Deadly Vision

by Kris Norris

  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 suc
k 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.

  Fallon screamed as he powered into her, claiming her ass in one strong stroke then retreating just as quickly. She’d fisted the pillow beneath her chest as she met each thrust, angling him deeper, taking him farther into her body than he dreamed possible. She was howling in a deep primitive voice that made the hairs on his neck stand up. If he hadn’t known she was immersed in pleasure, he would’ve thought someone was killing her.

  But then maybe he was.

  With pleasure.

  “Hold on. I’m going to come and I want to take you with me.”

  She cried out, the sound hushed by the pounding of his blood, so loud it made his head spin. He released one side of her hip and landed another smack on her ass, her scream the only indication he’d sent her even higher. Her anal muscles clenched around his invading cock, milking his release even as he fought to hold on. He came in one almighty spurt, filling her with seed until his toes tingled. Sometime during his release she’d locked him tight inside her ass, her body convulsing on the bed beneath him. He made one last attempt to pleasure her by reaching around and pinching her clit, rewarded by the wail that pierced the air. She gave one last tilt of her hips, then collapsed on the bed.

  Gil followed her down, dragging her over on her side as he pulled her tight against his chest. His vision dimmed and his head rolled in dizzying waves and he waited for his orgasm to ease, and his breathing to return to normal. Fallon was locked in his arms, her warm tears washing over his skin.

  “I love you too, Gil,” she whispered, her voice so soft he wasn’t sure if he’d heard her.

  He held her even tighter, loving how their bodies fit perfectly together. “Sleep now. We’ll talk later. But know this. I’ll never let you go again.”

  He thought he heard her sob once as she kissed his arm before sexual exhaustion won the fight and he drifted into the growing darkness.

  Chapter Twenty

  Fallon woke to the sound of rain on the window. It was hazy and distant, but just enough to ease some of the fuzziness from her head. She squinted at her surroundings, wondering why her body felt so hot. It wasn’t until she tried to roll over she realised she was pressed tight against Gil’s chest. He’d looped one arm around her waist and the other under her head. Her heart clenched when she reran the events of last night, a small pinch in her ass confirming it wasn’t her imagination. Gil had said he loved her…never wanted to leave her. And he’d certainly gone to extreme lengths to stake his claim.

  She smiled at the images that filled her head, the feel of his cock tunnelling deep into her ass still vivid in her mind. It’d been so long since she’d experienced that form of pleasure, the intensity of her orgasms had nearly caused her to black out. But it’d been more than just the physical pleasure. There’d been a sensuality to his touch he’d never shown her before. It made her feel more confident than ever. She smiled, and burrowed closer into him.

  “You know, Fallon. You keep rubbing me with your ass, and I might forget what a pounding its already taken tonight.”

  Fallon’s smile widened. Gil’s cock was already hardening against the small of her back and his voice was deep with lust. “Is that a threat? Or a promise?”

  Gil rolled her over in his arms covering her body with his. “Dangerous words, darling.” Then his voice softened and a different emotion crossed his expression. “Are you sore?”

  Tears pooled as he traced her jaw with his hands. He looked so sincere she thought her heart would pound out through her chest. “You could never hurt me.”

  A vein in his temple twitched as he clenched his jaw. “I already have,” he whispered, climbing off of her and walking over to the window. “I pushed you away when all you wanted to do was help me.”

  Fallon’s stomach dropped as she watched him stare out at the dreary night. She could see the pain in his reflection on the rain streaked window. It was then she realised how much leaving had hurt him too. A calm settled in her heart and she pushed herself up and walked to the other side of the window. “It’s taken me a long time to see that you didn’t leave to hurt me. I think you left because it hurt you too much to stay.” She looked down at her feet. “I never should’ve gone along that night. I knew it’d kill you inside.”

  She hadn’t realised he’d moved until she felt his hands close around her shoulders as he turned her back towards the bed. “What?” His voice was harsh and the tone in it sent shivers down her spine. “You’ve spent all this time thinking I left because of the night we shared with Charlie?”

  She nodded, unable to talk around the lump lodged in her throat.

  Gil shook her once and moved away, stalking his way back to the bed. “That night is the only memory that’s kept me sane these past six months.” He met her gaze. “The only reason I didn’t finish what those bastards started that day.”

  “But, I don’t understand. If you weren’t mad about sharing me with Charlie, then what? And why did you want to share in the first place?”

  Gil sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, pressing his head into his hands. “It started five years before I met you.” He paused as if signalling her to sit down. She moved over, taking the chair across from him.

  “Charlie and I used to work together out of the Reno office. We’d been stationed there since we’d left the academy, working extortion cases. I was pretty happy there, but…” He shrugged. “Charlie had met this beautiful young journalist and accepted a transfer to Seattle wher
e she’d just been offered her own column. A couple of weeks before he was supposed to move the three of us headed off for one last hurrah.” He stopped and looked over at her. “And no, we didn’t share her. It was just Charlie’s way of saying good-bye.

  “Anyway, we headed down to Central America for some cheap fun in the sun. Juliet, Charlie’s fiancé, wanted…”

  “Charlie’s fiancé?” she interrupted lurching to her feet. “I never heard either of you mention any fiancé before.” Gil merely nodded and motioned her back to the chair. She plopped down on the seat, not sure if she’d decided to sit or if her legs had given out.

  “Juliet wanted to see this little town in the mountains her friends had told her about. And Charlie couldn’t say no to her. We were nearly over the peak when some jackass trying to pass us on a blind corner barrelled into the car to avoid a head-on and sent us over the edge.”

  He looked down at his hands clenched in his lap. They were trembling. “What happened?”

  Gil’s jaw twitched and his eyes went distant, as if he was somewhere else. “I don’t really remember much. Loud noises. Screaming. The next thing I knew I was lying on the ground beside the car, my head throbbing and my ribs so sore I could barely breathe. Somehow, we’d made it to the bottom of this crag and Charlie had pulled us both from the wreckage.” Gil laughed, but it was hollow. “Charlie was the only one not hurt. I mean, not even a fucking scratch. To this day I don’t know how he managed that.”

  “What about Juliet?”

  Gil’s face sobered and his skin paled. “She was pretty bad. In and out of consciousness…internal bleeding. We knew if we didn’t get her some help fast, she wouldn’t make it. Charlie tried climbing back up, but…” His voice trailed off and all Fallon could do was caress her fingers over his.

  “We decided to walk it out. We’d passed another town several miles back and figured we could reach it by nightfall. What we didn’t know was how fucking slow it is traipsing through the jungle. Especially when one of you can barely move. I tried to keep up, but I was coughing up blood by sunset. Charlie decided to stop and did what he could to keep Juliet comfortable. But…”