seams apart and throwing the remains over his shoulder. Fallon’s giggle filled the room as he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, his body coming down hard on hers. His mouth met hers and he twisted it open, pistoning his tongue inside. She tasted vaguely of Brad’s chicken wings, and the slightly spicy flavour filled him with need. He wanted to erase the images he’d created of Jackson fucking her. Of imaging how her legs would be wrapped around the man’s hips as he thrust inside her, making her scream out his name.

Only his name would be torn from her chest with such force she’d feel hoarse after.

“Do you think that pretty boy could’ve fucked you like I do sweetheart? Do you think he would’ve known how to take you to the edge of pain and pleasure without going over?”

She shook her head, screaming the word ‘no’ as he suckled her left nipple into his mouth. It was hard and thick, like a juicy berry waiting to be plucked off the vine. He burrowed harder into her flesh, plumping her other breast with his hand. She was arched into him, rubbing her wet inner lips up and down his pants. He could feel the heat and moisture through the material and had to concentrate on something else for a moment before he spewed his sperm inside his jeans.

“Don’t move,” he said, putting enough authority into his voice he knew she’d obey him. He stood up and clawed at his zipper, amazed at how much his fingers trembled. Only Fallon had ever had this effect on him. No matter how strong he was, she reduced him to a trembling fool with only a look.

“Sure you don’t need my help?” she asked, opening her legs a bit wider. His gaze snapped down and he moaned at the sight of her delicate pussy, plump and pink. He could see the glistening evidence of her arousal trailing down her inner thighs and practically ripped his own clothes off in the need to take her.

“You’ll pay for that, darling,” he promised, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. He already knew how he was going to take her, but he wanted a taste of the sweet juice coating her skin. He leaned in, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. It was so sweet and warm, he plunged his tongue through her slit without thinking. Fallon moaned and tilted her hips, pressing him harder into her flesh.

“So sweet, baby. God I love the taste of you.”

He dipped in for another lick, swirling the cream around her clit. She cried out and speared her fingers through his hair, anchoring his face against her mound. He chuckled and blew a hot breath across her clit, loving how it tightened in response.

“Don’t worry, Fallon. I’m not going to tease you. I need you too badly.”

And he did. After seeing the woman splayed out across the makeshift altar, her legs spread wide, the evidence of her suffering carved on her chest, he’d had to physically hold himself from running back to Fallon. To convince himself she was still safe, still his. More than once the nurse’s face had blurred into hers and he knew he’d never be able to inspect another crime scene without seeing his lover’s face.

Gil shook the unsettling thoughts from his head and sucked more of Fallon’s juice into his mouth. He loved how wet she got when he touched her, and wondered how long he could lay there, licking her. An hour? A day? A week?

Fallon cried out and ground her pussy into him, drawing him from his thoughts. She wasn’t going to last another minute at this pace and he needed to get her ready for the next event.

He pulled away, loving the huff of frustration that echoed his retreat. “Soon, darling. I just need to get you ready first.”

“Ready for what?” she asked, pressing up onto her elbows.

He smiled and pulled the plug and lubrication out of the drawer. “For my grand entrance,” he said. “There’s only one way to really stake my claim. And I think you know what it is.”

Fallon’s eyes went wide as she watched him lubricate the toy, smearing a generous amount of gel along its length. She looked incredibly aroused, with just a hint of uncertainty flashing in and out of her expression. He knew she’d hoped he’d take her anally when she’d demanded he take action, but he also knew the thought of it left her feeling just a bit unsure. He hadn’t been able to love her that way since Charlie had joined them, and he knew she was remembering that too.

“Ready, baby.”

It wasn’t a question and he didn’t wait for a reply. A shiver trembled through her as he placed the thick plug at her rear entrance, coating the tight pucker with a blob of gel he’d placed on the tip. “Relax for me.”

Her muscles tensed then softened as she did her best to comply. A trail of juice had trickled down from her cunt, and he smiled when he thought of licking it all away. He eased forward, pulling her ass checks apart with his other hand and he slowly inserted the plug, not stopping until the base locked against her flesh. Fallon moaned and twisted, fisting the sheets in her hands.

“You’re so tight, Fallon. Damn, I can’t wait to feel you squeeze my cock.”

