Trusting Gibson (Last Score Book 2) (30 page)

Of course I complied. She could do anything she liked to me…as long as she wasn’t going to draw it out. I repositioned myself on the floor, Chloe was still standing but straddled my body.

“Take the t-shirt off. I want abs.”

In my half-sitting position, I smirked as I struggled to get the top over my head before I pulled it free, discarding it on the floor. Tiny crackles of electricity burst between us, which was so fitting because the atmosphere between us was electric. My body was vibrating slightly at the thought of her touching me. As soon as I felt her smooth, satiny, naked skin on her ass, I was addicted all over again.

“We need to do this my way for a while. Are you okay with that?”

The fact we were doing it at all was alright with me. I was as frustrated as fuck and desperate to push myself deep inside that sweet pussy of hers. She could have told me to do anything and I’d have been willing.

“Chloe, I thought you said whatever I want.” I was teasing her but she missed that, because when I saw the hesitancy in her, I realized that all of this, no matter how much she wanted to do it, was very difficult for her.

Stroking her legs again as she stood astride me while I lay flat, I tried not to notice her pussy and concentrate on her face. “What I want is for you to be in charge, Chloe. Whatever you want. That’s what I want, darlin’.”

Chloe huffed out a breath and smiled, but I didn’t miss the relief on her face. Kneeling down on her knees, her damp pussy skimmed across my belly. As she reached over and pulled my belt back towards her I thought that she was going to belt me, but she lifted one arm and then the other, and rested them over my head before sliding the belt leather under them and looping it through the buckle.

Pulling the belt leather tight, Chloe restrained me. My excitement went from desperately hard up to if- I-don’t-fuck-something-soon-I’ll-die.  She was so fucking hot to watch. Tongue curved on full plump upper lip, little grunts and pants, soft moans and as she pulled the loop on the buckle her pussy wiggled against my belly leaving little warm, wet, sticky patches with her effort.

Not being able to touch her was painful. Chloe placed her hands on my pecs and pushed herself back slightly onto my thighs. 
Thank you, God
. My dick bounced on my belly and Chloe glanced down at it and snickered. I was aching for her to hold it and my body was so highly strung it was vibrating slightly. If we waited much longer I felt I would disappoint her, because at this rate I was going to be a two minute wonder.

Chloe began to move and I thought,
damn this is it. The moment I’ve dreamed about for months. Our moment
. Pushing off me, she snaked her way up to stand and began to walk away, leaving me with my hands tied above my head. “Chloe, where the fuck are you going?”

I didn’t mean to sound so aggressive, but no one leaves me with my dick as stiff as a board and my hands tied above my head. That’s bad form.  Chloe gave me a devilish grin and in the most seductive voice I’ve ever heard come out of her mouth she said, “Gibson, you’ve been a patient man, another minute isn’t going to kill you. Lie there and be a good boy, I just need to get something.”

While I was trying hard to control my feelings, I realized yet another first. No one had ever made me wait for sex like she was doing. Most women had my dick out before I was even sure that I wanted to fuck them. Thinking about her withholding in this sense, got me more excited in the anticipation of her coming back so that we could get down to it, was fucking mind blowing.

Music filled the great room and Safia, “You are the One” played seductively. Chloe reappeared with a bottle of Cristal already corked from the cooler in an ice bucket, and two glasses. Smirking, she placed them down at the side of the comforter and crawled back over to straddle me.

“So…”

I swallowed noisily, both at what was coming…and I hoped it was me…and at how brave my girl was, to have been where she was a few short months ago, and preparing herself to take on someone like me in the bedroom again…or the floor in this case.

Leaning over, she rattled the champagne bottle in the metal ice bucket and taking it out, poured one flute of the ivory fizzy liquid. Placing the bottle back, the ice clinked noisily again. Chloe placed the flute to her lips and sipped from the glass.

“Mmmm.”  Her exaggerated appreciation of the flavor made my dick bounce impatiently on my belly again. Chloe looked at it, then at me and smirked. “As you’ve been a good boy so far, I’m going to let you taste it.”

When she sipped it again, I thought she was going to kiss me and share the champagne from her mouth, but she looked up and swallowed it painfully slowly. What she was doing was killing me.

Placing her hand behind my head, she placed the flute to my lips. “Drink.”

