The Falling

by Jessie Jones

  "I'm a little sore from the waist down but not actually hurt."

  "Are you too sore for a little morning shag?" he asked as he began nibbling her neck. He then slipped his hands under the crop top to begin massaging her breasts that lay beneath the sports bra. Patrick's cock began to harden in his pants as Gillian began to rub her clothed groin against his.

  "Pat, aren't you late for a meeting?" John asked heatedly as he walked into the dining room wearing a dark grey, expensive suit that fit the muscular British man like a glove. He had awoken in a foul mood this morning when he had found Patrick lying beside him instead of kitten. The billionaire knew Gillian was hiding from him, and that pissed him off. Instead of coming to look for him to tell him good morning, John had found her on Pat's lap. What the fuck was he going to do with her?

  Patrick pulled away from Gillian a moment so he could look at his best mate. He knew that look, and it told the Irishman that John needed a moment with his woman. Kissing Gillian's lips once more, softly, Patrick said, "Actually, I am."

  "Don't leave yet, Pat," the ebony haired American urged as the Irishman stood up and put her on her feet. Grabbing his hand, she said, "Finish your breakfast first. You can eat with me and John."

  "No, I really need to get going, sweetheart," Patrick replied, placing a kiss on her lips. With a wink, he said, "I'll see you tonight, lovey."

  Releasing his hand, Gillian watched the blond Irishman turn and walk out of the room. Turning around, she was not surprised to see John standing in front of her. Lifting her head to look into his eyes, Gillian was smashed against the Brit's chest before his lips slammed down on hers. As his tongue mated with hers, she was pushed back against the table and lifted so she could sit on it. John's masculine, clean scent washed over Gillian as her pussy began to instantly weep. However, as John dragged her sore bottom to the edge of the table, Gillian was brought back to reality.

  "John…stop," Gillian said breathlessly, trying to push against his chest.

  Hearing the slight catch in her voice, John broke the kiss and quickly asked, "What's wrong, kitten? Did we hurt you last night?"

  The beautiful American's eyes instantly began to water as she turned her head away from him and took a deep, shaky breath. When her eyes met his again, she said, "Yes, you did hurt me, John, but not like you're thinking. Why couldn't you just talk to me last night? Why did you have to do that punishment crap? I really don't even understand why you're mad at me."

  Pulling away from her, John raked an agitated hand through his midnight hair. He hated the tears he saw in her eyes, especially because he knew he was the cause. The guilt he was suddenly feeling was almost suffocating. Avoiding Gillian's direct gaze, he said, "Look, I'm sorry if I hurt you. That wasn't my intention, kitten, but you can't put yourself in harm's way. You're important to me, dammit! If something happened to you—"

  "I didn't put myself in harm's way, John!" Gillian cried, jumping off the table and walking up to the Brit. "I went for a jog and a burger, for crying out loud! I not only had Duff with me, but I had a whole damn league of guards! I could understand you being upset with me if I just took off by myself, but that's not what happened!"

  "You'll fucking do as I say, kitten!" John yelled back, towering over her. "I will not take chances with you or your safety, especially after what occurred in France."

  "France? Now, you want to talk about that?" Gillian yelled sarcastically. "I thought we would just continue to avoid it, like we have been!"

  "I'm not avoiding it."

  "Aren't you, John?" Gillian asked as the tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "I needed you after what happened with Galen and Pandora, and you left me here in this damn prison to deal with it myself! I'm scared, dammit! You don't think I haven't thought about what happened a million times! I could have died, John! I thought Galen was going to choke me to death, and do you know who I thought of during that? You, dammit! I was worried that Galen would come for you next!"

