Deadly Vision (18 page)

Fallon pulled back, drawing on his shaft as she eased away, finally releasing him. He growled and punched forward, but she only licked the tip. “I think you need a break, baby,” she crooned, dipping down to swipe her tongue across his sac, lingering long enough to take each one gently into her mouth. The muscles in his buttocks tightened, proof he was fighting as hard as he’d claimed.

Gil pulled on her hair just enough to add a slight bite to her scalp. “Like I said, darling. This is a dangerous game you’re playing.”

“But isn’t waiting half the fun?” she asked.

Gil stopped and stilled, and Fallon knew he was remembering all the times he’d tossed those same words out at her. She smiled, victoriously. He was hers.

His breath sighing out of his chest was her signal to continue. She’d played the one card he hadn’t counted on, and now all he could do was lean back and try to trick her into giving him what he wanted. She would, just not on his schedule. Who knew if, or when, she’d get another chance to taste him, and she didn’t want this time to be over too quickly.

“You taste divine,” she said, licking her way back up his shaft, as she cleaned away more fluid from the tip. “I could do this for hours.”

Gil cupped her head in his hands, gently stroking her hair. “I’m willing to wait, darling. But take too long and you’ll find our positions reversed.”

She smiled up at him. “Is that a threat, or a promise?”

He grinned at her, pushing his cock back into her mouth. “Your time is coming, baby. Just remember I warned you ahead of time.”

Fallon heard him speak, but his words got lost in the rush of blood pounding in her head. All she could concentrate on was the slow penetration of his shaft in her mouth. Somehow Gil had taken over and was gently fucking her, pushing deep then retreating back until only his crown was captured within her lips. Her little voice warned her to seize back control, but there was something about the way Gil groaned, clenching her hair in his fists, that left her feeling powerful and sexy. He’d lost control and that knowledge alone made her want to give him the release he needed.

“That’s it, baby. Let my cock slide between those sexy lips. God, you look so fucking beautiful this way.”

Fallon opened wider, allowing him to increase his thrusts. He brushed the back of her throat, pushing so far she had to fight to keep from gagging. But she couldn’t find the strength to ask him to stop. Feeling him move, hearing the strangled moans wrenched from his chest spurred her on. She could feel his sac pulling tighter against his flesh as she started pumping the bottom part of his cock with her other hand. There was no use trying to stem off his release now, not when she knew he was only moments away, and she wanted him to scream her name with the intensity of it.

“Fallon. Damn it, darling, I’m going to come. Decide…”

The rest of his words were lost in a heated growl and his hips moved quicker. She knew his orgasm had taken over, and she allowed him to set the pace, thrusting hard and fast until he yelled her name, spurting the first hot jet of semen down her throat.

“Fuck, yes!”

His words echoed in her head, mixing with the sensual feel of his cock exploding in her mouth. She swallowed every drop she could, keeping his shaft buried deep inside. He was panting out loud, his legs trembling, as the last of his release washed over her tongue. She smiled as she slowly pulled back, finally allowing his cock to ease from her lips. His hands were still clenched in her hair, keeping her close. She kissed his thigh, nuzzling the base of his shaft until he softened his hold, and pulled her to her feet.

“Fallon, I…”

He pulled her hard against his chest, wrapping her tightly in his arms. He seemed unable to convey his thoughts, as she listened to his heart gradually calming. She smiled, content to just have him hold her.

“You’re amazing, darling,” he finally whispered. “Beyond compare.” He paused and then smiled against her forehead. “But I’m afraid you’ve worn me right out,” he said, though she could feel his cock still thick against her stomach. Not hard, like before, but not soft either. “Perhaps you should’ve thought about the consequences before you sucked me dry.”