I sipped the champagne, Chloe pulling it away before I was done. It dribbled down my chin to my neck and small drops fell from the bottom of the glass onto my chest as she placed it down on the floor.

Without warning, Chloe turned and licked the spillage up my neck, my chin then traced my lips with her tongue. My ass cheeks clenched and I arched up, realizing how difficult it was to lose the use of my arms in these circumstances.

I had seen Chloe being assertive and wanting to dominate me only one other time, and as hot as this was, there was a bigger message in this. She was showing me that she was capable of moving on, and I should follow her lead. Occasionally, I didn’t mind being led when I was having sex, but I much preferred to take charge.

Chloe kissed me hard and that was another surprise, because the hunger and passion in it left me in no doubt that she definitely wasn’t going through the motions.

The slick juice that was coating my belly from her pussy more than backed that up as well.

When Chloe sat back, her hands on my belly, I thought that this is it…the moment where we got down to serious feelings and touching and sharing our bodies, but she leaned over and scooped a block of ice out and dropped it in the center of my chest. I shrieked at the sudden cold, and she grinned before taking it between her fingertips and trailing it down my body.

“Don’t. Come sit on my face, darlin’.” Chloe’s eyelid drooped immediately as her she took on that sex-drunk look of lust and threw the ice back in the ice bucket.

“You want to taste me, Gibson?”

Fuck— If I didn’t, I was going to die of thirst.

“Sit on my face. Do it. You smell delicious.”

Chloe crawled up my body and lowered her pussy to my mouth, but without pressure. I inhaled her scent deeply and the effect was fucking sensational. Darting my tongue out, I licked her seam lightly and Chloe hitched her breath. She moaned long and low, widening her stance on her knees to bring her pussy closer to my mouth. Growling deeply into her core in response, my instinct was to hold her. My hands kept trying to react to my thought and I kept trying to carry through on that. “Open the belt. I want my hands.”

Without a word, Chloe leaned forward and I sucked on her clitoris. My reward was another long moan, “Ahhhh,” falling involuntarily from Chloe’s lips. As soon as my hands were free I skimmed them down the sides of her body, placed them on her ass and dragged her closer to my mouth.

As soon as she was in position, I sucked hard on her clitoris, then began fucking her with my tongue until I felt her body begin to tremble. Instead of making her come, I repositioned her by laying her down and rolling over between her legs.

Sliding my palms under her ass, I checked Chloe’s face and I could see she was gone. There was no question in my mind that Chloe wanted me to fuck her and she didn’t appear to have any inhibitions about it either. She looked as sexy as sin and the smirk she was wearing held many improper thoughts. I would bet my life on it.

Dipping my head I licked her softly again and in response she moaned softly, whimpered and thrust her pussy into my face. So from that point on I sucked her clitoris and watched her face, adding one finger into her pussy, then two. Chloe’s gorgeous huge eyes locked onto mine until they rolled back in her head.

“Eyes, Chloe. Look at me.” My voice sounded stern. It wasn’t a request, it was a demand.

Opening her eyes, she tried to stay focused as she came undone on my tongue. “I love you, Gibson.”

Hearing her declare her love for me made me stop dead. I hadn’t realized how important her saying those words again had been, until they passed her lips. It was a different declaration, because there was no argument preceding it, and I heard the love in her voice when she said it.

“Thank you.” I had just been given the gift of pleasuring Chloe and she was thanking me, her manners were fucking impeccable. Crawling up beside her, I trailed the back of my fingers up her body and watched her skin detonate into millions of tiny goose bumps. Chloe shivered and wriggled and I took her face in my hands, dragged my thumbs across her beautiful plump lips and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her sex on me.

My body was screaming for her in a silent torture and my hands couldn’t stop moving on her. Touching her—feeling her skin, and watching the way she reacted both by her physical body movements and the erotic sounds she made were like the most potent aphrodisiac I’d ever encountered.

Tasting  Chloe was the biggest high, and the look in her eyes alone with that lust-drunk stare she was doing, made my dick ache beyond anything I’d felt before. Her hot breath was in my mouth—the smell of her. Chloe’s fragrant scent, her awesome hair shampoo and the smell of her sex was driving me insane.  Being there with her was a multi-sensory feast.

