Trusting Gibson (Last Score Book 2) (8 page)

Every so often someone says something that just takes your breath away and affects you in a way that nothing else does.  What she said wasn’t anything sexy or clever or intelligent, but it was the girl I’d dreamed for five long years saying something I needed to hear, and it happened while my dick was buried deep inside her.

Reaching down, I began to talk softly in her ear and rubbing her clit. “So…” She snickered, and pouted her lips for a kiss. I obliged and was rewarded with another soft moan into my mouth.

“You want me to fuck you, darlin’?” I was taking her slowly and still rubbing her clit and she was finding it harder to speak without squirming on top of me.

“Mmm.”  Her breathing was becoming shallow and more breathy as she panted with desire and anticipation about when my teasing would end and I’d take her to another level of pleasure.

“Chloe?”

“Please…”

When I looked down into her eyes—drunk with lust, then saw her purse her lips and bite her bottom one, I licked mine and reached around to place her feet back on my thighs.

“Hands on my chest, darlin’.” Chloe didn’t hesitate. Turning her head away and l sat up heavily onto my dick then leaning back to take her weight on her hands. “Okay?”

“Kinda scared, but excited scared, ya know?” Chloe’s voice was shaky and when I heard her express her true feelings, yet still willing for me to take her how I wanted, it squeezed at my heart.

“It’s okay, Chloe. If you want me to stop, just tell me okay? I got you, darlin’.”

“Mm-hm. Let’s go.” Snickering at her, because that was usually my line for stopping the conversation, I held her ass cheeks, taking her weight in my hands and started at a steady pace. Within a minute she was moaning with delight and forgetting herself, telling me what she was feeling. “Oh, yeah…keep going. I love your dick. Even the metal…especially the metal.”

It wasn’t long before my need began to drive me and I could feel Chloe’s pussy tighten. “Don’t stop, Gibson, harder….please don’t stop. Puleeeez…” She shuddered and her body began to judder in spasms, so I gripped her tight and rode her harder while she screamed in ecstasy. Her hands slipped from her chest, so I pulled her flat on her back on top of me and held her body tight to mine. Turning her face up to me she kissed me hard and I swallowed her agonized noises of ecstasy slowing the pace. Chloe sat up rocking and circling, grinding herself on me. “Whew! Jeez, that was intense.”

Grinning at her reaction, I was relieved that she had a healthy sexual appetite. We’d had sex quite a few times during the past week and a couple of the sessions had been a pretty good workout. I had been worried that she may not be very adventurous after what happened to her, so how she was responding told me a lot about her character and resilience.

Surprisingly, Chloe began to rock and undulate faster, then placed her feet at my side and slipped free of me. Crawling on her hands and knees, she spun around and lifted her leg across my body to position her pussy near my face.

Without hesitation my mouth was on her, licking and sucking at the tender soft petals of skin around her entrance. Licking up to her clit, I sucked in pulses while the effect and rhythm were being simulated in perfect time by Chloe’s attention on my dick.

Chloe pushed my dick deep in her throat and gagged, producing a force deep down in her pussy which I felt on my tongue. Fresh juices flowed and Chloe was grinding herself on my face, like she couldn’t get enough of me. Her mouth sucked me hard and she stroked my dick with just the right amount of pace and grip.

“Fuck. Oh, yeah…just like that darlin’…just like that. Damn.” She was getting me beyond hot and I don’t think I’d ever had as much patience or paid as much attention to how a woman was feeling emotionally about getting laid.

I’m not sure when it happened, but I couldn’t hold back any longer and turned Chloe on her back, dragging her ass to the edge of the bed and pushing my dick until I was balls deep inside her again. I was done being gentle and I had to take her how I wanted her.

Standing at the end of the bed watching her body react to what I was doing and hearing her urge me on like she had… I just fucking lost it. Pounding her hard and gripping her legs on my hips, I listened to her making all the right noises and she was definitely enjoying what I was doing. “Oh God, you’re making me come again.”

I’d never fucked anyone so beautiful and even though what I was doing was definitely primal by that point, I was experiencing the intimacy of being with a girl that I cared for, which was a whole new world to me. So I would say the sex we had together was definitely different.

