Sunday, January 3, 2021
TALON
Since Saturday had been constant interruptions to my regular routine, I spent Sunday focused on the upcoming week and dealing with an issue that had arisen with Zafiro. Nothing urgent enough to have me leaving the island, but enough that it kept my focus for the majority of the day.
When I wasn’t on the phone, I was getting updates from Tiegan and Zion regarding the seven Owners who would be embarking on the island first thing in the morning. It was one of the biggest groups we’d ever handled at any given time, but I knew it was feasible. To accommodate, Tiegan was flying in several more employees, most of whom managed my training facilities in the US. I was impressed by the way she’d taken charge, stepping into the role she so desperately wanted without being asked.
And last but not least, I was keeping a close eye on a breaking news story coming out of Chicago. One that had caused an uproar in my inner circle. Rightfully so, the news of Ransom’s death had swept through Dichotomy, and as expected, it wasn’t going over well. I understood. I did. However, I knew it was critical that I kept the truth to myself. While Zeke, Landon, Langston, Justin, and the others were overcome with a devastating grief and would require some time to mourn Ransom’s untimely demise, it meant Ransom and Braelyn were safe. And right now, that was the only thing that mattered.
Of course, Trent Ramsey wasn’t so easily bowled over. I’d gotten numerous calls from him demanding details as to where I was and whether or not Ransom and his sister were with me. I’d yet to call him back, which I was certain only chapped his ass all the more.
By midafternoon, I ventured out of my office in search of Braelyn. I hadn’t seen her for most of the day, save for the glimpses I’d gotten of her down at the pools. I’d sent word to Gideon that I wanted her to have some alone time without the possessions intruding. It wasn’t that I intended to change things indefinitely, but until she was accustomed to seeing naked possessions traipsing about, I figured it wouldn’t disrupt too much to keep them out of the common areas for a few hours.
In search of Braelyn’s location, I stopped by one of the electronic panels mounted throughout the estate, having instructed my possessions to keep tabs on her, to ensure she didn’t need anything. With Auberon keeping close to me, I had assigned Sim to watch over her, and I found he’d updated the information to say she’d returned to her room roughly half an hour ago.
Perfect.
After instructing Auberon to put in my request for dinner in a few hours, I decided some time with her was just what I needed. It hadn’t been easy keeping my distance throughout the day, despite all I had going on. It was never difficult for me to get lost in my work, to not allow my attention to scatter. Or rather, it hadn’t been until I’d brought Braelyn here. It occurred to me that I was going to have to stop fighting the pull she had on me. Otherwise, I’d risk jumping her the way I had yesterday.
When I reached Braelyn’s room, I dismissed Sim, instructing him to assist Auberon until he was summoned back.
I knocked, waiting patiently for her to answer. When she didn’t, I gave in to my need to see her, opening the door to find her bedroom empty. The bed was made, an iPad sitting on the nightstand. Seeing it made me smile. She’d made the request for an e-reader earlier, and I was content knowing my possessions had come through for her.
The sound of running water had me turning to the bathroom, where I found Braelyn in the shower.
Clearing my throat to inform her of my presence, I watched as she turned around, wiping her hair back from her eyes.
My breath caught at the magnificent sight of her, so tall, so curvy, standing there in the shower with the ocean just beyond the thick windows that lined the entire wall. Looking at her got my blood pumping.
There were no glass partitions to separate the shower from the bathroom, merely several feet of tile to contain the water. The shower ran the entire length of one wall with numerous shower heads mounted on narrow columns jutting up from between six-foot-wide sheets of glass that practically brought the outdoors in. From where she stood, she had a perfect view of the Caribbean, and I had a perfect view of her highlighted by the sun streaming in.
“Would you like to join me?” she asked, gifting me with that sexy smile that I wasn’t sure I’d ever fully get used to.
“I would, yes,” I said as I strolled toward her.
She stepped back under the spray, the water sluicing over all that smooth pale skin.
Braelyn laughed when I waltzed right in, still dressed in my jeans and T-shirt.
“Couldn’t wait long enough to undress,” I informed her as I backed her against the glass.
Instantly her arms wreathed my neck and my mouth fused to hers.
Soft.
She was so fucking soft, my hands gliding over all those glorious curves starting with the rounded globes of her lovely ass, up over her hips, higher. I paused to cup her breasts, lightly brushing my thumbs over her pebbled nipples.
Sweet.
She tasted so damn sweet, her tongue languidly moving against mine, her fingers teasing the nape of my neck. Again, I found kissing her was the highlight of my day and wondered why I’d tortured myself by staying away.
Warm.
Her skin was warm and smelled like lavender and musk, a sexy scent that was unique to her. It gave me an idea for a new perfume, one that I would have made specifically for her.
“You’ve been busy today,” she said, tilting her head as I trailed my lips along her jaw.
“Too busy,” I admitted. “Because this is where I wanted to be.”
“Mmm.” Her lips found mine, her tongue teasing briefly before I took over the kiss once more.