  John immediately pulled a crying Gillian into his arms and held her while he stroked her silky hair and back. "Please don't cry, kitten. I'm so sorry, baby," the Brit said softly. "I'm a fucking bastard who was only thinking about his own needs. When I found out Galen had taken you, the only thing I could think of was getting to you, love. Then when I saw your lifeless body on the couch…"

  Gillian looked up and saw the unshed tears in John's eyes. She also saw raw emotion and fear in their blackened depths. Gripping his face in her hands, the American brought his lips to hers in a soft, warm kiss. "John, I was scared too," she replied in a whisper soft voice as she rubbed his bearded face lovingly. "The thought of never seeing you again was terrifying to me. I know our relationship is new, but I have loved you since the moment we met. It's hard even finding words, Bear, to tell you exactly how I feel. I just want to be given the chance to do so. I have gone my whole life hiding, and I'm tired of it. As I told you in France, I want a relationship with you, but you have to be willing to meet me halfway, baby, and that includes talking to me."

  "I'm not Pat, kitten!" John barked, unnerved, pulling away from Gillian. The Irishman had been the only person in his life to ever know what John was thinking or feeling, and here, his kitten stood before him, reading his thoughts. The British billionaire wanted to share his feelings with her but didn't think he could. More than that, he was afraid that he would frighten her away or show her how truly weak he was. "I can't just open my mouth and talk to you the way he can! I don't know what in the fuck you want from me! I feel as though I'm standing here bleeding all over you as is! What if I can't be what you want, kitten?"

  "You can, and you are, Bear!" Gillian urged with tears rolling down her face as she watched him drop in a chair and cover his face with his hands. She quickly approached him and removed his hands from his face before straddling his lap. "Look at me, John." When he did so, she said, "I'm not asking you to be Patrick. For this relationship to work, all I want is you to love me and trust me. I also want you to be honest with me about your feelings. I'm not asking you to recite sonnets, just talk to me. I understand that you express your emotions sexually, and I'm okay with that, but sometimes it helps to talk about stuff. Please tell me you are at least willing to try, Bear."

  "Of course, I am, kitten," John replied gently, wiping the tears away from her lovely, porcelain face. "This love shit is new to me, and I know I'm fucking it up, but I do know that I can't live without you in my life. The times when I'm away from you, it's pure torture. My body physically aches, and I withdraw like a fucking heroin addict."

  The smile that touched Gillian's face was extraordinary. Kissing his lips again, she said, "See, was that so hard? I love you too, Pooh Bear, and trust me, I know exactly how you feel because I feel it too."

  John smashed his lips to Gillian's as he ran his hands up her thighs to her backside. He gently massaged the sore skin as his tongue mated with hers. John absolutely loved his kitten! Somehow, she got him, or she at least appeared to. The Brit could feel his cock growing in his pants but knew that he needed to give his woman some time to rest, especially for what he had planned for tonight. Seeing Gillian wince in pain, John stopped his movements and brought his hands up her sides to begin massaging her breasts.

  "I want to fuck you right now, kitten, but I think you need a break," John half growled, fully aroused. "I might have been a little rough last night."

  "Might have been? I think the words you are looking for are, 'kitten, I was a beast last night, and I'm sorry'."

  A handsome smile crossed John's face at the sarcasm in her voice. "I am sorry if I hurt you. However, when it comes to your safety, kitten, there will be no yielding."

  Letting out a sigh, Gillian rolled her eyes. "John, remember how we had that conversation about compromising? I understand that you want me to have the guards, and I'm all right with that, but you can't keep me cooped up in this house like it's a prison. All I ask is that you let me leave the house from time to time. I promise I will take Duff, the g
uards, whoever you want! I will also text or call you, so you know exactly where I'm going. If you feel that it's too dangerous, then I'll head home. I think that's a fair compromise, Bear, don't you?"

  John looked into the most beautiful pair of emerald eyes as he listened to her speak. Patrick had basically said the same damn thing to him. Until meeting him, Gillian had done what she wanted, when she wanted. He could tell by her face that she understood the danger she was in. The least he could do was make her life a little easier by allowing her some sense of freedom. John knew that Duff would risk his life for her and that his men would as well.

  "Fine, kitten," John agreed through clenched teeth as the smile on her flawless face grew. "You have Duff and the guards with you at all times, you call me before leaving the manor, and you do not, at any time, leave England unless you are with me or Pat. You will also continue to keep a tracking device on you at all times just like I wear."

  "So, that's how you knew where to find me in France. Where is it hidden?"

