Romance: Gibson's Legacy ( New Adult Contemporary Erotic Romance) (Last Score Book 1) (37 page)

Powerful and strong, sexy and charismatic, Gibson was definitely someone that people could never ignore. Staring at him almost hurt because he mesmerized me and I knew that each time I looked at him it was one less look until I he was gone from me.

Pushing aside the fact that I was leaving the next day, I stroked his lips with my finger. Gibson immediately took it in his mouth and sucked it hard. My pussy squeezed his dick, still deep inside me, and he grinned roguishly at me.

Being uncertain at the beginning that night, I had tried to control the situation by taking the role of the dominant partner in the act. But I really wanted Gibson to take over, because I had no real clue how to please a man like him and mostly because I really needed him to show me that sex wasn’t just about men helping themselves to a woman’s body, the way Kace had done with me.

Placing my mouth near Gibson’s ear I whispered softly, “Show me.” Gibson leaned away from me and stopped moving. He stared inquiringly at me in the moon-light, looking for a sign I hadn’t just asked him that.

Gibson massaged his lips together, then moved in to kiss my lips softly before moving his mouth across my cheek to my ear. Gripping a small handful of my hair he asked, “Trust me?” His voice was raspy and low, almost a whisper, when he asked if I would submit my body to him to show me what sex was about.

“Yes.” Instantly Gibson’s mouth trailed down my neck and the sensation was electric. Sliding his hand from the middle of my back down between the crease of my butt, his finger began to tease around the entrance of my ass.

Soft moans escaped from the both of us and the effect he was having on me with his expert touch sent shivers all over my body. Shaking slightly, my body was humming in anticipation. But I was also feeling something new… fear. However, it was fear and excitement and I was wondering what I had just agreed to.

“Tell me what you want, Chloe. What do you like? How do you like it?” Gibson was moving inside me again, undulating, but he’d begun to take charge, lifting and lowering me, pushing and pulling my ass cheeks to help me ride his dick. He took my hand, then my weight in his strong arms and handled me like I was feather-light. The water lapped around us and I was vaguely aware it making more noise with Gibson’s more urgent and bigger movements.

“I want you to do what makes you feel good. If it makes you feel good it will do the same for me.” Gibson took my mouth in another kiss, a fierce hungry one and began to move his hips more, lifting and lowering me a little faster than before and within five thrusts of his hips, I was clinging to him, Gibson’s face in my neck barely nibbling a piece of my skin as if he was trying to control himself from more. Growling low and desperately, he broke away to look at me.

“Damn, Chloe, what the fuck are you doing to me? You’re like a fucking drug.”

Standing up, Gibson crushed me against his chest and managed to edge us out of the tub without pulling out. Knocking the soft, padded tub cover to the floor, he placed his hands on my butt cheeks and lowered us on to it. Lifting my legs upward and outward he crawled nearer me, pushing himself deeper inside me. “Oh, Gibson.”

“Fuck. Chloe, I’m fighting to stay in control with you darlin’. I’ve never wanted
anyone
so badly.” Feeling Gibson tremble slightly, the heightened awareness of his sheer physical size and strength made me stare back at him again, awestruck. He had swooping curves and chiseled muscle groups, in his arms, pecs, and abs, making me literally want to lick him.

Taking my wrists in one hand he placed them together above my head. “Don’t touch me, keep your hands there,” he ordered. “Clasp them, no matter what, you keep your hands there, okay?”

My face must have registered my alarm because Gibson immediately held my face tenderly, crouching over to kiss me. In a low soothing voice full of emotion he said, “I got you, Chloe. Trust me.” Something in the way he said it, made me relax.

Knowing what I had been through and how he responded when I told him, helped me to put my faith in him. Gibson began to rock into me, never taking his eyes off of me, his hands trailing both sides of my ribs, up over my breasts and shoulders and down my arms. My body was erupting with pleasure in the wake of each wave of sweeping movements he made. It was tender and attentive, and I’d never known this level of adulation from Kace.

Again, I could feel tears choking my throat with emotion at how considerate and selfless he was being with me because every time I’d ever seen him with a girl, he was pounding her hard.

