I'm about to seriously earn that M rating ya'll. Just a warning. If you're not old enough to read this kind of stuff, best stop now!
I don't own Lie To Me but if I did, I wouldn't have to write this cause it would be on Showtime where they could do this for real!
"Cal," she breathed, "I want to remember."
Cal's heart dropped into his stomach at her tentative whisper and the feel of her breath against his ear. He pulled his head from her shoulder and stroked a hand down the side of her face, his brows knit together; eyes searching for any indication that she was joking or unsure about her last statement. "I'm sorry, love. Could you repeat that? All I hear at the moment is this sort of ringing sound in my ears."
"You heard me," she smiled at him before her expression became serious again. "Cal, I don't know what's happened but I do know that there isn't a drug in the world that can induce the type of emotion that those two people..." she took a deep breath, "that we were clearly feeling last night, without something to start with. I still firmly believe that there was a drug of some kind involved but what we did? I believe that came from someplace inside of us that maybe neither one of us is ready to deal with on a conscious level yet. I'm saying I won't let someone take that from me; from us."
His focus was drawn to her lips as she finished speaking and he closed the short gap between them, eyes remaining open until the moment before he captured her lips between his. There was no hesitation this time as she parted her mouth for him, allowing his tongue access to fleetingly caress hers. His hands tangled in her hair as he tilted his head to the side, drawing her in closer and finding the best angle from which he could taste as much of her as possible. Her fingers grasping and kneading the back of his neck sent blood rushing to his groin and the tip of her velvety tongue darting out to meet his urged a groan from deep in his throat.
He pulled back from her for a moment, hands moving to her face as his thumb traced her jaw and chin. He was astounded to see her widened pupils pushing back the blue of her irises as she looked at him with heavy lidded eyes, her breath already coming in forced pants.
"More," she breathed at him, eyes fluttering closed as her hands exerted pressure on the back of his neck, pulling him in
His mouth descended hungrily on hers as he walked her backwards, pressing her up against the thick glass of the floor to ceiling window. He pushed his hips forward letting her feel the effect she was having on him. She moaned against his mouth, her hands gliding over the curve of his spine until she reached the hem of his shirt, pushing it up until he felt her palms stroking the small of his back. Eager to feel her hands on him he quickly released her, pulling his shirt swiftly over his head before he claimed her mouth again. He was desperately torn between the desire to keep kissing her for the rest of the foreseeable future and the need to get her out of her dress.
Priorities being priorities, he pulled back from her, jaw tense and breathing hard as he looked for the smallest sign of hesitation on her part. When all that met him was the sharp edge of intense arousal, he spun her around, his hands brushing the hair away from the base of her neck as he grasped the tiny zipper of her dress between fingers that trembled more than he was comfortable with. As smooth pale flesh was revealed to him through the slowly widening gap, he lowered his head, planting a string of hot, open mouthed kisses along her spine. Her body trembled and she gasped causing his cock to twitch in the increasingly crowded confines of his briefs.
Gillian stared down at the crowds of people captivated by the display of dancing fountains that played out below her. If her entire body wasn't so completely caught up in the sensation of Cal's mouth working against her skin and the way his fingers deftly unclasped her bra before brushing airily down her spine, she might have found it distracting. In her current state, the idea that anyone in the crowd with a good pair of binoculars could catch a much better show on the 15th floor only enflamed the desire swirling through every limb.
As Cal swept her dress and bra from her shoulders and pushed the tailored garment over her hips, he pressed into her from behind, grinding the hard evidence of his own arousal into her ass. He forced her upper body against the glass, and her bare nipples were warmed by the heat from outside bleeding through the thick panes. His hands gripped both her hips as he leaned into her neck, nipping and suckling at the sensitive flesh along her hairline. His ragged breath near her ear sent electricity shooting to her already throbbing sex and she ached for him to touch her there.
She turned in his arms, hands rushing to his waist where she fumbled with the buttons of his fly, her gaze focused downward. At the last button she brought her eyes to his and her hands froze for an instant. His eyes were glazed with primal desire, his jaw tight as he drew deep breaths through slightly parted lips. Her fingers fumbled the last clasp and she dipped a hand inside, circling his now unconfined length through the thin fabric of his briefs. His eyes fluttered closed and he tensed as he drew a sharp hissing breath.