Fallon chuckled. Did he really think she was buying his act? She pulled back and stared up into his eyes. “That’s okay. I got what I wanted.” She darted her tongue out and licked at a stray drop of his cum still clinging to her lips, loving the husky growl that erupted from his lips. “And as for the rest, I’ve got my hand to keep me company. I’ll just go back to my room and…”

She squealed as Gil picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, giving her ass a firm smack with his right hand. He took a step forward, leaving his shirt and pants in a puddle on the floor. “Like hell you will,” he said, marching through the house, bobbing her head against his back. “By the time I’m finished, you’ll be so damn exhausted, you won’t have any strength left to sass me.”

Chapter Twelve

I’ve got my hand to keep me company.

Gil scoffed. As if he’d leave her wet and wanting. Even if his cock had been finished for the night, which of course it wasn’t. Hell, he was already hard again, or maybe still. Either way, there were a number of ways he could please her, all of which would far surpass
her
hand.

He turned down the hall and kicked open her bedroom door. He thought she giggled, but the sound was lost in the ringing in his head. Desire and need unlike any he’d ever felt pounded through his veins, and just making it to the bed seemed an incredible act of control. His body was energised, every movement an exaggeration. He nearly jumped when Fallon’s hair brushed over his back, his skin so sensitised it felt as if she were digging her nails into his flesh.

He took a deep breath, and focused on easing her to the bed instead of simply throwing her down and jumping on top, not that she’d probably mind. He’d already caught the fragrant scent of her arousal, and he knew she’d be more than ready for him. But he’d taunted her with his stamina, and laying her down and thrusting inside her before the shirt he was too close to ripping off her fell from her shoulders was not exactly the way of holding true to his claim.

Gil stepped back and stared at the beautiful woman nestled on the bed. Her hair was fanned out across the pillow, like a thick blanket of auburn silk. He could still feel the softness of it as he’d fisted it in his fingers, anchoring himself as she’d taken him deep in her throat. Even now his hands cried out at the sudden loss, urging him to wrap the strands around his fingers again and never let go.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.”

The words slipped from his lips as he swept his gaze down her body. He loved every inch of her. From her long, pale neck to the delicate arch of her foot. Her legs were bent at the knees, lifting the hem of her shirt until it grazed the vee of her thighs. Not enough to see the fullness of her mound, but positioned perfectly to hint at the wetness he knew covered her smooth lips. He moaned, and pressed his tongue against his upper lip. He’d licked her earlier, but needed more to remember the sweet flavour of her juices.

“You’re looking incredibly sexy yourself. Especially the naked part.”

Gil smiled. She couldn’t hide her excitement, and the way her eyes seared a path to his groin told him everything he needed to know. She wanted him, and he wasn’t about to disappoint her.

Gil knelt down in front of the bed, caressing one ankle as he dragged her towards the edge. He tried to remind himself to go slow, to get her close several times before letting her go over, but his thoughts got mixed up with the sound of her breath. She was panting quietly, her chest rising against her shirt with every inhalation. He wanted to rip the damn thing off her, reveal the soft skin of her breasts, but just getting her body in position seemed to take an unreasonable amount of time, and his hormones were too revved to wait any longer.

He lifted her ankle and placed a gentle kiss just above her bone. God, she felt incredible. “Your skin is so soft. I love touching it.” He kissed her again, higher, as he draped that ankle over his shoulder, opening her legs. “Damn.” He couldn’t help but stare at her naked mound. It was so smooth and pink. It amazed him with its beauty. He’d always found a woman’s pussy to be attractive, but seeing Fallon this way overwhelmed him. The lack of pubic hair allowed him to see every pulse and flicker of her lips as she tightened and relaxed her muscles. He’d never noticed how her skin was a deeper pink there, or how her arousal made her lips appear plump and thick, much like his cock.

Gil reached forward, drawing a single finger along the edge of her sex. He kept his touch soft and gentle, not wanting to damage the perfection of her skin. “So pretty, Fallon.” He made another pass, slightly deeper. “So pretty and soft I’m afraid I’ll catch your skin on my calluses.”