Chloe came apart shouting my name that morphed again into a silent scream as she struggled to keep her eyes open and I realized that I was just about to come as well, so I pulled out and stroked my dick hard. To my surprise, Chloe sat up and opened her mouth, then went a step further and took the head of my dick in her mouth and sucked me dry.

“Fuck.” The word escaped like a whisper as I had exhaled breathlessly, and Chloe’s lips were flared out around the head of my semi-hard dick still paying attention to me while I still had some small spasms working through my body from coming.

Smiling slowly, Chloe stood straight, her arms wrapping around my waist. “Thank you.”

“Hot damn. You take my fucking breath away, darlin’, come here.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her up onto the bed, lifting the pillow on her side and turning it long ways behind me.

Chloe curled into my side and I reached over and pulled her side over her to keep her warm. Smiling warmly at me, she leaned forward and kissed my pec muscle, then licked my nipple before grinning up at me.

“Gibson?” Her sweet voice was kinda wobbly.

My eyes were closed while I concentrated on the feel of her as I was recovering, and I opened one to peer at her when she didn’t say anything else.

“Yeah? What’s up?”  Chloe’s face was flushed pink, her pretty pink lips bruised and her sated eyes held that just fucked look that made me want to climb on her all over again.

“Listen, I need to say something because it’s on my mind and I feel myself getting lost in you, so I guess I need to put it out there.”

I had both eyes open by then and was giving her my full attention.
She’s getting lost in me.

“Shoot. What’s on your mind, darlin’?”

“This…situation…how long do you think we’re going to do this?”

“Have sex? Stay here? What do you mean, Chloe?”

Chloe worked a swallow and looked up to meet my gaze. “This…you and me…together.”

I pulled myself up the bed and pulled her along with me. Once I was comfortable, I tilted her chin to look at me and gave her a long solid stare. “Oh, we’re doing this until we’re not, darlin’. You mean you staying with me? Coming on tour with me?”

Shaking my head at how inarticulate she made me at times, I tried again. “What I mean is I want you with me. I love having you with me. You give me reason, Chloe. We’ve been there…talked about this before.” Not sure what it was she needed to hear, but fuck if I could have told her anyway, the way I seemed to be tongue tied around her all the time.

Pushing away from me, she sat back on her heels to the side of me. It reminded me of when we were on the yacht and I thought about how beautiful she was in the moonlight, then compared how she looked at that point and she was even more stunning.

“You are used to women for breakfast, lunch and dinner, Gibson. I’m one woman. A girl from nowhere. I have no great sexual skills or experience to bring to you and I want to protect myself because I’m really starting to like you. I’m also worried about what will happen to me when this is over…how I’ll stay safe. Kace is out there and I know he’s coming for me.”

Moving up on my heels to face her, I took her face in my hands. “Chloe, I’m not fucking playing at this.” Making a ghosting movement with my hand between us, I continued, “This…us…I want this, I want you. I’m hoping what we have is something to build on. All I know is, I have this great, beautiful girl in my life and I’m loving every minute of being with you so far.”

“As for the sex…my dick was worn smooth by groupies and sure, I guess I’ve done most things and had some freaky sessions which I’m not particularly proud of…but not ashamed either, you understand? I fucked women like other people eat dinner, Chloe. It was a basic need. Right down there with food, warmth, and safety.  What we’re doing is nothing like being with any of them.”

Chloe sat silent when I spoke. I didn’t see much recognition of what I was saying and wondered how to reassure her. Trying to put myself in her shoes, I probably would have run a mile instead of getting involved with someone with my reputation.

“Listen Chloe, I guess only time will tell you whether you can trust me or not, but from my point of view, you bring light to my day, darlin’. You hit me here in my chest and you are inside my head like a fucking ticker tape, the memory of your eyes and the way you first looked at me constantly running in my mind’s eye. You give me reason, that’s all I can tell you.”

Chloe and I stared intensely at one another for a minute before she smiled slowly. “Okay.” Leaning across, I took her face in my hands and kissed her tenderly and felt her body sag as she relaxed, then I knew we were really okay for a while. I had a feeling my reputation would continue to plague her, until I demonstrated to her that she could trust me.