When I shifted my lips back to her neck, she mumbled softly, “Do you have more work to do?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Then what’re we waiting for?” Her hands slid beneath my drenched T-shirt, pushing it higher. I paused long enough to drag it over my head, dumping it onto the floor.
Her gaze snagged on the key I kept on a leather strap around my neck, but she didn’t ask about it. Instead, she started working the button on my jeans, so I kissed her again, inhaling her this time, heat churning not only from the water but now from the fire she ignited in my blood. I hadn’t been lying when I told her this was my new addiction. Kissing her, feeling her soft tongue gliding against mine, hearing those sweet whimpers as she attempted to get closer. It was the only thing I could think about.
Last night, after we’d shared an uneventful yet delightful dinner on the veranda overlooking the ocean, I’d managed to keep my hands to myself. Mostly. It hadn’t been easy not taking her to my bed last night, spending long hours devouring every inch of her, but I’d managed. I’d promised myself I would slow things down, and I considered my self-restraint a tremendous feat.
But that restraint had dried up the instant I saw her, and right now, the only thing I wanted was to be inside her, to feel the tight clasp of her pussy milking my cock.
When Braelyn freed my cock from the soaked denim, I pulled back, shoving the jeans down my legs while her hands caressed up her body, pausing to cup her breasts.
Fuck me. She was sensational.
“Don’t stop,” I encouraged as I kicked my jeans aside, taking my cock in hand, stroking firmly.
“I’d rather be touching you,” she said boldly, reaching for me.
I watched as she stroked me from root to tip, her pale fingers a striking contrast against my blood-engorged shaft.
I placed my hand over hers, tightening her fist, increasing the friction as she slid up and down my length. When she looked up at me, I brushed my thumb over her lower lip. Braelyn surprised me, sucking my thumb into her mouth.
“Dirty girl.” I tightened my fingers around hers, increased the pace of her hand.
There was such innocence in her amber eyes, but there was an undeniable passion. So much heat.
She released my thumb, running her tongue along the seam of her lips, and I was tempted to urge her to her knees, to watch as my dick disappeared into the blistering heat of her mouth. The only reason I didn’t was because I knew I wouldn’t last, and hearing her come while I was buried balls deep was the only thing that mattered.
I kissed her again, releasing her hand as I jerked her into me, gripping her ass and holding her tightly. She whimpered, her fingers sliding into my hair, and I knew I was a goner. This woman had lured me under her spell, and I didn’t think she even realized it.
Before she could torment me any more, I pulled back, spun her around.
Braelyn moaned when I forcefully planted her hands on the glass, pressing up against her back, my cock sliding between the smooth rounded curves of her ass.
“You like being on display, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, undulating her hips.
“Don’t move them,” I commanded, sliding my hands down her arms, her sides, her hips.
“You want people to watch while I make you come?”
Another moan.
Too bad no one was on the beach at the moment. Had they been, they’d be getting one hell of a show.
“Tell me, dirty girl.” I grazed my fingers over her mound.
“Yes.” Her legs parted, giving me access to her silky heat. “I want them to watch.”
When she dropped her head back against my shoulder, I dipped two fingers inside of her, felt the tight clasp of her pussy.
“Talon…”
I removed my fingers, circled her clit. Slowly at first, then faster, enjoying her soft whimpers.
Tipping my head down, I nipped her earlobe. “I need to fuck you.”
She moaned loudly this time, her hand reaching back, sliding over my neck.
“On the glass,” I demanded, reminding her of my earlier instruction.
She did as she was told.
“Please, Talon…” Another whimper as I continued to press firmly on her clit.
“Beg me, dirty girl. I fucking love when you beg.”
“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Oh, God. I need you to fuck me.”
Smiling with satisfaction, I pulled her hips back so she was bending forward, making it easier for me to align my cock with her tight sheath.
“Spread your legs,” I growled softly.
When she did, I guided my cock to her welcoming entrance, pushing in slowly, exhaling as pleasure consumed me, her warm, wet pussy enveloping me inch by inch. I ground my teeth together, fighting the urge to ram into her. Being inside her was the only place I wanted to be right now, but I reminded myself this wasn’t a race.
Braelyn adjusted her stance, leaning forward, pushing her ass against me as I bent my knees and fucked her. Out in front of us was the clear blue water glittering in the sunlight, the blinding white sand, and nothing else.
“I can’t help myself,” I informed her, pumping my hips.
She glanced back over her shoulder and smiled. “Then don’t.”
I had to wonder if she knew what she was doing. Tempting the beast was a very dangerous thing.
*
Braelyn
I’d decided there was no better feeling in the world than Talon’s touch.
His hands, his mouth.
Truth was, I’d been waiting to feel him again, secretly wishing he would abandon work in favor of spending even a few minutes with me. Perhaps that made me pathetic, I wasn’t sure, but it hadn’t lessened the frequency of the fantasies I’d had throughout the day as I’d luxuriated in the amenities and quietly dreamed about him.
Being near him, with him, was the most sensual experience of my life. He made me feel as though I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Having just a fraction of his attention on me was overwhelming, so this … this was heaven.
