by Kris Norris
“I’ll take my chances. Now close your eyes. I promise you’ll like my surprise.”
Gil huffed but obeyed, squeezing his eyes shut. She knew he wasn’t one to give in, and just the fact he was allowing her to lead showed her how deeply his feelings ran. She shifted on the bed, kicking back the covers as she knelt on the floor between him and the chair. She could tell by the tension in his thighs, he wouldn’t last long, but she’d take every moment he gave her before she ended up back on the bed with him riding between her thighs.
“Mmm. What a delicious cock you have for me. I think it deserves a sweet treat.” She reached over to the tray, swiping her finger through the whipped cream. “Did you picture me eating this cream off you cock when you prepared breakfast?”
Gil’s mouth twitched and she could tell he was fighting not to open his eyes. “Actually, I picked all the things I wanted to eat off your body.”
“And exactly what did you have in mind for the toast?” she asked, not able to picture anything in her mind.
Gil chuckled in a way that sent heat spiralling out from her core. “I have the perfect holding slot in mind, baby.”
“You are wicked,” she said, smearing more cream along his shaft. “Perhaps, if you behave, I’ll save some cream for you.”
“Darling, you already have all the cream I need. Now I suggest you get moving, or you’ll find our positions reversed.”
“I think you need to work on your patience,” she teased, distending her tongue to the tip of his shaft. She loved how his cock bobbed up at the sudden contact, nearly connecting with his stomach, before descending back down. “Tasty,” she moaned, licking a small drop of cream off the hood. “I think we’re going to need more cream.”
Gil groaned as she lapped at his cock, licking every drop of cream off his shaft before pausing to smooth on a new layer. The mixture of tastes was intoxicating. Creamy sweetness. Salty musk. She bobbed forward, wrapping her lips around the crown and taking him deep, rubbing the tip against the back of her throat. His body tensed and his shaft thickened in her mouth, the head flaring as she eased back, sucking hard and swirling her tongue along the underside. She could feel the thick vein pulsing against the ridge of her tongue, pumping more blood to his already engorged head.
“You know. I never really liked whipped cream until this morning. But I think it’s missing something.”
Fallon reached for the bowl and picked out four plump berries. Gil had taken the time to cut them in half and she knew exactly where she wanted to balance them. “Now hold still, and let me enjoy some of my breakfast.”
Gil’s thighs clenched as she placed each one along the length of his shaft, smoothing a smear of whipped cream between each one. She wasn’t sure how well they’d balance, but as long as he held still, they seemed able to stay on their perch.
“So good,” she moaned, slowly engulfing his cock and sucking the first berry off his skin. She pulled back to eat her prize watching the others bob as his erection strained against her assault.
“You’d better hurry, or I’ll be digging those berries out of your sweet little pussy when I push you on your ass and shove my cock inside you.”
His voice was strained with lust and she knew he meant every word. Her lips curved into a smile as she descended for another round, slurping the next strawberry off his shaft and into her mouth. But this time she didn’t wait to enjoy the taste of it before bobbing back down for another one. “Damn. If I’d known you tasted so good all covered in cream, I would have done this two years ago.”
“Fallon…”
She looked up at him overwhelmed by the mixture of pleasure and pain on his face. He obviously loved her game, but the waiting was killing him. She held back a chuckle knowing her next comment would push him over the edge, but unable to deny him any longer. “I don’t suppose you have a banana I could use on another part of your anatomy?”
Gil’s eyes popped open and he snapped his gaze down on her just as she surrounded his pulsing flesh with her velvet heat. His moan filled the room and he wasn’t able to stop from punching his hip forward, fucking her mouth as she knew he longed to fuck her cunt.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all.”
Fallon moved faster, opening her jaw as wide as she could to accommodate his shaft. He was pumping her hard now, his hands locked in her hair, his hips undulating back and forth. She slipped one hand down and cupped his sac, adding another dimension of pleasure as she gently rubbed the small area between his balls. He groaned louder, increasing the pressure on her hair.
