Chloe was the only girl I had never used condoms with and I came inside her often. The thought of doing that with any other girl would have made me sick with worry. With her it wouldn’t have mattered to me at all if she got pregnant.
Chloe and I both made the same agonized moan of pleasure, “Ohhhhh.” Chloe breathed out again with another shuddery breath and she moaned so seductively that my body was virtually vibrating with desire for her.
Drawing back almost out of her, I watched her reaction carefully and there were no nerves or any sign that she was afraid of me letting loose so I swallowed roughly, ran my hands up her thighs, gripped her hips tightly and began to fuck her hard and fast. Chloe was making soft moaning sounds that morphed into louder commands as the heat of the moment took over. “Oh yeah, oh Gibson, there, don’t stop, please.”
My confidence grew that Chloe was losing herself and before long her body completely attuned to mine. Soft sighs and moans, whenever I changed the pace from fast to slow, sounded so seductive, and the way she undulated in perfect synchronized moves made me work faster. When her pussy walls clenched tightly around my dick for the third time in an intense strong orgasm, I didn’t fight my own and shot my load inside her, pumping in forceful spurts as my arms clung tightly around her body.
The difference in having sex with Chloe to all the other women I’d been with was that I wasn’t just getting off. I was responding to the one person who got me. The only person that ‘did it’ for me like she did. Someone I actually wanted to please more than I wanted to please myself. These unfamiliar feelings made me continue to hold Chloe close long after we’d come.
Until Chloe, I had hated anyone touching me after sex. Usually, I just wanted to make space and recover on my own. I had no idea why she was different, but I felt happier when I was touching her than at any other time.
CHAPTER 2 - MOBILE
Chloe
Pressure from Gibson’s firm, possessive grip on my hip woke me as he pulled the lower half of me into his body to spoon with him. I was already lying cocooned in his arm that was around my neck and reaching down to cradle my left breast in the palm of his hand. I had woken this way every morning for over a week since I agreed to stay with him.
Inhaling heavily, his lips appeared at my ear as he whispered seductively, “I know you’re not asleep, I can feel you thinking.” What was really weird was, it was almost as if he could. My first thought for the past week had been when am I going to wake up from this dream? When is someone going to tell me it’s time to go home?
“And I know what you’re thinking. Don’t. I got you, darlin’, nothing bad is going to happen to you while you are with me. I told the team whatever it takes to keep you safe, darling.” I prayed that Gibson was right and meant every word. As I snuggled closer his erect dick was lying in the seam of my butt and I couldn’t help but give a little wriggle against him.
I was worried, we’d had sex and it was all over the media. I had escaped my abusive ex-boyfriend after a windfall and settled myself a long way from that life, and now he would know where I had gone.
Gibson growled and tightened his grip in the sexiest rub of his own in hissed response. “Fuck, Chloe. What are you doing to me?” Struggling to free myself, I turned to face him and when I looked up at him my heart raced. Just seeing him in front of me affected every fiber of my body. “Me? I was lying here minding my own business. Don’t blame me for your horny thoughts, Gibson Barclay.”
Grinning widely with fire and desire in his eyes, he dipped his head and kissed the end of my nose. “You know something, Chloe? You do something to me, you know that right? I can’t explain it but fuck, it’s like I never know what to think, or how to express myself around you. You consume me. You understand? When I’m holding you it’s…it’s not enough.”
Gibson’s pointed stare was completely serious. After he said that, we fell into this weird but wonderful silence where we just looked intensely at each other and I could see him thinking when his brow furrowed a couple of times, so I asked, “What are you thinking?” Gibson bit his lip and narrowed his beautiful grey eyes and they began to tick over my face.
“Still thinking what to say…how to explain this feeling…what’s happening here between us. Fuck! I’ve never been stuck for words before and I feel like a babbling child around you. I dunno…when I look at you I get this tight feeling in my chest and it’s…uncomfortable. Yet, I don’t like it when I can’t see your face. Jesus it’s so damned difficult to put it into words.”
So I was lying there staring silently in wonder at this mega rock star that was absolutely everything I wasn’t, who was so accomplished and so stunningly handsome women fainted. Gibson was musically talented as well and I doubted there were many households in the world who didn’t know who he was. On Facebook alone he had forty eight million followers, and he was telling me he doesn’t like it when he couldn’t see my face? That he can’t explain what I do for him? The whole situation was insane.
“What are you thinking?” Gibson dipped his head and whispered sexily in my ear making my skin break out in a rash of goose bumps even though we were snug under the comforter.
I gave him a wry smirk as I paused briefly to take in how he was looking at me then I asked, “Didn’t you just tell me you knew what I was thinking?”
Gibson chuckled, “Smart ass,” and began tickling me. It hadn’t taken much until he had me wriggling around on the bed laughing and I remember feeling happier at that moment than I had felt in a really long time.
Rolling me over, Gibson laid me on my back and crawled over me stopping dead, but still keeping me under his quiet intense scrutiny. The way he was staring at me was unnerving and my gaze toward him was more like my brain storing a mental photograph as I tried to memorize every single crease, every hair on his chin from his stubble and the way his gorgeous lips glistened when he ran his tongue over them.
