Cocking his head to the side, Gideon gave her a look of pure menace. "Oh, you will be, because when we get out of here, I'm going to have to rent another hotel room just to spend hours teaching you how bad you fucked up, sweetheart. I'm going to have nightmares of that moment for the rest of my natural-born life,"
It took her a few seconds to realize the threat was sexual, and Jade couldn't stop her smile. Bringing the cup to his lips, she gently tipped it, allowing him to drink before setting it down and kissing him again. Cool from the drink, the kiss quickly heated as their tongues worked together as one.
Pulling away with a groan, Gideon gave her a tortured look, and she knew he wanted more. She could feel he wanted more and resisted the urge to shift her aching sex against the hard curve of his arousal.
"You never answered my question," he ground out, his control wavering even in his tone. "Tell me when you first realized you loved me."
Rubbing her cheek against his, careful not to rub off her face-paint, she placed little kisses down his neck, enjoying the heat of his skin against her lips and the slight tremor running through him at each kiss.
"I’ve always loved you," she repeated. "But I always made sure never to let my thoughts linger on just how much I loved you. It wasn't until that night you took me to my Freshman dance did I let myself open that door," she said, moving backward off his lap. "That night, as you held me and danced with me, I dreamt of what it would be like to dance with you at our wedding to tell the world that you weren't my brother but the man I loved."
With her feet braced back on the floor, she sank to her knees before him and rested her head on his lap. His expression was one she had never seen before, one of tortured pain and of longing, and she wasn't sure if it was due to her confession or the bulge in his pants.
Smoothing her hands along the tops of his jean covered thighs, Jade focused on a wrinkle in his shirt, avoiding his gaze as her hands stopped at his waist. Finding the nerve within herself, she slid her hands inward until they met at the fastening of his jeans.
Gideon stilled all over.
Biting the inside of her lip, Jade could feel her confidence seep out of her as she unbuckled the belt. She had to do this. She didn’t really have much of a choice. When she read Dimitri's second text he sent her while she was getting her hair done, explaining exactly what he wanted her to do as the third installment, her heart had nearly stopped working. For the rest of her mandated beauty sessions, her mind was in turmoil. She had never done anything like this. She had let the lurid fantasies play in her mind before, sure, but now she was actually expected to do it and on camera no less. Undoing the button, she felt Gideon jump.
Leaning forward, he gave her a frenzied desperate look. "Jade, you don't have to do this."
"But I want to," she said.
Gideon cursed underneath his breath and watched in a mixture of desperate stupefaction as she pulled down his jeans.
"I know you've never done this before. I don't want you to have to do this if you don't feel comfortable," his voice sounded so rough to her ears. Jade smiled, feeling a little emboldened. She could hear the lie underneath his words, she could sense his need rolling off his tense muscles.
Biting her bottom lip, Jade shook her head, answering his doubt absently. Grasping the elastic band of his boxers, she pulled the material down, her heart rate spiking with each descending inch. Slowly the brown tuft of hair revealed itself until she had the material of his boxers down to his knees and her eyes drank in the sight of his length.
Jade's mouth went dry as she tried to speak, never taking her eyes off the turgid flesh. "I know," she let out a shaky whisper. "But Dimitri had me take lessons and—ah!"
The sound of Velcro ripping from their plastic teeth and hooks punctured the quiet air around them. Pain shot up through the back of her head as Gideon grabbed a fistful of her hair with his now free hand. Shocked, she stared up at him as he wrenched her head back, forcing her to look at him. Leaning down towards her, his eyes crackled with malevolent energy while his wide shoulders seemed to block out all the light behind him. Bigger and meaner than she had ever seen him, Jade winced as his grip tightened in her hair.
"And what exactly were these lessons?" he asked, his voice low and threatening.
Jade's nipples tightened, and she couldn't help the heated tingling reaction in her body at the unhinged menace in his eyes.