“Then fuck me, already!” she screamed.

“Soon. But first I want to enjoy watching you squirm around the plug.” He pulled it out, plunging it back in faster, harder. She bucked up, but didn’t ask him to stop. “That’s it, baby. Let it stretch those tight muscles.” He thrust it in again, loving the way her ass flowed around the toy in an effort to accommodate it. “Feel good?”

“So good. Please, Gil.”

“As soon as I’ve eaten all this sweet cream you’ve made for me.” He licked his way from her ass to her clit. “Delicious.”

Fallon screamed her need, opening her legs wider, begging him to lick her until she came. He followed her wishes, lapping at her pussy, pushing her higher. He grunted when she twisted her hands in his hair, tugging on the ends with enough force to add a sharp sting. He smiled, wondering how she’d enjoy a quick spanking with the plug still in her ass when he flipped her over and prepared her for his final task.

“Now. Oh God. I need you to make me come. Now!”

Her fingers tightened around his hair as he increased the pressure against her clit. She was rocking with him, pushing the plug deeper into her ass as he licked her nub, nipping at it with his teeth. She gasped in one last raspy breath before wailing out his name, her body exploding beneath him. Gil growled into her flesh, drinking the juice that spilled from her cunt as her ass locked around the plug, refusing to let it move. Her fingers fell from his head, dropping on the bed beside him. A sense of male pride flooded his system and he smiled, victoriously.

“Do you have any idea how wonderfully you orgasm, baby? God, it’s better than any porn ever made.” He nuzzled her bud and loved the moan that filled her lungs. “Now let’s see if I can make you scream again.”

With that he rose from between her legs, dropping one last kiss on her mound as he straddled her body, rubbing his hands along her thighs. “Roll over, Fallon.”

She snagged her bottom lip between her teeth as she stared at the engorged head of his cock. It was red and swollen, the tip shiny with his pre-cum. He could tell by the gleam in her eyes she wanted to suck him again.

“Next time,” he whispered, loving how her mouth turned down into a disappointed pout. For a moment, he thought she might actually challenge him again, but then she lowered her eyes and turned slowly in the small confine of his body.

“Good, girl,” he praised, smoothing his hand over her buttocks. She cried out in surprise when he placed a firm whack across her cheeks.

“What was that for?” she demanded, glancing back at him over her shoulder.

He merely lifted an eyebrow. “For thinking about disobeying me, darling. I saw that look in your eyes.”

Fallon’s pout increased and he couldn’t stop from placing another smack on her other side. She jerked against him and he saw her ass clench around the plug. A muscle twitched in his jaw at the sight and he couldn’t help but spank her again.

“Damn, Fallon. Do you know how erotic it is to see you clench on that plug? You’re killing me, girl.”

“More,” was all she seemed to be able to moan as she lifted her ass and tucked her knees under her. “More.”

His heart swelled in his chest and didn’t try to stop the smile from lighting his face. He’d never imagined he’d ever find a woman who’d please him like she did. And he’d almost lost her.

Gil spanked her again, raining his hand down over her ass until her skin flushed a bright pink and she screamed out his name. Then he nudged her knees further apart and grabbed the end of the plug.

“Take a breath, baby, and blow it out slowly.”

Fallon complied and her breath hissed from her chest as he pulled the toy from her body, tossing it forgotten on the floor. Her hole was red and slick, slightly open from the pressure of the plug. He reached for the tube and smeared more gel along his cock, ensuring every inch was covered in a thick coat. Despite the preparations, he knew she’d be tight, and he didn’t want to hurt her.

Fallon stilled as he placed his crown at her nether hole, gently splaying her cheeks apart as he pressed against her anus.

“Relax, baby. Relax so I can show you who truly possesses you.”

His name hissed out with her breath as he slowly entered her, pressing through the tight ring of muscles until the bulbous head popped in. She let out a keening cry as her back bowed and her hips pressed back, sinking him all the way in. He grabbed her hips, trying to still her movement, but it was too late. The hot sensation of her ass clasping his over aroused shaft was more than he could stand. His breath whooshed out of his chest in a sigh of defeat, and he gave in to the carnal need flowing through his body.