The Dare Collection November 2018. Christy McKellen

what made him groan and tremble in my hold. He loved it most when I drew him all the way to the back of my throat and hummed against his sensitive head. It made him bump helplessly into my mouth, drip more precome.

      The taste of him was heady, musky. Need turning me bolder, I tugged at his trousers until his balls fell hot and heavy into my palm. On my next downward glide, I drew one into my mouth, rolling it over my tongue before repeating the action with the other.

      ‘Shit!’ The tendons in his neck stood out as he panted.

      It was addictive to see him so lost in pleasure.

      His head lowered a moment later, and I watched him watch me as I played with his balls for another minute. Then I drew his cock into my mouth again.

      ‘Damn, Leonora, you look sensational sucking me off like that.’

      For some unknown reason, his ragged words tugged at my heartstrings. The need to pleasure him grew stronger than the need to have him inside me.

      When his breathing turned harsher, I knew he was close. Stormy eyes begged me to keep going, the fingers locked in my hair holding me to my task.

      Positively sinful, I released him. ‘Do you want me, Gideon?’

      Voices drifted nearby, reminding me that we were in public. I continued to pump him, waiting for an answer.

      A feral growl rumbled from his throat. ‘In every way. I’m fucking you thirty ways to Sunday the moment we get back.’

      ‘Where do you want me now?’ I asked.

      ‘If I only have one choice, baby, then I choose your throat. I want to watch you swallow every drop of my come.’

      The thought of doing just that ramped up the screaming emotions inside me as I sucked him deeper than before.

      With a hoarse shout, Gideon exploded in my mouth, drenching me with his liquid essence. I swallowed hungrily, overwhelmed by the filthy decadence of it and the uncontrollable shudders washing over him.

      ‘God...Leonora,’ he groaned. He was still caught in the tail end of his helpless convulsions when he dragged me upright and captured my jaw in his hand. Intense grey eyes hooked deep into mine in silence for a handful of seconds. ‘That was fucking incredible,’ he finally breathed.

      He dragged me close and he sealed his mouth over mine, ruthlessly tasting me as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

      I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but eventually we parted and Gideon righted his clothes. My hand back firmly in his, he picked up my clutch and handed it to me.

      The walk back to the pier was hurried, charged with sizzling anticipation.

      As before, he sat next to me in the speedboat but this time with one arm draped possessively over my shoulders, and the other splayed on my thigh. And I leaned into him as the boat sped us back to the yacht, shamelessly tucking my face into his neck, inhaling his heady scent.

       CHAPTER SEVEN

      Leonie

      WITH THE CREW in their cabins and Gideon’s guests still ashore, our hasty flight to the master suite on the third deck didn’t attract witnesses.

      The moment the door shut behind us, Gideon grabbed my waist and pinned me against the polished wood. His fingers attacked my hair, tugged out the pins and tossed them away.

      ‘I want you naked,’ he said thickly. ‘Peel that sexy dress off and show me your glorious body.’

      ‘Only if you show me yours, too.’

      He hadn’t got round to doing up all his buttons, so he made short work of shrugging his shirt off without taking his eyes off me. The sight of his bare chest dried my mouth and I watched, slack jawed, as he toed off his shoes. Trousers and boxers followed, and between one breath and the next, Gideon’s vibrantly male body was exposed, mine to shamelessly ogle.

      He’d called me beautiful, but he was magnificent. His time on board the yacht had graced him with a golden tan, highlighting every virile square inch of him.

      ‘You’re only allowed to devour me like that with your eyes if you’re naked, too,’ he growled.

      I tossed away my clutch, then reached behind me and tugged on the ties that secured the upper half of my dress. Although loosened, the spaghetti straps held the dress in place.

      To tease him, I faced the door and then pulled down the short zip. A small shimmy and the straps fell down my arms. With a hand over my breasts holding the material in place, I glanced over my shoulder at Gideon.

      His eyes were hot, heavy, his face a taut mask of hunger as he returned my stare. ‘You want to make me beg, Leonora?’

      ‘You’ve waited this long. You can wait just a little bit longer, can’t you?’

      Next to his muscular thighs, his fists clenched and unclenched.

      ‘Or is it too much for you?’

      At his harsh exhalation, I smiled.

      That smile evaporated a second later when he delivered a wicked smile of his own, then wrapped one hand around his cock.

      God above, he was hard again, his erection boldly jutting from his groin. ‘Torture me all you like, sweetheart, but you’re only prolonging the moment when you get all of this inside you.’

      The memory of him in my mouth drenched me with liquid heat. I let go of the dress. It glided over my skin to pool around my ankles.

      Gideon froze, his gaze locked on my body. ‘Jesus,’ he muttered under his breath.

      I hooked my thumbs into my panties. ‘Want me to take these off?’

      ‘Please,’ he begged gruffly.

      The sight of his stroking hand, his magnificent body planted solidly three short steps away, almost brought me undone. Struggling to hang on to the last of my composure, I slowly dragged my panties down my thighs and over my knees, the former gymnast in me adopting the perfect pose to drive him out of his mind.

      Above the rush of blood in my ears, I heard him curse again. ‘You have a very filthy mouth, Gideon.’

      ‘And you have a fucking indecent body.’ He released his hard-on and bridged the gap between us. Firm hands recaptured my waist and then he was curling his body over mine, his head lowering until his lips brushed my ear. ‘I’m going to kiss every inch of this magnificent body later. But first I want you to repeat what you said to me in the blackjack room.’

      His naked body caging mine robbed me of the ability to think. ‘I said a lot of things, Gideon.’

      Calloused hands glided around my waist to my front, caressed my belly before rising to capture both breasts. Mercilessly, he teased the sensitised tips. ‘You know very well what I want to hear. Say it again.’ He nipped at the skin beneath my ear, dragging a wild shudder from me. ‘Tell me what you want me to do to you.’

      Need overcame any further urge to tease him. ‘Fuck me, Gideon.’

      ‘And how do you want it, Leonora?’

      ‘Hard. Fast.’

      ‘Your wish is my command.’ He released me, strode to his bedside table. By the time he returned, he was gliding a condom over his cock.

      Anticipation rose to fever pitch as he stepped closer.

      ‘Open your legs wider for me, baby.’

      I altered my stance, angled my bottom towards him. ‘Hurry.’

      He positioned himself at my entrance, cupped my bottom in a rough squeeze, and then he surged upward into me with his thick cock.

      My haggard scream mingled with his tight groan as he filled me up, burying himself