“What do you want, Gibson?”  Stopping to stare at her, I brushed a few strands of hair away from her forehead. If I answered honestly, it might have sounded pornographic. Snickering to myself, I smiled and said what every female wants to hear.

“Whatever you want, Chloe.”

“Take me.” Fuck.

Two words. Take her? She didn’t say to fuck her. Chloe was asking for slow and gentle. She wanted to do this but she was scared. I wanted to take care of her…handle her with care, but I was so frustrated after the last five months and finally feeling her in my hands, on my mouth, against my skin that I doubted whether I’d be able to stay in control once I was inside her.

Chloe reached down and took my dick in her hand. The feel of her small fingers circling around my dick and taking a firm grip made my eyes close.

“Eyes, Gibson.”

 Chloe sounded playful and I snickered as I opened them. She had a fabulous genuine smile on her face. When she began stroking me, I took a deep breath and a swallow past the lump that had formed in my throat. I was caught in the moment of the incredible turning point we’d reached. I didn’t need to be played with, there wasn’t going to be much time for that because I was so fucking excited, that it wasn’t going to take much to get me off at all.

“Don’t. I’m saving myself.” Well I was trying to anyway.

Chloe’s mouth stretched into a wider smile and she licked her lips. “Gibson Barclay, I never thought I’d ever hear that come out of
your
mouth of all people.”

I let out a long breath and chuckled, feeling much more relaxed for her comment.

“What can I say? You’re breaking my balls here, just being in front of me.” Smiling affectionately at Chloe, I figured I’d let enough time pass for her still to say ‘no’ but she looked relaxed and horny, was initiating and continuing to show me that she really wanted this, so I crawled on my knees between her legs and slid my hands under her ass to pull her little body closer up my legs toward my dick.

Leaning forward, I rested my forehead on hers and she swallowed, her eyes suddenly darting away nervously. “I got you, darlin’, just let me take care of you.” Chloe gave me a half smile and her hands landed on my hips.

Placing my dick at her entrance after sliding it down the seam of her pussy to check how wet she was, I smiled as I rocked gently into her. Chloe’s eyes widened and her finger tips pressed tighter into my skin when I had slid myself up to the hilt. Stopping, I stayed still, waiting until Chloe’s fingers relaxed before I made my next move.

“How does that feel?”

Chloe’s eyes were glassy with lust but I could feel the apprehension radiating from her and her pussy was holding my dick like a prisoner in a secure unit.

“Good.”
Well fuck, that’s encouraging.

Staring back at her, I brushed away some strands of hair from her face and placed my forehead on hers in an effort to calm her.

“Just good? Fuck, darlin’, I’m losing my touch.” I gave her a half-smile and sounded playful, but playful was the furthest thing from my mind at that point. I wanted her to feel safe, but inside I really wanted to ruin her for all other men. Chloe smiled and her heavy breath fanned my face, then she bit her lip before she spoke, “I’m a bit nervous.”

“Darlin’, it’s me…I got you. Relax and let me take care of you, Chloe.” When I nudged inside, Chloe’s eyes went wide. “Am I hurting you?” Focusing, she watched me with an intensity that raised my awareness of the significance of where we were at.

“Only in that it’s painful you’re not fucking me yet, Gibson.”

I rocked gently in and out and a smile played on her lips. “Mm-hm…just like that…oh, yeah…God, you’re really good at this.”

“Yeah? You like that? Sweet Jesus, Chloe, what you do to me.” I said in a husky voice then growled loudly as I ground my dick deep into her pussy.

Chloe’s eyes widened with the urgency and desperation of my movement, and was watching my face intensely, my lips only a few inches from hers.

“Well…it’s alright, I suppose…”

I wiped the smirk off her face when I picked up the pace and crushed my mouth to hers and began fucking her rapidly. Neither of us lasted long. But she came apart in my arms with her body jerking violently with the force of her powerful orgasm. As soon as she started coming, my head fought with my dick not to come at that point. My dick won.

“Thank you.” She whispered wistfully.

Opening my eyes I stared at her hard, swallowing past a sudden lump that formed in my throat at the love that seemed to swell my heart whenever I looked at her. I was starting to fall asleep after my twenty minute sprint to the finish line…that’s how fucking Chloe had felt.