The Dare Collection November 2018. Christy McKellen

Gideon. Fuck me.’

      He shuddered at my demand, sliding his delicious length completely out before cramming back inside me again. My vision blurred, my lungs forgetting to refill as he executed a series of thrusts that rocked me to the tips of my toes. Every thought evaporated from my head, my only focus the glorious sensations climbing through my body as Gideon turned me inside out with pleasure.

      Over and over he dragged me to the edge only to leave me hanging as he changed angles, introducing me to a whole new world of sensation I never knew existed. He lifted me clean off my feet. Easily supporting my weight, he continued to fuck me, rasping deliciously filthy words in my ear with every penetration until I couldn’t take it any more.

      ‘Dying to come, aren’t you?’

      ‘Yes!’ I groaned.

      ‘Go on, then. Milk me with that tight little pussy the way you sucked me off in that alley,’ he urged hotly.

      Like floodgates opening, I succumbed to the wild rush, letting go as sensation completely engulfed me.

      With a tight groan, Gideon peeled me off the door, invading me even deeper as he shackled both arms around me.

      ‘God, yes,’ he groaned. ‘I can feel your every convulsion. Feel you attempting to wring me dry. I’m not going to let you yet. You sucked me off so beautifully and now I can go all fucking night.’

      With that promise, he stalked to the bed and lowered me onto it without disengaging. I was lost in bliss; the touch of the cool sheets on my skin felt like heaven. And even as I climbed down from one peak, Gideon started fucking me again.

      Toes curled, my fingers dug into the sheets, and I lost my mind all over again as he thrust in and out of me with a languorous rhythm that melted my very bones.

      ‘Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed of having you like this in my bed?’

      I squeezed my eyes shut. God, he was just too much. ‘Gideon...’

      ‘Shh, don’t speak. Just let me pleasure you.’

      I wasn’t prepared for him to pull out and roll me over. I squealed as he buried his face between my legs, inhaling me long and deep before he licked me with bold sweeps of his tongue.

      I tunnelled my fingers through his hair, mild shock giving way to pleasure. My hips rolled mindlessly, already straining for more as I ground myself closer.

      He raised his head a fraction, speared me with those intense grey eyes. ‘I love it when you fuck my face. I love it even more when you come all over my mouth.’

      Like a Pavlovian response to his words, flames engulfed me. Within minutes, another climax barrelled through me. I came hard, the power of it arching my torso clean off the bed.

      With eager sucking sounds, Gideon lapped me up. Then, barely waiting for me to descend from my high, he kissed his way up my body, gently cupping my breasts as he slid inside me again.

      Sensitised inner tissues welcomed him, the sensation even more acute after two powerful orgasms.

      ‘I can’t get enough of how phenomenal you feel.’

      I groaned into the decadent kiss he initiated. This time the rhythm was slow and steady until sweat slicked his body and glistened on mine.

      When harsh colour tinged his face, he braced himself on his elbows. ‘Cup these glorious breasts for me, sweetheart. I want to watch you playing with them when I come.’

      Capturing my tits, I squeezed them for a moment before catching the tight peaks between my fingers. At the absorbed look in his eyes, I went one better, sucking one forefinger and then the other before rolling them over my nipples.

      Gideon’s eyes turned almost black, and his thrusts grew frenzied as his need overtook him. I repeated the action, until the tips of my breasts glistened.

      ‘Fuck,’ he groaned, then he gave a guttural roar, his mouth-watering body straining as he came. The sheer pleasure of watching him lose control tipped me over the edge again.

      Unbelievably, another climax slammed into me. My legs locked around his waist and he dropped on top of me, burying his face in my neck as shudders rolled through him. Long lazy minutes passed. When we’d caught our breath, he rolled off me, trailed kisses on my cheek before rising from the bed.

      ‘Stay right there,’ he instructed.

      I couldn’t have moved if the world were on fire, so I contented myself with watching him head into the bathroom. He joined me beneath the sheets when he returned and pulled me close. Gentle fingers cupped my jaw, angling my face up to his. ‘Spend your day off tomorrow with me?’

      My heart gave a little lurch even as I attempted to dampen down the excitement. ‘What about your guests?’

      ‘The moment my lawyers approve the deal, I’m tossing Vadim and his gang off the boat,’ he replied without an ounce of regret. ‘Until then, they can entertain themselves. My plan is to stay here with you for the next twenty-four hours.’

      My brain attempted to skip ahead to what happened after tomorrow but I reined my thoughts in. What happened tonight had been unbelievable, so much more than I’d imagined. But it was still just sex.

      Sex I wanted to experience a whole lot more of, sure. But—

      ‘Leonora.’

      I blinked to find Gideon staring at me, incisive eyes attempting to burrow into my thoughts. Within the grey depths were deeper, turbulent waters I didn’t want to navigate.

      It was just sex. Nothing more. ‘Sure, I’ll spend tomorrow with you.’

      Sunlight was slanting through the shutters when I next opened my eyes. The space beside me was empty, but there was a note propped up against the pillow. I unfolded it and read Gideon’s impatient scrawl.

      Gone to toss some Russians overboard. Stay where you are. I’ll bring breakfast.

      Smiling, I traced my fingers over the black ink. Even the way he wrote indicated an arrogance that endeared and grated at the same time. He’d brought those qualities to bear with wicked results last night. The reminder heated me inside and out and I rolled over and buried my face in his pillow. He’d promised me an all-night fucking and he’d more than delivered.

      The force of his possession lingered between my thighs, muscles I’d forgotten existed twitching with each movement. We’d eventually tumbled into sleep around dawn, my body draped over his in a useless heap of satiation.

      The thought of another twenty-four hours experiencing more of the same sent a decadent thrill through me.

      But...twenty-four hours and then what?

      Acidic unease burned through my anticipation and my smile. Like black crows storming the horizon, unsettling questions flooded in.

      The text about Gideon’s deal had interrupted our conversation last night but not before he’d dropped the bombshell of his fiancée. Pictures I’d seen online of him and his cousin Damian were over four years old. They’d been as thick as thieves before so it didn’t take a genius to surmise the two might be connected.

      The burn in my chest intensified, startling me with the possibility that if Gideon’s playboy lifestyle was just a front, then it hid something deeper. A carefully guarded pain?

      Whatever personal angst rode him last night had been close to the surface. And there’d been sizzling recognition when I retold Adam’s betrayal.

       Someone I trusted took what belonged to me. More than one someone, actually. Between them they destroyed something precious.

      Was I foolish getting involved, even temporarily, with Gideon? My misery didn’t want company, especially not if it involved an ex who’d driven Gideon to cultivate that veneer of a dangerous, transient Lothario.

      Or was I way off base, overanalysing what should be a simple fling