  Picking up her hand, John placed a kiss on her ringed finger. "Right here." When his eyes met hers again, John could not read the emotion there. "Are you angry?"

  "No, I don't think so," Gillian replied honestly. "How can I be mad when it brought you to me? I mean, you saved my life. Did you only give it to me because it has a tracking device, though?"

  "No." John softly smiled, lightly stroking her slender neck. "I bought it for you because I love you and I thought you would like it. As I told you in France, you were being followed 24/7, so even without it, I would have found you." Pleased by John's answer, Gillian kissed his lips. As she pulled back, the Brit said, "There is something else that I would like to ask you, kitten, and I want you to be honest with me, regardless of how you think it may affect me. Do you love Pat?"

  The lovely American stared at John a minute as she played with the hair at the nape of his neck. After a moment or so, she replied softly, "I don't know exactly how I feel about Patrick. I am attracted to him, and I could see us having a relationship, but my feelings, at this point, aren't like my feelings for you, Bear. There was something about Patrick when I first met him in the club, but you…there are no words for how I felt when I met you. How do you feel about Patrick and me having sex?"

  "I know you don't understand my relationship with Pat, but to me, his attraction to you is natural. It makes total sense to me that he and I would want the same woman, especially you, kitten. Neither one of us were looking for a soul mate, but fate decided that we needed you, that I…needed you. I would be lying to you if I said I wasn't somewhat jealous of the closeness I see developing between the two of you. Pat is a good man, with a good heart, who would make an excellent husband, unlike me. He's softer…don't let his asshole façade fool you. Just promise me, kitten, that no matter what happens between you and Pat, that you will always love me more."

  The vulnerability she saw in the depths of John's black eyes had tears forming in hers. Hugging his body close to hers, Gillian looked directly into his eyes and said, "I promise to always love you more, Bear. Even if I do develop feelings for Patrick, they will never compare to what I feel for you."

  John was touched by the sincerity and truthfulness he saw in Gillian's eyes. His kitten did love him, and it was written all over her face. Nuzzling her slender neck, the Brit was suddenly overcome with raw emotion. He heard her softly moan as his lips and tongue made their way up her neck and his hands went up under her sports bra to palm her bare breasts. As John devoured her neck, Gillian began to rub her clothed pussy against the rock-hard erection sitting between her legs. Her hands slid down his body to begin unbuckling his expensive trousers. Just as his pants fell open, John grabbed her hands.

  "You're playing with fire, kitten," John warned. He was emotionally on the edge and wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of her tight, wet pussy. "We've already established that I have no control with you, and I know you might be a little sore—"

  "Then let me take care of you, Bear," Gillian said, running her tongue along his full bottom lip. "Put your cock in my mouth and let me take the edge off, baby."

  John growled in the back of his throat as he watched Gillian crawl off his lap and onto the floor before him. He about came out of his chair when her small hand reached into his pants and pulled his massive cock out. As she placed a kiss on the tip of the head, Gillian looked up at John and smiled before lovingly rubbing his dick across her lips. The Brit's scarred hand gripped her ponytail and roughly pulled her head back. His tongue mated with hers in a passionate kiss as her fingers closed around his cock and stroked it with long, slow movements.

  Breaking the kiss, John's muscular stomach flexed when her other hand began massaging his balls. His head fell back when her mouth replaced her hand on his testicles. "Oh, fuck, I love you, kitten." When her tongue trailed the vein in his thick, erect dick to the tip, John's head fell back in pure ecstasy.

  "Pooh Bear's cock tastes so good in my mouth," Gillian cooed, slapping her lips with the member. "Let's see if you like this." The beautiful American then put the mushroom shaped head in her mouth and sucked just the tip as she stroked the shaft with both hands.

  John squirmed in his seat at the intense pleasure Gillian was causing in his body. He could not explain what this woman did to him. John had had his cock sucked by several women throughout his life, but when Gillian did it, she created a sharp, electric current that started in the base of his spine and traveled throughout his body. His love for her also made the act more intense, pleasurable, and explosive. No woman had ever made him squirm the way she did, and although he hated to admit it, John loved every moment of it.