His fingers swiftly circled her wrist, removing her hand from inside his pants before he gingerly pushed his jeans and briefs over his hips and kicked them aside. Her heart skipped as she took in his hard length, fully engorged against his lower abdomed. He stepped closer to her but left space between their bodies. His hand reached out and brushed the side of her face, tilting her head up to meet his eyes.
"Tell me you want this Gillian," he growled, his voice strained.
"I need this, Cal," She said firmly and without hesitation.
His hands were on her the instant the words left her mouth. He pressed her up against the warm glass, one hand glancing across her ribs as he cupped and weighed her breast in his palm, his thumb stroking her already taut nipple. With his other hand he held onto her hip, tipping her pelvis forward so she felt the solid length of his erection pressed against her through her black lace panties. She felt a drop of moisture against her belly and realized how tightly he must be holding on if he was this ready for her.
She trailed a hand up his arm and across his shoulder stroking the sexy spot where the muscles from his neck merged with those of his back. She dipped her head to the curve of his neck, opening her mouth against his warm skin as she first lapped with her tongue then gently suckled at the moist flesh, leaving a trail of damp red marks. As she moved upward his fingers tightened convulsively on her hip and she smiled against him at the memory of the bruises she had found that morning. She pulled the sensitive lobe of his ear between her teeth and his hips bucked against hers as his breath caught in a strangled moan.
His fingers grasped the wispy material of her panties, pulling them down until they fell at her ankles. His other his hand snaked downward from her breast, hovering tentatively just above her belly.
"I want to touch you," he said against her neck in that throaty voice she was learning to crave.
She released his earlobe and pulled back from him slightly. She reached for his hand and drew it to her lips as he looked at her quizzically. Turning his hand upward she planted an open mouthed kiss against his palm, meeting his eyes from beneath her lashes as she did so. She then took his first two fingers and ran them gently over her swollen lips before inserting them into her mouth. She withdrew the fingers slowly using her tongue to apply moisture. Without breaking eye contact, she held his hand as she guided him lower and lower until his fingers brushed the faint line of curls above her sex. As she raised her knee, he quickly grasped it with his other hand creating the opening she needed. She pushed his fingers right to the top of her folds, guiding him to the tiny throbbing bundle of nerves there. She moaned softly as her eyes fluttered closed and she let go of his hand, circling her arms around his neck to guide him back to her mouth.
"Do you have any idea how unbelievably sexy you are?" Cal muttered against her lips. He pressed his fingers against her clit, eliciting another tiny moan before he slid deeper between her hot slippery folds, dipping just the tip of his index finger inside her entrance as he tested her. She pressed her hips against his palm eagerly trying to force him deeper.
He hitched her leg up higher on his hip, stepping between her thighs, and leaned into her body, bending his legs just slightly. His fingers moved back to stroke her clit as he placed his cock against her folds, gently nudging them apart. With two short strokes he opened her, coaxing her tight walls apart until he settled inside her with a deep groan of pleasure at the firm heat that enveloped him so completely. He ground his pelvic bone against her clit and her nails dug into the sensitive flesh at the back of his neck.
He leaned his dampened brow against hers, taking a moment to gain a modicum of control over his body. "You okay, love?" he asked in a tight voice.
"Mmm..I'm wonderful Cal," she smiled as she captured his lower lip, teasing gently with her teeth. "You feel so good," she breathed and he felt fluttering muscles flex around him, stealing his breath.
He tried to steady himself and think about anything other than the incredibly sweet ecstasy of being inside of her, but he had already strayed so far over the edge, there was no hope of drawing their pleasure out much longer; at least this time.
"Fuck," he swore under his breath as he withdrew. Grabbing the back of her neck for support, he thrust into her hard, lifting her completely off her feet. Keeping her pressed tightly between his body and the window, he dropped his hand and lifted her other leg around his waist. She locked her ankles behind him and he stepped back, praying to god that he had the strength and coordination to support her. He'd never make it all the way to the bed like this but he had a much closer destination in mind. Spinning them around, he walked the few steps to the long table, depositing her just on the edge as he repositioned himself.
With an arm behind her back, he pushed her backward until she lay flat on the table, his body covering hers as he moved in and out of her in short shallow strokes, making as much contact with her clit as he could. He put his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue in time with the rhythm of their hips. Her fingers clenched at his shoulders with each stroke and her breathing became harsh and uneven, she was close but he could tell she still needed more.