CHAPTER 7 - REVELATIONS

Chloe

Gorgeous grey eyes stared seriously into mine and I was humbled by the way Gibson had tried to reassure me that I really was what he was looking for. Tall order for me, to think about being the one he chose when there were millions of women worldwide that wanted him. I should have been elated that Gibson Barclay, mega rock star, was pursuing me when he’s had so many women and now I knew for myself how much he likes sex.

How could I compete with what had gone before? A mountain of self-doubt consumed me. Gibson was used to sex and to women willing to do anything he wanted, when he wanted. What if I couldn’t perform? What if I wouldn’t do something he liked, because it turned me off? Would I be expected to grin and bear it?

My strong attraction to Gibson made me want to do sexual things to him I’ve never felt like doing before. I wondered if it was this attraction that was making me feel desperate to believe everything he said to me.  Voices in my head were constantly telling me that it was impossible for a guy like Gibson to remain interested in someone like me. I wasn’t super-hot or super-cool or super anything actually, and I wasn’t particularly talented in any way, what did he see in me?

The truth of the matter was, I wasn’t even that fun anymore. Sure, I had my moments and I could sing karaoke, dance, balance a spoon on my nose and play the guitar a little, but that was a world away from the life he was trying to make me a part of.

I couldn’t imagine me at an award ceremony with him, strolling down the red carpet or posing confidently for pictures by the press. I was Chloe…mousy, quiet and preferring to blend into the background ever since Kace subjected me to domestic violence.

One thing was for sure though, since being with Gibson, I’d never experienced anything like the intense pleasure he gave me. The guy set my body on fire every time he touched me—there was no other way to describe it. What I had just experienced with him was amazing—insane. Sex with him took me to another place altogether and while I was there, it was like this incredibly erotic haze.

When Ruby gave me a lecture about different kinds of sex back in college, she rattled them off like a list, hot, urgent, make-up, intense, naughty and so on. I thought she was being crude and just trying to embarrass me. However since being with Gibson, I realize I knew nothing then, and I’d only been having sex with Kace for a few weeks at that time. But…oh boy. Ruby was right. Just clearing my mind and allowing my body to submit to the pleasure of the feelings Gibson gave me, totally changed my perspective.

Gibson was insatiable in bed I’d bet, but I could still feel him reining in his natural libido around me. We’d been with each other for a week and had sex every day… several times a day on a few occasions but I could sense he was capable of a lot more.

Even when I thought Gibson was sated after I had felt that intense build up and his body vibrated right before he spurted his hot sticky cum inside me, he’d surprised me by continuing regardless, fucking himself hard again. How he found the strength to continue to pleasure me with multiple orgasms was a revelation. I’d never experienced a whole body orgasm before Gibson and I doubt if I could live without them once I had.

Strange that Gibson could be so carnal and animalistic one minute and controlled and tender the next. Not that those two actions couldn’t go together, just that it was a side to him that was very unexpected. Caressing me afterwards, he would talk quietly during our recovery, which was something that Kace never did. After being with Gibson, I realized that nothing that Kace did when we’d been intimate focused on me.

Usually, with Kace he’d go at it like he was in another world, come, pull out and roll away. To be honest I always wanted a cuddle afterwards, but not knowing any better, just thought what Kace did was what all men did.

We had just made love and I was feeling contented in the moment as I lay with my head on Gibson’s chest, listening to his strong, slow steady heartbeat. Tilting my head to look at him, I watched him sleep and my pussy clenched at the sight of the beautiful man lying sated under my cheek.

After our amazingly hot and sweaty workout, I’d spoken to him about my worries and Gibson was quick to tell me that I was what he wanted, so now I had to try to accept that.  “Are you staring at me, darlin’?” A slow sexy smirk appeared on Gibson’s mouth and I hardly knew how to function after seeing it.

“Might have been. It’s not every day a girl gets fucked by a hot-shot rock star.” I snickered at my comeback, glad that I wasn’t letting his status intimidate me for the moment. We were just two young people that had ‘something’ going on.