Reaching up, she covered his hand with her own and gave him a deep look. "After my salon treatments, a lady came into the private waiting room I was in, and she told me Dimitri sent her," she explained breathlessly, her eyes watching as the anger in his gaze dimmed to reveal that familiar spark of desire once more. "She explained to me how I could give you pleasure," she said, pulling her hand from his and taking him in both hands. Jade sighed as she felt the painful grip in her hair loosen, and she let out a little moan of pleasure as he massaged the spot with his fingers.
Leaning back in his seat again, he placed his arm carefully back on the seat's arm and gave her a dark, challenging look. For a moment, he said nothing, then he raised one brow at her in an arrogant, impatient gesture. "Then show me what you learned."
Nervous but incredibly aroused, Jade leaned forward again on her knees against the plush rug and let her eyes travel up the length of his cock. Heavy and thick, she lifted the hot flesh in one hand as she settled deeper between his legs. His small intake of breath did not go unnoticed, and she smiled coyly and leaned forward. Without a moment of hesitation, she opened her mouth and took in the blunt tip.
Gideon's body jerked slightly, and she could faintly hear him mutter a curse above her, but none of that mattered right now. Thick and so remarkably hot against her tongue, Jade closed her eyes and savored the feeling of him in her mouth. Sliding him out, she licked the bulging vein underneath the thick shaft, slowly coating him with her saliva, just as she was taught, trying her best to ignore the deep painful throb of need between her legs. Again, she took him in her mouth deeper this time, and she could hear the fabric on the chair's arm scratch. Opening her eyes, she could see Gideon's knuckles whiten as he clawed into the armrest and nearly smiled around his length. Shifting forward on her knees, she resumed her repetitive worship of his cock, reveling in this dream come true. How many times had she obsessed over the thought of other girls getting to do this? How many times had she thought of waking him up in the morning with him buried deep in her throat?
"Son of a bitch," Gideon's voice sounded like salt-rock over her head, and she could hear the second Velcro strap straining against its moorings.
She had gotten faster now without realizing it. Her cheeks were hollow as she sucked at the hard flesh between her mouth. Her hand pumped him up and down, with every hope of bringing his seed to the surface. She wanted him, she thought with a desperate moan, she wanted every part of him. He was finally hers now, her mind reminded her with relish as her head bobbed up and down, taking him a bit deeper each time. By now, Gideon's body felt as if it was cast from iron. His grip on the chair's armrests was lethal, and his muttered oaths had turned into a series of deep groans and grunts. He was hers!
"Swallow it all," the command came from within her ear, and it took her a second to realize it was Dimitri's voice. He sounded breathless himself, and the thought of him watching and being just as affected made her nearly come.
With complete obedience and a moan of anticipation, she felt Gideon's body go rigid, and his free hand come up to her head. Holding her by her hair, he pushed her head down, roughly bringing her mouth nearly to the base of his cock. Fighting off the urge to gag, she relaxed as she felt him release down her throat. Bobbing her head with jerky movements, Jade released a satisfied moan as her own body succumbed to the pleasure, soaking her panties through. Still rocking her head by the grip of her hair, back and forth, slower with each tug, Gideon groaned in exhaustion as he milked the last of himself into her mouth.
Sinking back onto the ground and off of her sore knees, Jade looked up through her te
ary eyelashes at Gideon's exhausted but wild gaze and licked her lips. As if a tether had been snapped, Gideon reached for her. Having freed his other arm at some point, Gideon lifted her up underneath her arms until she was standing on unsteady feet. Aroused and dazed, she just stood there as he ripped the dark sapphire dress from her shoulders and yanked it down past her waist to fall into a silky dark puddle at her feet. With the same amount of care, he snatched away the strapless bra until her breasts bounced free, and all she stood in was her soaked black lace panties. His lips found hers first, and Jade sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck, fully prepared for him to do whatever he wanted. His hand was gripping a handful of the lacy material at her ass when the familiar voice spoke in their ears.
"You may kiss and talk, but nothing else. Installment three has been paid." The sound of the beep signaled that they were alone, and Jade wanted to cry.