Feeling his own desperate need for release rapidly taking over his conscious thought, he stood up, draping her knees over his forearms as he bent her legs, pushing them back toward her shoulders. Now able to penetrate her fully, he deepened his strokes, slamming his hips into her clit so that she cried out with each wet slap of flesh meeting flesh. He focused on her cries and the signs that her body gave him as she reached and reached for the edge of pleasure. He held on desperately until he felt her legs begin to tremble and her hands ball into tiny fists against his shoulders, clenching and unclenching convulsively.
He drove into her hard and then ground his hips against her.
"Cal," she called out breathily as he finally felt her inner muscles tremble and clench around him, tightening her body's already firm grasp on his cock. She let out a long low moan and he let go of his hard won control, thrusting into her quick and hard with a rhythm born out of desperation until he felt the flood of his orgasm wash through him, his balls drawing up into his body as he came hard and hot inside her.
Inside Gillian; inside his wife.
He couldn't control the thoughts that burst through his brain as he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. Her cries from a moment before had calmed to soft whimpers that accompanied the continued gentlefluttering of her walls around him.
His legs were definitely threatening to buckle on him and he pulled her up slowly as she clutched at him, unwilling to give up contact with his body. Gently he slid her off the edge of the table and down to the floor where they clung to each other in a patch of sunlight on the plush carpet. Gillian's hand stroked soft circles on his chest as she smiled against his shoulder.
"Cal?" she said in a trembling voice.
"Yes, love?" he turned to kiss her damp forehead.
"That was worth remembering."
"I never had any doubts it would be, darling," he sighed against her hair.
There was a sudden pounding at the door which Cal chose to ignore in favor of his sudden focus on the smell of her shampoo. A moment later the pounding was repeated and a gruff voice called, "I have a package for Jimmy the Mouth."
"Are you going to get that Cal?" Gillian prompted.
"I hadn't decided yet," he breathed, running a hand through her hair. He shook himself, his eyes glancing toward the door before returning to her. "Promise me you won't move, or think, or anything else while I deal with this?"
"I'm not going anywhere," she said seriously.
Reluctantly, Cal left her and hurried to the door picking up his discarded jeans and tugging them on awkwardly on the way. When he glanced through the peephole, there was no one in sight. He opened the door and stuck his head out into the hall, "Oi!" he called to a man with a large envelope in his hand retreating down the hall. "You're looking for Jimmy?" he asked.
The man quickly turned back toward Cal. When he reached the door he placed the heavy package in Cal's waiting hand. Cal turned back into the room, opening the closet where he retrieved a thick white envelope before returning to the stranger in the hall.
"You're Jimmy the Mouth?" the man asked flatly.
"Yeah, sometimes," Cal replied as he handed the envelope over. "Is there a problem?"
The man thumbed casually through the thick stack of bills inside the envelope Cal had given him. "Nah, just the way Mr. Peterson talks about you, I always pictured you a little taller."
"We done here?" Cal said harshly.
In answer the man shoved the envelope into a pocket on the inside of his jacket and turned back down the hall toward the elevators. Cal shut the door, fastening the chain and the deadbolt before dumping the contents of the envelope onto the bed. A 9mm handgun and an extra clip landed heavily on the flowered bedspread. Cal picked up the gun, checked the clip inside before replacing it and then tucked both the gun and extra clip into the stand next to the bed. He truly hoped it didn't come to that but if someone was determined enough to try and stop them from getting information he was damn well going to be ready.
He walked back across the room to where Gillian sat on the carpet, looking absolutely delicious in his polo shirt which she had pulled on while he did business. She looked worried and frightened and a sudden flash of anger washed through him at the person responsible for ruining, what had been, a perfect moment.
"What was that Cal?" she asked.
He sat down next to her, gathering her into his arms. "Just some of the protection I mentioned earlier. Nothing for you to worry about, I've just always found it's better to be prepared."
She turned to look at him and he was pleased to see that some of the fear he had seen earlier was now tempered with anger. "I want to get these people Cal, I don't just want to sit around and wait for them to decide we're too much of a threat," she said vehemently.
"That's my girl." He could never hide his pride when it came to her perseverance.
"What do we do now?" she asked in a tone that indicated she was ready to go guns blazing down to the casino floor to track down the criminals.
"Well, right now I'd like to take my wife out to dinner wherever it was we ate yesterday or last night and start asking some questions. Besides, I'm famished. You're a bloody firework in the bedroom Gill," he teased.
"You haven't seen anything yet," she said with an arch of her brow as she leaned in to kiss him.
Well, now that thats out of the way...More plot. Happy smutastic Saturday!