Holding me like I was about to disintegrate, Gibson handled me so delicately and his fingers skimmed like feathers over my cheeks as he lightly brushed strands of hair away from my face. Leaning his forehead against mine, he pulled in a deep breath as the edge of his lips curled upwards in a smile. Suddenly, he closed the space between our mouths and gave me the most devastating kiss of my life.
A tidal wave of emotions totally engulfed me, which I can only describe as stars exploding, affecting the deepest ache in my core as his hot wet tongue pushed every erogenous button in my body. I squirmed beneath him as he positioned his body down on top of mine and pressed his hard dick against my heat.
Every time he touched me it felt like I was melting. Desire shattered all my senses and I had to fight the panic I felt when the thought crept into my mind that one day those rapturous feelings he gave me would inevitably come to an end. Gibson wanted me but fantasies only had ‘legs’ until they were acted out. I was certain he was acting out his and I pondered on how long until the novelty of having me around wore off.
Buzzing began to interrupt our hot-and-beginning-to-get-heavy session. Gibson broke the kiss. “Ignore it,” he mumbled as he began to make his way down my body, sprinkling sensual tender kisses and nips, sucking one breast then the other and then his cell stopped.
Reaching my belly, his fingers splayed as he took in the feel of my smooth skin and his tongue had just swept into my navel, my fingers tangling in his hair, when the buzzing began again and the hotel room phone began to ring.
“Fuck! This had better be good.” Gibson’s cell had rung twice without letting up and his head appeared out of the cover, his face registering dark feelings of annoyance that matched his aggressive movements when he reached for the phone. “Sorry about this.” Gibson swiped the smartphone and placed it to his ear, while I caught my breath.
“What the fuck is it? What’s so fucking urgent that you’re ringing me when I’ve texted you a DND and put a fucking tag on my door handle just in case you didn’t know that meant do NOT disturb me, Charlotte.”
Charlott
e started talking and Gibson’s body stiffened then suddenly he sat up, his urgent attention making my skin crawl with fear because I could see something was wrong. When his eyes flicked nervously to me for a split second his face softened, but I saw decisiveness right before he sprang out of the bed like it was on fire.
“Where? Which one? What the fuck? Did you ring Adam?”
Gibson was showing signs of stress, his arm muscles tensed as he paced the room, his fingers running back and forth through his hair. Then he held and squeezed his hard pectoral muscle before he began to rub it, as if soothing himself while he listened intensely to whatever Charlotte was telling him.
“Okay we’re moving. Cabin two. My two on the door twenty four seven until the situation stabilizes. Get the jet ready, we’re heading out today.” How absurd was it that he had something like that at his disposal? Hearing Gibson saying that about his plane made my eyes roll as I thought how crazy his life had become, but my main focus was that he seemed to be talking in code.
Worried eyes flicked over in my direction again as if Gibson suddenly remembered I was in the room with him. “I’m sorry about this.” A small smile tugged at the side of his lips, but it never changed the seriousness in his eyes. “Want to get in the shower, darlin’? We’re heading out in thirty.” The urgency in Gibson’s voice told me not to even ask what was happening, so I slid out of the bed and quickly complied with his request. Whatever was going on was so important Gibson had let it interrupt our intimate time together.
As I showered he pushed his way into the bathroom carrying a pair of my jeans and a sweater. “Here, put these on.” I looked around from the steamed up shower glass at the outfit as he laid them on the stool by the vanity unit.
Just as he was about to leave again, I stopped him. “Am I getting some panties and a bra, Gibson?”
Spinning around to face me as I stepped out of the shower, his wandering eyes perused the length of my body then met my enquiring gaze with a look of approval. “Put a bra and panties in my way Chloe, and I’ll rip those fuckers right off of you when we get to where we’re going. I don’t do interruptions at the best of times, so interrupting me when I’m about to slide inside you darlin’…well you can imagine how pissed off I’m feeling about that right now.” For the first time since Charlotte rang, I saw his face fully relax as he gave me his sexy roguish smile as his sparkling eyes still held some heat.
“So where is the fire, Gibson?” It was strange that we’d been extremely intimate with each other, yet I didn’t feel I knew him well enough to ask what Charlotte was talking about on the phone and Gibson didn’t volunteer what was going on either.
When Gibson’s suspicious eyes instantly narrowed, he reached over pulling me into a hug. The heave of his chest at his sharp intake of breath before he spoke told me he was suppressing his true feelings. “We’re just going to have a change of scenery. That’s all. Some crazy fan is on the prowl so I’ve made a decision to move us. Taking off together will give us a chance to get to know each other better and I don’t have to be at the gig until about six tonight.”
From his clipped tone while he’d been on the phone, Gibson became anxious as he listened to Charlotte briefing him during their call. It seemed as if fans were just another occupational hazard to a rock star like him. Pulling me tight to his chest, his large hand gently cradled my head close to him in a strong, protective hold and I could feel all my anxieties disperse instantly.