Working a swallow, I closed my eyes. Gibson’s mouth kissed my neck and he whispered, “Please Chloe, open your eyes, I want to see what I do to you, how I make you feel and for you to see how you make me feel.”

How I was making him feel? When he said that, I was pretty confused. I was the one with my hands above my head, it was Gibson that was doing all the stimulating. I was so aroused and drunk with desire that a few moments later I began to lose it again, and was stunned when I heard myself say, “Fuck me, Gibson. Please fuck me.”

Gibson continued to rock into me, keeping me on the edge and gave me the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen in my entire life. All my senses were on high alert, especially since I wasn’t able to use my hands or bring my arms down.

“Good girl, you’re learning to respond to your own body but you are going to have to convince me you really want me.” Smiling at me, but he had been trying to sound stern. For a guy with his reputation, his self- control was amazing and not like the guy I remembered at all.

“I need you to show me, Gibson. Please show me what I do to you.” Sexual tension radiated from his body, then Gibson’s eyelids drooped seductively and he growled into my neck. “Fuck, Chloe, I could easily lose control with you darlin’. Don’t test me.”

“Don’t worry Gibson, there is no test at the end,” I threw back at him, quoting again from conversations we’d had on the phone. Giving me a grin, it quickly dropped to an intense silent pause before he swept his hands under my back and rolled me on top of him.

Without warning, Gibson bunched a handful of my hair in his hand and held it close on my head. With his other strong hand on one cheek of my butt he began to move it up and down on him, pushing himself in and out of me deep and fast. Overwhelming feelings of pleasure and an emotional rush prevented me from being scared about this new experience.

Again, his face was inches from mine and he brought my forehead down to rest on his murmuring, “Let yourself go, Chloe, I got you. You’re safe with me.” At that point we both lost control, my nails digging into his hips, both of his arms holding me against his chest tightly as he did before when I started to come.

“Do it. Come. Don’t hold back.” Reading my body perfectly, Gibson could feel my muscles tighten, suddenly squeezing his dick tightly and drawing him deeper into me as my pussy clenched with my release.

Euphoric waves of ecstasy washed over me forcing me to bear down inside. Sharp, jerky muscle spasms lifted my head off the tub cover. “Beautiful Chloe, I got you, I got you.” As hard as I tried to keep looking at him, my brain was in meltdown from the desire and being sated by the guy who definitely lived up to his reputation of a sex god, as well as a rock god.

Growling with need, Gibson held my butt cheeks in both his hands and rode me much harder for about a minute, pushing and pulling to ride him at his pace, thrusting rapidly from underneath. I’d never been fucked that hard or fast before and I heard myself say, “Don’t stop that feels… soo good.”

I felt myself rise in orgasm again and so did he. “Do it, fuck, do it, I’m coming, yes, oh fuck yes, oh yeah …shit. Damn.” His hot cum spurted inside me, his dick pulsing… his body stiffening then jerking in time with mine.

Gibson surprised me when he didn’t slip out of me, but rolled me on my side and spooned with me. Turning my head, he cupped my chin and kissed me hard. “That was about you, Chloe. The next time, it’s for me. Next time, we’re doing it to my tune, darlin’. You’ll feel the difference.”

Lying in silence, I wondered what that meant. I felt like I’d been horse riding on a three day trek with a lot of saddle time. I had no idea how I would manage a ‘next time’ in the next few hours. We were due to leave in less than twelve hours.

“Almost five years.” I frowned and searched his face when he spoke, then met his gaze and stroked down his arm that was across me, waiting for him to speak. Gibson brushed some strands of wet hair away from my face and neck then licked his lips.

“Chloe, of all the girls I’ve kissed, your kiss has been the sweetest. Your lips have been the softest, your tongue the most teasing. Hell, you make me hard by kissing me did you know that? I should apologize for all those other women but if I hadn’t been with them, I’d never have known exactly what you do for me… to me.”

Perplexed by his continued attention, I lay there staring at him, wondering why he was continuing to say all those things to me when he’d already got what he’d set out to have. Gibson had no reason to continue with his pretense.

He’d set his sights on me like every other woman who had ever flitted past him in life, I’d given him what he expected. In the process he had changed my view, in that Gibson Barclay wasn’t just the two dimensional rock star man whore I had thought he was.