“Yes, that’s it. Suck me hard, baby.”
She complied, letting him plunge deep into her mouth and then hollowing her cheeks as he pulled out. She could feel his smooth skin rasping against her teeth, gently scraping the sensitive tissue under his hood. He managed to pound in three more times before he shouted her name and filled her throat with his seed. Fallon held on, sucking each spurt until his legs trembled and his grip loosened.
“God damn, Fallon. You’ve always been such a sweet mouth fuck. I don’t know where you learned to give blowjobs, baby, but you could suck a man’s eyes out through his cock if given the chance.”
Fallon smiled up at his contented grin, finally allowing his weakening flesh to pull free from her mouth. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.” She rose to her feet and moved into his arms. “Now how about I feed you your breakfast.”
Gil shook his head and pushed her back on the bed, smiling at her surprised yelp. “I think I’d prefer to feed myself, baby. But don’t worry, you’re going to be my plate.”
Fallon knew when she looked back at that morning, she’d blush about all the ways Gil had eaten his food off her body. How he’d covered her nipples in the last of the whipped cream and filled her bellybutton and pussy with scrambled eggs and crumbled muffin. He’d even used her smooth inner lips to hold his bread as he nibbled at it. Then he’d shoved a strawberry inside her and used his tongue to slowly extract it. By the time he was done, her body was humming, so close to climaxing she thought she might actually pass out from the strain.
“Please, Gil. I need to come. No more teasing.”
Gil’s breath whispered over her puckered clit, making it ache even more. “Oh, but you’re so beautiful perched on the edge, darling. Your skin is flushed a pretty shade of pink, and your pussy is so aroused, it’s dripping juice down your thighs. In fact, it’s so creamy I think I’ll have the other half of my toast now.”
Fallon screamed and pushed up on her elbows, locking him between her thighs. “No more food, Gil. So unless you plan on fucking me with something from the refrigerator, I suggest you kerb your appetite until you’ve made me scream.”
The smile that formed on his lips sent hot waves of desire pouring out from her core. “Wait. Right. Here.”
She stared in awe as he released her legs and bolted from the room, only to appear moments later carrying the largest banana she’d ever seen. He’d taken the time to cut off the rough end and was now busy encasing the fruit in a condom from his wallet.
“Now the trick with bananas is to keep the skin on so they stay hard inside you.” He smiled down at her and moved back between her legs. “Ready?”
“You can’t be serious. I mean…it’s a banana!”
Gil frowned and looked down at his prize. “Now talk like that is just going to hurt his feelings.” He gave the thing an affectionate pat. “Think of him a Mr. Pleasure. And I can assure you, you’re going love what he can do for you.” Gil leaned over and placed the end against her weeping sex. “Watch me, baby. Watch me pleasure you.”
Fallon’s gaze centred on the shinny banana, watching as Gil swiped it through her folds, moistening the surface with her juice. Then he nudged it against her entrance, pushing slowly, but firmly, until the first few inches slipped inside her. She gasped at the unusual sensation. The banana felt huge, and the coolness of it only made the stretching burn more. Sh
e lolled her head back, needing him to go faster, but knowing anything more would shatter her.
“Oh no, Fallon. Don’t look away.” Gil’s voice was low and gravelly, sending more shivers along her skin. “I want you to watch me, baby. I want to see the pleasure on your face.”
She forced her eyes open and her head back up as he sank the banana completely inside her. She felt stretched to the limit, but it felt so good. Gil’s face mirrored hers and she could see how much he was enjoying his game. Already his cock was hard and thick, more pre-cum beading the tip. “Please,” she whispered.
“Okay, baby.” He bent down over her, licking at her clit as he slowly eased the banana out of her, only to plunge it back in. She cried out, arching her mound upwards, grinding her clit into his lips, needing him to press harder. Gil chuckled once, blowing one last breath across her nub before suckling it into his mouth and devouring it.