Fallon laughed, a deep breathy sound that made his cock peak and his breath hiss out through his teeth. “I’m not fragile.” She shifted her ankle further onto his shoulder, opening herself wider. “You don’t need to treat me like a porcelain doll. I can take anything you dish out, and still beg you for more.”

“Can you now?” he said. “Why don’t we put that challenge to the test, darling?”

Gil leant forward and breathed in a mixture of aromas. He could smell the floral scent from the freshly washed sheets woven in with the fruity fragrance of Fallon’s perfume. There was a hint of pine and rain on her skin along with the sweet heady musk of her sex. It amazed him how all the scents mixed together to create one, perfect aroma that infused her image into his mind. How he knew he’d think only of her when he smelled any part of the mixture.

You are such a goner.

He smiled at the thought, too caught up in the moment to care about the repercussions of his actions. Fallon was his. For how long, he didn’t know, but he’d make the most of their time together, and worry about figuring the rest out later.

“You’re extremely wet, darling,” he said, dipping his finger between the soft folds of skin. “Did you enjoy tasting me?”

A muted ‘yes’ hissed from her chest as he sank one finger inside her channel. It was tight and soft, and just the sight of her skin parting around him made his cock jump. “You’re so warm and tight. Damn, I love touching you.”

He eased forward teasing the top of her mound with the tip of his tongue. Fallon moaned and pressed her hips up, slipping his mouth further down her sex. He knew she wanted him to dive in. Lap the juices flowing from her body, but he didn’t want to rush it. Just watching her body react to his touch was fascinating. Every movement of his tongue was echoed by a contraction of her muscles. Her stomach clenched, and her thighs tensed. Her hands twisted the sheets as she desperately tried to anchor herself. He smiled when her back arched off the bed as he flicked her tightly knotted clit, slowly lapping at it with his tongue.

“Umm,” he moaned. “I can’t imagine anything tasting better than you, baby.”

“That’s because you’ve never tasted yourself,” she tossed out.

Gil chuckled against her flesh, loving how more contractions rippled along her stomach. “There’s no way I taste better than this sweet cream. So warm and tangy.” He pulled his finger slowly out of her channel, still watching her skin move around him. “Here,” he said, holding it up to her lips. “Taste how delicious you are.”

Fallon looked at him, a devious smile curving her lips, as she slowly distended her tongue and tickled the tip of his finger. Then she leant forward and ran it up and down the side before finally slipping it between her lips and bobbing down its length as she’d done to his cock only minutes earlier.

“I see you want to continue with your dangerous game, darling.” He shook his head in feigned disappointment. “Not a wise choice when your body is so obviously pleading to come.” He pulled his finger free of her mouth, groaning at the suction she applied to it. “Now you’ll have to take your punishment for being such a naughty girl.”

Fallon raised an eyebrow. “And just what are you going to do?”

Gil smiled at her. Apparently she thought he was joking. He could tell by the way she gave his body a slow sweep, lingering on the increasing thickness of his erection, that she didn’t think he was in any shape to prolong his needs, let alone hers. But if she thought he was going to let her off without any kind of pleasurable torture, she was wrong. She’d challenged him more than once tonight, and he was going to make sure she knew what happened when she decided to take control of their lovemaking.

Gil moved back slightly, caressing her thigh with his fingers. “There’s only one punishment fitting of your sass tonight.” He moved his hand up to her waist. “Turn over, baby.”

“Why?” she asked, stretching her foot up to his chest.

Though he tried, he couldn’t help but look down and watch the way her plump lips rubbed against each other, opening slightly as she traced small circles across his chest with her toe. The motion seemed to inflame her need higher and he moaned as more juice spilled out and down the soft skin of her inner thigh. It was enough to make his cock flare in protest.

Gil didn’t even realise he’d moved until Fallon’s startled gasp filled the room and he found himself poised on the edge of the bed, her body draped across his lap. Her muscles bunched and flexed
 
as she wiggled around, trying to make the position more comfortable, but his firm grip across her thighs kept her from moving away.