Wrapping her arms around Gideon tighter, she let out a little moan of dismay. "But I want you now!" she cried, lifting a leg up to his hips.
Catching her leg, Gideon hoisted her up with ease letting her wrap both legs around his waist, and Jade could feel the steely pressure of his again hardened cock rubbing against her as he walked them to the bedroom.
"You think I don't?" his voice was pained.
Grabbing the sides of his face as he stopped at the edge of the bed, Jade kissed him deeply, hoping he could feel the delirious desire running through her veins like liquid fire. "Please, Gideon," she begged, grinding herself against him.
Untangling her legs from around his hips, Gideon pushed her down onto the bed, never breaking from their kiss. His tongue dueled with hers, occasionally pulling back only to nip at her bottom lip.
"Fucking hell, Jade," he groaned, his need so visceral she could practically feel his turmoil. "We can't," he growled deeply, but his hands did not hold the same conviction as they cupped her naked breasts, toying with her nipples. "If we do, that psycho may actually just come in here with that goon of his."
"But I want you now!" she whined, standing on her knees in the middle of the bed.
"You think I don't want you now, too?!" Gideon took a deliberate step forward, his amber eyes bouncing from her face to her naked breasts. "My dick is so hard I think it might just fall the fuck off," he stroked the hard ridge of himself pressed against his open jeans. With his jeans hanging low on his waist, she could see the glimpses of the springy curls at his groin, and Jade let out a sad whimper that only made him angrier.
"I have wanted you for years, Jade," he argued, as he began prowling back and forth at the edge of the bed. "Since you were fifteen. We are so close to getting out of here, Jade, just one more goddamn installment, and we can leave, and I promise I will fuck you every day of the goddamn week for the rest of our lives. But sweetheart," he turned desperately towards her, "you gotta stop, if you don’t, we are either going to do something stupid, or I am going to simply die of a hard-on."
"You've loved me for that long?" hope lightened her voice and shined in her eyes.
"Oh God, baby, yes," he reached out for her with every intention of pulling her towards him and suddenly stopped. Thinking better of it, he lowered his hands. Running an agitated hand through his wavy hair, he gave her a tired half-smirk. "I loved you so much, for so long. I have had fantasies just like tonight, forever. I had imagined walking in on you while you showered and eating you out against the shower wall as you tried to cover your screams. I dreamt of coming into your room and lifting your nightshirt over your head and sinking into your warm sleeping body. I even-"
"No," Jade held up a shaking hand and shook her head. Her body was on fire with the images his words created. "Please don't say anymore, it hurts so bad right now, and if you're not going to touch me, I can't hear anymore."
Kneeling one jean-clad knee on the bed, Gideon reached for her, this time not stopping himself. Grasping her by the elbow, he pulled her close, and Jade happily melded her partially nude body against him, savoring the hard press of his arousal rubbing at her thigh and the firmness of his chest beneath her seeking fingers. Locking his arms around her, he covered her mouth with his.
"I love you," he whispered against her lips.
Opening her eyes, Jade sighed at the dark amber eyes looking down at her. They were filled with so much love and desire, everything she always wanted, she feared her heart would just give out. "I love you too,"
"Go take a shower, sweetheart, an ice-cold shower, and I'll do the same," he instructed, nuzzling her neck. "And then we will just go to sleep and pray all the blood in my dick goes back into my brain, and I don't die of an aneurysm in my sleep or something."
"You know," she said coyly. She let her hand run over the strong, hard curve of his pectoral muscle and down his toned abs until it skimmed playfully at the pubic hair peeking out of his open jeans. "I always wanted to shower together."
"Jade!" he barked in warning, letting her go to stand back up. Gideon pointed to the bathroom in silent command.
"Ok, ok, fine," she got up with a pout.