Fallon held her breath, her body shattering into a million pieces as the orgasm pulsed through her, travelling down her body in endless waves that seemed to drain every ounce of strength from her. She opened her mouth to scream, but only whimpered as she collapsed on the bed, Gil’s mouth still latched around her clit, the banana still driving into her. More waves rolled over her and it wasn’t until the light faded briefly into dark that she realised he’d finally stopped and was smoothing his hands over her skin, whispering sweet words in her ear. She focused on his voice, letting the low sexy tone ease her raw nerves, soothe her pleasured body back to life. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her.
“I knew you’d like having breakfast in bed.” He leaned down and kissed her nose. “Care for seconds?”
She laughed, knowing no matter how exhausted she was, she’d always want more. “Only if you plan on using your cock this time.”
Gil smiled and rolled on top of her, stopping just long enough to wrap his arms around her body, before rolling again. She gasped as she flipped on top of him, her legs straddling his. “I want to watch you take me, Fallon. I want to see your face as you ride me.”
She nodded, unable to speak. Gil didn’t offer to relinquish control very often. He usually preferred to be the one driving into her, whether on her back, from behind, against a wall. She shifted her body, angling her hips more as she brushed the crown through her creamy honey. Gil’s eyes narrowed and his lips pulled tight, but he kept still, waiting for her to sink down. She smiled at him, leaning over to brush a soft kiss across his lips as she lowered some of her weight, and sank one full inch of his shaft inside her.
Fallon sighed out her breath, fighting the urge to plop down in one motion. She wanted to make the moment last. Savour every detail before her hormones took over, and she rode him to completion. She stretched forward, placing a hand on each of his shoulders. They were broad and hard, barely giving way beneath her weight. She took the time to caress his skin, scratching her nails across his nipples and chest, loving his low growl of appreciation. He was perfection personified, and she couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life making love to him.
Gil’s hands moved up to her hips, guiding her further onto his cock. He was obviously trying to let her lead, but it appeared he had his limits. Fallon braced her hands back on his shoulders and rotated her hips, taking him half way inside. Her pussy pulsed, pumping more juice along his cock, easing his way as she lowered down, not stopping until her ass rested against his thighs.
“You’re so big, Gil. So big and hard and all mine.” She circled her hips, driving him slightly deeper, making him grunt with need. “I love feeling you inside me. Stretching me. Driving me crazy with want.” She arched up, pulling him through her channel, moaning at the way his skin slid against hers, burning every nerve along the way. “I can’t wait to feel you come inside me.”
“I suggest you find a rhythm soon then, my love. Or you’ll be feeling my cum very soon.”
His words were forced through clenched teeth, and he tensed when she plunged again, taking him deep then pulling back. Every movement tightened his hold on her hips ‘til she was sure she’d have small circular bruises. But the slight bite of pain only heightened her pleasure, and she moaned as the fire swept over her, heating her from the inside out. His cock was slick and thick, tunnelling into her with swift hard strokes as she pumped her ass up and down, riding him like a stallion.
“Faster, Fallon. Pump me hard, baby.”
She leant forward, bridging more of her weight on her hands, waving her breasts in front of his face. He didn’t wait for an invitation before suckling the closest one into his mouth, nipping at it as she pounded onto him. Her head fell back, a cry of pure pleasure purging from her lips as the approaching orgasm slithered down her spine and into her groin. She had just enough time to scream out his name as his mouth latched on to her other nipple, before the world exploded, sending her body into climax.
“Fuck, yes.”
Gil’s roar followed hers and she was vaguely aware of the hot jets of sperm spurting from his cock, splashing against her womb as she arched back, her hair grazing his legs. His hands were wrapped around her waist, holding her up as the intensity of her orgasm dimmed the light and zapped her strength. She hadn’t realised she’d collapsed on top of him until she felt his warm hands stroking her back, tracing small circles over her skin.
“You’re so beautiful. God I love you.”
She kissed his chest, pulling herself tighter against him. “Good, because I can’t lose you again. I love you too much.”