CHAPTER 36 – STARGAZING

Chloe

Gibson rolled onto his back and stared up at dark sky. Sliding his arm under my neck, he drew my head into his chest. “So come on, educate me. Explain what’s up there.” He turned to look at me and I tilted my head up to meet his gaze.

The way he was smiling at me was so sexy. My heart did another flip-flop before I answered him. “Beats me, I’m not a star gazer, Gibson.”

Gibson’s brow furrowed and he shook his head. “That isn’t what you said before.” Smirking knowingly, I shook my head back at him, rubbing my cheek on his smooth hard chest.

“No, I said we looked at the stars. Not that we knew anything about them.” I began to giggle and he tickled my ribs, which made me wriggle around at the side of him, then he kissed the top of my head and sighed deeply.

His affectionate gesture was so unexpected and took me aback. I stared up at him mesmerized by the gorgeous man lying holding me and again, my heart squeezed. We both lay quietly for a few minutes until Gibson’s cell phone rang again.

Looking at me, he exhaled deeply, then he shifted and got up off the floor to pick up his swimmers to retrieve his cell phone. With his withdrawal, I became very aware that I was still naked and lying on the floor with his withdrawal, but as if Gibson sensed what I needed, he disappeared in the direction of the en- suite and brought me back a soft white toweling bathrobe.

Initially I had felt he was going to dismiss me, but he led me into the bathroom and leaned into the shower, turning the faucet on. I was feeling a little tender after our sex session and it must have shown on my face, because when he turned to face me again, his brow was creased in concern.

“Are you okay, Chloe? Did I hurt you?”

I was a little sore because of Gibson’s size, but it was a reminder that I had let what happened with Kace go. I’d happily have chosen that kind of pain over the agony of being emotionally and physically beaten.

Smiling, I reassured him it was only through lack of any action recently and made a little joke out of it. I stepped into the shower and the water was so soothing. Gibson pulled a flannel from the side and soaked it under the shower then folded it and placed it between my legs. “Does that help?” It did, I wasn’t used to that level of care.

I half expected Gibson to stay in the shower with me, but he didn’t. Wandering through to the cabin bedroom, he disappeared out of sight. Tears threatened again and stung in my throat and I thought that was it. My reckless moment with Gibson Barclay.

This is where we went our separate ways. Then I was completely embarrassed because all I had to wear was my tankini and I really didn’t want to sit around displaying my body after what had happened between us.

Pulling on the bathrobe again, I shook my hair out as best as I could and towel dried it. Making my way back into the bedroom, I saw Gibson lying on the bed talking on the phone looking serious. When he looked up and caught my gaze, concluded his call abruptly. “Gotta go. Yeah, five minutes…got it.”

Gibson edged his way to the end of the bed and stood up. You done? I’m just going to get in real quick. Johnny is coming with Toby’s boat in five to take us back.”

Gibson walked past me without looking at me and carried on through to the bathroom. There was no way I was taking that robe off again after that reception from him. True to his word, he was back in less than the five minutes and dressed in his swimmers again.

“Come on,” he said, taking me by the hand and leading me back up on deck. Bombarded with a range of feelings, I followed but didn’t speak. His contrary actions weren’t working in my favor for being able to read what he was thinking.

Almost too intimate with the cloth in the shower, Gibson demonstrated a level of care I’d never experienced before… and then he had kind of dismissed me and left the bathroom. He’d arranged for Johnny to come as he’d got what he set out for with me, but yet taking my hand and being attentive while we waited for him. When Johnny arrived, I was feeling mortified because he probably saw me was just another groupie. Hell, maybe I was.

Again, while transferring into Toby’s boat from the yacht Gibson was there, anticipating what I needed. “I got you, Chloe. Let go.” Asserting his command, he placed his strong hands on my hips and hugged me tightly to him when I did.

Arriving back on dry land, I felt pretty stupid in my bath robe. Especially as it was about eighty eight degrees and directly opposite the flood lit jetty was a restaurant full of people, staring out the window at us.

Johnny drove us and dropped Gibson off at his hotel before taking me back. I was feeling pretty choked, as well as cheap, when Gibson kissed me hungrily, then gave me the, ’I’ll call you’ line before he got out.