Watching the last glimpse of her ass disappear behind the closing bathroom door, Gideon turned and sat heavily onto the edge of the bed, scrubbing his face with both hands. Heaven and hell, this is what this was. Minutes ago, his fucking ultimate dream came true, and now he was in utter hell. Closing his eyes, he recalled the images of Jade's greedy expression as she sucked him off. Dear God, it was so fucking good it made him tear the fuck up just thinking of it.
Desperate, he dropped his hands and looked frantically around the room, tracing the ceiling's edge. "Ok, Goddammit, what do you want from me, huh?" he called out, knowing that sick voyeur was watching. "An apology?" Gideon offered, no longer giving a damn about his pride. "I'm sorry, ok. I'm sorry I called you a sick fuck, and I'm sorry we broke into your house. You wanted to torture me, then you achieved it. I feel like I'm gonna die." The TV did not blink on with an image, nor did the earbud he still had in his ear beep. "Goddammit, say something."
Just silence.
Groaning in frustration, Gideon fell back onto the bed and resigned himself to a torturous night.
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Turning over in bed, Gideon frowned. Laying on the precipice of sleep and wakefulness, Gideon crossed an arm over his eyes and sighed at the warm heat coming from his right. This was a dream come true, a little warped, but still a dream. Before they had gone to sleep, they had laid in bed talking for hours, each recalling times they had hidden their desires for the other growing up. Gideon had watched pain flicker through Jade's eyes when she confronted him about his previous girlfriends, and it had pierced his soul to see it. Reluctantly, he had admitted that he had tried to make himself fall for other girls. He tried to make her understand that at that time, he was living in constant torture. There he was, a man in love with someone he could never have while said person walked casually in front of him each day with a beautiful, carefree smile. To make it worse, each day was punctuated by innocent hugs, sisterly pecks on the cheek, tiny hints of flesh peeking beyond a too-loose shirt, or worn shorts. He had been in hell. Gideon had spent the last part of the night, blanketed only by the darkness of their room, kissing Jade for forgiveness, whispering promises of their future together until they were both panting for more.
Turning back towards the warmth with a smile on his lips, Gideon dropped his arm and moved closer to the soft lump in the sheets. He wanted to hold her. It was something he couldn't get enough of now that they were being honest with each other. Reaching towards her, Gideon paused and blinked a few times. Staring at the wall beyond her, he noticed a pale blue light flashing off of it. Turning back onto his back, he sat up and stared at the TV screen, flashing a bright blue message on a gray screen.
Put the earbuds into her ears and yours. Make love to her. Checkout is at noon. Never come back to Vegas.
Gideon's blood began to pump with brutal force, causing a drumming noise in his ears. His pride was no longer an issue with the criminal's twisted sexual dem
ands. Gideon pulled the shirt he wore over his head and tossed it to the floor. Grabbing both sets of earbuds off the nightstand, he slipped his on first. Carefully with as little movement as possible, he turned onto his knees and hands and slowly crawled over the soft, sweet-smelling lump in the sheets. Inhaling, Gideon suppressed a groan and felt his dick harden in anticipation. Practically his whole life, he had wanted this woman. He had dreamt of her waking up next to him each morning, kissing him before work each day, and greeting him with their future child in hand each evening. Finding her face nestled underneath the covers, with one hand braced behind her back, Gideon held himself above her and gently brushed back her hair with the other. Placing the earbud in her ear, he paused and admired her sleeping face.
Sitting back onto his haunches, Gideon pulled back the covers and let his eyes trace her form. Curled in on herself, she wore one of his t-shirts. Bunched up at her waist, the shirt left her legs exposed. Setting his hand on her hip, he toyed with the thin strap of her blue panties before smoothing the hand down her thighs and over her knee until he rested on the curve of her calf. All of her belonged to him now, he thought as fire pumped through his bloodstream and pooled in his dick. With massaging hands, he caressed the warm flesh and watched her face stir. Pushing her legs apart, satisfaction heated his skin as she subconsciously complied and lay flat on her back. Hooking the sides of her underwear into his fingers, Gideon pulled the fabric down and off her legs tossing them on the floor beyond.
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