He sighed against her hair, brushing a light kiss across the shell of her ear. “You’re stuck with me now, baby. So stop worrying and rest. We’ve got a full day ahead of us.”
“Anything specific in mind?” she asked.
“Yeah. Lunch and dinner.”
* * * *
Two hours later Fallon was sitting on the bed, trying to decide whether to even bother attempting to get dressed. She’d already made a trip out to the kitchen in one of her T’s only to have Gil rip it to shreds before he threw her on the kitchen table and fucked her through three orgasms. She’d tried to be angry with him, but he’d silenced her protests with four firm whacks to her ass, with a promise of more if she tried to cover up her body from him again. Now she was perched on the edge of the bed, her ass still warm from his hand, wondering if she should just spend the day naked beneath the sheets.
“Good. You’re still beautifully naked.” He was standing at the doorway, watching her through lowered lids. “Now spread your legs wide, baby, and give me a nice view of that pretty little pussy.”
Fallon blushed, but opened her legs, giving him a full view of how wet he’d already made her. Gil’s jaw twitched and the pulse in his neck quickened. She was just about to slip a finger between her lips to tease him when the harsh sound of music blared through the room.
Fallon jumped, falling off the bed as she tried to reach for the phone. She caught it on the third ring, staring at the shiny metal as Gil stopped at her feet. She looked up at him, unable to hide the fear in her eyes. “It’s his ring.”
Gil nodded, his phone already in his hand. He knelt down beside her, motioning her to answer it as he pressed his ear to hers.
“9-1-1. Do you need police, fire or ambulance?”
“I think you know the answer to that…Angel.”
His voice was strange—a mixture of anger and exhaustion—and Fallon knew this conversation wasn’t going to be like the others. “I wasn’t sure you were going to call. It’s been so long.”
“So long since what, Angel? Since I’ve called you?” He paused breathing heavily into the phone. “Or since we talked in person?”
Her body dissolved into tremors, making the phone shake in her hand. She bit down on her lip, wondering how she was going to keep talking, when Gil smoothed his hand down her back, silently soothing her fears. She chanced a quick glance his way, only to see him smiling back at her. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean?” she replied, wanting him to explain what he�
�d seen.
“Oh, I think you do. Like I told you at the chapel, it’s not the first time I’ve sensed your presence. You’ve been with me since my first salvation in Seattle, haven’t you?” He waited and when she didn’t answer he laughed. “What’s wrong, Angel? Are you scared of me?”
“I’m not afraid,” she lied, hoping her voice sounded stronger than she felt. “I want to help you. Please. If you’ll just tell me where you are, I can get you some help.”
“Like you helped me last night!” he shouted. “Bringing the cops and feds like hungry little scavengers. You sent them to me when you knew I hadn’t had enough time to fully cleanse her soul. I had to compromise on the cross, leaving out some of the more intricate details, and I barely had enough time to fuck her before I left.” He sighed, making her hairs prickle. “You disappointed me, Angel. I thought you understood. I thought your soul was pure.”
“I only wanted to help you. You seem so…tortured. I don’t think kill—I mean purifying the women is helping you. I’ve seen the way you touch them. You don’t really want to hurt them, do you?”
“What I want doesn’t matter. I’ve been given a task and I intend to complete it. It’s the only way to bring him back.”
“Bring who back? Why are you doing this?”
“Enough!” The force of his voice made her jump back from the phone. The man was beyond reasoning with. “Tell me…Angel. Is your lover there with you?”
Fallon pulled the phone away and looked over at Gil. His lips were pulled tight and the expression on his face was pure hatred. He nodded, mouthing the word, yes. “Yes.”
“Good. Then you can tell the illustrious Agent Grant that I want to meet with him and his partner, Agent Davis.”
“Where?” was all she could get out. How did he know Gil’s name and that he was her lover?
The Priest laughed, building the bile burning her throat. “That’s where you come in, Angel. I’ll be waiting for you to pay me a visit. Once I give you the location, you can tell him where to go.” He laughed again. “I’ll see you soon…Angel.”