Gibson led me out of the bathroom and I was surprised to see two trendy looking females in our hotel room pulling all his stuff out of the closet and packing up all of our things. Drawing breath I was about to ask him what was going on when he gripped my upper arms and pushed me away to look down at me. Creases in the center of his brow gave away Gibson’s stressed feelings.
“Let’s get out of here. I want to be alone with you and it’s too damned crowded in here.”
One of the girls looked up at him, giving him the most salacious smile. There was a familiarity in it and Gibson scowled at her. Instantly their little exchange made my heart sink and I had the feeling that if I continued to be with him there were going to be many more such moments.
My mind was flooded with doubt that I would ever learn to cope with running into previous conquests of Gibson’s, then reminded myself what was going on between us was probably a very temporary arrangement anyway.
Weaving through hotel kitchens was becoming the norm with Gibson. One thing I was acutely aware of was that Gibson hadn’t let go of me for a second. His huge protective arm held my body close to his as we made our way through another hotel kitchen in transit to the car, then stepped back to make sure I was entering the SUV first, his guiding hand ensuring that I was supported to do so.
Gibson sat heavily on the leather seat and I heard the puffing sound it made as the air escaped. At the same time his arm slid along the back, his hand landing on my shoulder, giving me a small gentle squeeze in reassurance. “You okay, darlin’? It’s takes a bit of getting used to… sneaking around like this, huh?”
Nodding at him I was impressed at his intuitive words because I was feeling a little overwhelmed again. Since meeting Gibson again my life had gone from ‘shit’ to ‘it’ to coin a phrase Kace would have said. ‘It’ being everything and shit being… well my lowest point ever.
The previous year had been the darkest of my life so far, and to live this surreal experience with Gibson now was beyond my comprehension. I had been stuck in an abusive relationship with my long-time boyfriend Kace, when I received an unexpected inheritance that enabled me to run away. And now I found myself being carted around by the guy I fantasized about when I was eighteen. It was the most outlandish thing that could have ever happened to me.
Gibson Barclay, a small time musician in a band called M3rCy and a secret crush of mine became a mega star. By some weird twist of fate had accidently been given my phone number five years later by his best friend’s personal assistant.
Gibson had seemed to find comfort in a series of crazy little anonymous phone calls after his initial wrong number call, but when he clicked who I was, he arranged to meet me without me knowing, he knew who I was.
Strangest thing of all was that he had recognized it was me on the phone and I’d never spoken to him back then. Once, when Gibson had heard my favorite song from one of M3rCy’s albums playing in the background during our call, he asked me about it. I explained that I had once worked in a bar where M3rCy had played before they were famous.
From our conversation Gibson realized that I was the cleaner who kept walking in on him having sex with various groupies that hung around him at that time, and he then had the advantage of knowing he had been acquainted with me in the past.
Obviously Gibson didn’t disclose who he really was on the phone and if he had, we probably wouldn’t have continued with our phone relationship, but he didn’t tell me who he was and I had thought I was talking to some random wrong number who happened to sound a bit like him.
Gibson Barclay wasn’t someone I’d have been happy to associate with back then, because he was so openly promiscuous and made no excuses about his lifestyle and that shocked me. I had already seen enough—too much really—of how he treated women, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about him.
As a male specimen I had never seen anyone that was more perfect than Gibson. Stunningly, handsome to look at with his perfect tanned skin, sensual grey eyes and roguish grin, the physique of an athlete and the intensity of the way he looked at me when he made eye contact. His combination of looks and musical talent left me breathless. I just couldn’t stop staring at him. Since the first time I saw him, whenever he walked in the room he’d always made my heart stutter.
Gibson’s entertainment skills both on and off the stage were charismatic, charming and funny and his forthright approach to people made him many fans. Looking back, he was always successful since I’d first known of him.
Girls literally fell at his feet and g
uys were in awe of Gibson. When he was in a group, everyone was riveted by his stories and the way he filled the room captivating everyone with his magnetic presence. Definitely a leader, there was no dispute who was the alpha male when Gibson was there.
Then there was me. Plain ol’ Chloe that wasn’t unpleasant to look at but a little quiet, the only time Gibson had ever looked like he noticed me was when I caught him giving private performances to his lady friends all over the place.
Once I had thought about it with my history of Kace and my experience of being around Gibson in the past it didn’t give me confidence that I would be around him for long. So I think I was trying to mentally prepare myself that soon I’d be going back to my quiet life, and wondered how I’d cope with yet another layer of grief—this time, at the loss of someone that made me feel happier than I had in a long time.
“Come on, share. What’s on your mind, Chloe?” Turning to face Gibson, I saw the serious dark look on his face as his brows creased and realized I’d obviously let my mind wander.
My confidence about my ability to keep someone like Gibson interested, already low, was waning further.
I didn’t have the skills to know where to start with someone that had probably tried every position in the Kama Sutra and invented some new ones of his own.
“Just wondering what it will be like when I go home…you know…how I’ll deal with everything; the media, Kace, where I’ll go, what to do… boring stuff like that.”
Gibson’s brows frowned more and his questioning eyes narrowed. “You want to go home? Aren’t you happy here with me?” I felt a pang at his question but I had to focus on my likely reality.
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