  Pulling the head of his cock out of her mouth with a loud pop, Gillian licked her lips and smiled seductively at her lover. The lust and desire she saw in the depths of his ebony eyes had her pussy weeping. Lovingly massaging John's shaft against her face as she continued to stroke him, she said, "Does Pooh Bear want to come?"

  "Yes, he does," John responded between clenched teeth. He could feel the orgasm building in his balls, and he wanted her to milk him dry.

  "Where do you want to come, baby? Here?" Gillian asked, rubbing his cock against her bare breasts. She then brought it back up to her lips. Rubbing the silky skin of his dick against her petal soft lips, she asked, "Or here?"

  "In your mouth, kitten," John barked, needing a release. "Swallow every drop."

  Gillian was not surprised to feel her British lover grip both sides of her head and take over the oral act. She stifled a laugh as he pushed his cock in her mouth and pushed it all the way back. Telling herself to breathe, she let him fuck her mouth by thrusting his hips up. To add to his pleasure, Gillian began humming when the tip of his cock reached the back of her throat. Knowing that John was close to the edge of coming, Gillian applied pressure to the skin between his balls and anus by massaging it. The large, muscular Brit uttered a string of profanity as he shot his load deep into her warm mouth. John let go of her head to grip the arms of the chair as his body flexed and convulsed, and Gillian milked the cum into her mouth by stroking the length of his cock.

  Licking her lips and purring like a well-fed cat, Gillian grinned. "Mmm…you taste so yummy, Bear. Are you feeling better?"

  John chuckled as his eyes met hers. He loved this playful side of her. Gillian could seduce him any time she felt like it. Leaning forward as he felt his cock begin to soften, John passionately kissed her mouth. Loving the taste of himself on her lips, the Brit pulled her back up into his lap. "That was amazing, kitten."

  Feeling horny herself, Gillian rubbed her bared breasts against his clothed chest. In his ear, she whispered, "How about returning the favor?"

  A devilish smile played on John's lips as he stood up and carried Gillian to the table. Placing her on the edge of the covered antique wood, he laid her back on the expensive table linens before he ripped off her pants and G-string. John then placed her heels on the table edge and spread her legs apart. Her exquisit
e cunt was dripping wet with her juices and he could smell how aroused she was. A shiver ran through him as he spread her pussy lips apart and playfully licked at her clit. A soft chuckle left his lips when his greedy woman dug her hands into his hair to press his face closer to her core. John could feel her begin to undulate against his bearded face. Pulling back, he placed a chaste kiss on the inside of each thigh before he stood up and began to repair his pants.

  Leaning up on her elbows in surprise, Gillian looked at John and pouted. "Bear, why did you stop? I haven't come yet."

  "And you won't. Not until tonight, anyway," John replied, dimples flashing in his handsome, dark face. Hearing Gillian huff in annoyance and cross her arms over her chest, she sat up and looked away from him. "Before you start yelling at me, my dearest kitten, and telling me how unfair I am, would you like to know why I stopped?"

  "Of course, I would…asshole," Gillian whined in exasperation. How could John leave her so hot and aroused?

  The smile grew on John's gorgeous face as he walked up to his woman and used his finger to turn her face to him. Kissing her pouty lips, he said, "Have we not had multiple conversations about you trying to top from the bottom?" When Gillian didn't respond to him, he asked, "What were you trying to do while you sucked my cock? Were you, or were you not, telling me what to do?"

  "Ugh!" Gillian mouthed in utter disgust. "Are you serious, John? I was trying to please you and get you off—"

  "And you did. Your mouth was remarkable," John said, cutting her off as he quickly kissed her lips "Consider this punishment for not only attempting to top but, also, for not waking me up with a good morning kiss. I would have much rather had your warm body pressed to me than Pat's Irish ass. Not only do we not go to bed angry, but you will always wake me up with a kiss or a shag." When Gillian rolled her eyes, John burst out laughing. "It's only proper British etiquette, love. Honestly, kitten, you Americans are nothing more than savages."