And here I’d thought the shower had been a decadent assault on the senses, the exposure from the glass, the view of the ocean, the endless water raining down on me. But even the sunlight bouncing off the ocean didn’t hold a candle to the magnificent feel of Talon filling me so completely, driving me closer and closer to what I knew was going to be a mind-shattering release.
The way his fingertips dug into my hips was driving me mad. There was no pain, but I was completely aware of how tightly he was holding me, how deeply he was penetrating me. Like the first time, there was a desperation to our joining, an unquenchable need we were fighting to sate just like this … the two of us together.
Talon was holding back, I could feel it, but I needed more. I needed him to take me the way he had yesterday. When he’d ridden that fine edge of violence, unable to control himself. It was how I felt whenever I thought about him.
“Harder,” I pleaded, rasping out the word as the breath was driven out of me with every deliciously punishing thrust.
His hips pumped faster but not harder.
“Talon … oh, God … make me come. Make—”
He stopped suddenly, his arm sliding around my waist as he pulled me back, off my feet. I giggled, holding tight to his arm as he moved backward. Seconds later, he was seated on the wide, tiled bench. His hands were rough as he pushed me away, spun me around, jerked me back. I was suddenly straddling his thighs, then impaled on his cock in one vicious thrust that had me crying out in exquisite pleasure as I came.
I’d never known sex could be so intense, so satisfying.
I took over, chasing another release as I got my footing, lifting and dropping onto him, a manageable pleasure/pain blooming every time. He was so big, so thick, filling me to the point of near discomfort, but it was worth it. I ignored it, unwilling to stop. This was absolute perfection, a rush I craved.
Talon readjusted so his ass rested on the very edge of the bench, his knees wide as he held me to him, lodged deep inside me.
“Legs around me.”
I shifted, loving how good he felt inside me as I situated my legs behind him on the bench.
“Fuck yes,” he hissed, jerking me forward, driving in deeper.
He took over for a moment, bouncing me on his lap, fucking me from underneath. Always in control. Always.
It was phenomenal, but it wasn’t enough, so I shifted, taking over once more, using my ankles on the bench to pull me forward, ease back, my fingernails digging into the thick muscles of his shoulders.
When I was winded, Talon readjusted again, putting my feet back on the floor and inching forward again.
“Fuck me,” he growled, his gray eyes blazing with a hunger I’d never witnessed before, his hands gripping my breasts firmly, plucking my nipples every so often. “Don’t stop. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
I loved the wildness I sensed in him, as though he was coming apart at the seams the same way I was. It made my belly flutter even as I coiled tightly, the impending release building until I thought I’d shatter into brilliant fragments of light.
A rumble started in his chest, the vibrations cutting through me until I couldn’t contain myself. I clenched around him, my orgasm so powerful I screamed, throwing my arms around his neck as every muscle in my body tensed.
Talon did the same, banding his arms around me as he drove up into me one final time, that rumble escaping him through clenched teeth.
And then there we were, hanging on to one another, our labored breaths loud enough to rival the sound of the rushing water still raining down around us.
Figuring he was holding on to me because I was holding on to him, I let my arms fall, intending to pull back, but Talon didn’t let go. Something warm filled my insides when he buried his face in my neck, still holding me while I slumped bonelessly against him.
I had no idea what was going on between us, but I did know it was powerful. So much so, I had to wonder whether or not we would survive this.
A few minutes passed, my heartbeat returning to a normal rhythm. When Talon’s arms loosened, I pulled back, still impaled on his cock. I realized then he was still hard, and I briefly wondered if he’d come or if it was just my imagination.
“Don’t move,” he whispered before he leaned in and kissed me. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I smiled against his mouth, but it fell away as my eyes rolled back when he began to rock his hips gently. Every nerve ending inside me came to life again.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be done with you,” he said, his words spoken so softly they barely registered.
Content to stay right there, I rocked on top of him, the friction causing mind-numbing sensation to bloom into a delicious heat, this time building slowly, sweetly. It was an amazing feeling, being held like this, kissed like this. And while I never wanted it to stop, I felt something else, something that scared me.
If I wasn’t careful, I would fall for this man, and where would that leave me?
Talon gave me no time to ponder that when he stood, holding me to him as he barked a command for the shower to turn off, the automated system handling it for us.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, held on as he carried me out of the shower, through the bathroom, and into the bedroom. He eased me onto the bed, our bodies separating only long enough for him to move over me, his hands braced on the bed on each side of my head. He took over from there, our eyes locked as he filled me again, slowing his pace to near excruciating. My skin began to tingle, my nipples pebbling as I felt the electric current reignite, getting stronger with every passing second.
“Come for me again,” he commanded, his gray eyes dark with passion. “Let me feel you come, Braelyn.”
My name on his lips was what did me in. It solidified the connection, at least for me.
Throwing my head back, I let the waves crash through me.
This time, when he came, when he filled me so completely, it was with my name on his lips.
And my heart in the palm of his hand.