Swallowing hard, I was a little overwhelmed to have her where I could finally do some of the things I’d been desperate to do with her– to her, but for some reason I was treating her like she was too fragile.
I’ll admit I hesitated and looked up at her again; she was staring down at me and looking so vulnerable and nervous, looking both petrified and excited and I knew that whatever else I did I had to make this right for her. Show her just how special I regarded her.
With that thought there was this sudden pressure I’d never felt having sex. Handling her like she was this priceless, rare, fragile possession, but wanting to convey the confidence of a man who knew how to treat her well.
Already I was missing Chloe and I hadn’t touched her yet. I knew that she’d be gone soon and thought that if this was a one- time thing maybe it would be better never to have known what she felt like, what she tasted like.
Fleeting thoughts went through my mind of how many girls might have felt like that about me? How many girls had I hurt, behaving like I did back in my ‘horny boy phase?’
Shaking the thought off, I focused on the beautiful gift in front of me and I was lost. Convincing myself this was only the beginning for us, I dipped my head between her legs and applied a gentle pressure on her ass as I drew her towards me to drink from her.
Smelling her scent was intoxicating and I drew my tongue up her seam lightly just the once. Chloe gasped in reaction to the sensation she felt when I licked her pussy for the first time. My tongue was coated with her juices and I pulled back slightly to stare up at her, gauging the expression on her face. How I never threw her on the bed and fucked her brains out when I tasted her, I’ll never know.
Lips slightly parted, neck extended to the side, her hair flopping over her shoulder, Chloe looked like a rag doll for that split second, then her head rolled forward and we had this intense moment where our eyes locked and I worked a swallow at how amazing she was in my arms.
Passion took over and I moved in on her again, giving her languishingly slow licks, soft and hard sucks, nibbling and flicking her clit. Chloe moaned softly and murmured, “Oh God, Gibson,” in a husky low murmur. Exploring her with my mouth, I sucked her clit in quick and slow pulsing motions and continued teasing her until I felt that slight tremor a woman’s body does right before she comes.
I swear I could feel her pussy clench on my tongue as she started to come. When she did, Chloe’s insides bore down so hard that when I stuck my tongue inside her I could feel the pressure from the intensity of her climax as she came all around it.
Chloe’s reaction was to clamp her legs on my head and try to push me away, but I growled long and loud and hung on like a leech. No way was I missing a drop of her juices and I wasn’t nearly done tasting her.
When Chloe screamed, “Oh, Gibson,” and when I heard my name on her lips like that, I felt everything I never knew I could when the person that said it meant so much, and my heart swelled. Eventually, when her climax ebbed, I stood up, securing her back in my arms, turned us around and gently laid her flat on the bed.
Watching her chest rise and fall, still heaving from the pleasure I had given her, was incredible. Chloe smiled lazily at me and I felt my lips curl up in a satisfied smile. I finally had her here with me and we seemed to be on the same wavelength. Crawling alongside her, I leaned over to take her jaw in my hand and poured all the tenderness I was feeling about her into our warm wet smoldering kiss.
I wanted her to enjoy the taste of herself on my lips and I needed to enjoy the taste of her on her lips as well. Feeling like I wanted to keep her there forever, I wrapped my other arm around her head and held her tightly in place beside me. When I did, a strong emotional wave washed over me. Most definitely a feeling of emotional well- being, which was completely different to anything I’d had with any other girl before.
Breaking the kiss, Chloe began to shuffle down until her head was at my hips. Tugging her hair slightly for her attention, I shook my head. “You don’t have to do anything, Chloe. If you do it is because you want to do it, not because you feel you should or it’s what I expect of you, okay?”
A part of me was contented with what she allowed me to do. Another part of me was dreading the pain in my dick if she accepted my statement and didn’t want to do any more.
Small, delicate, trembling fingers wrapped around my dick and she briefly glanced up to me to gauge how I was reacting before she closed her hand around my shaft. The sensation I felt when she held me like that, the intimacy, was something I still find hard to describe in words. I was a guy who had had sex with hundreds, if not thousands of girls and I had almost creamed myself at her touch.
Crouching on her knees, her butt at her heels, she bent down and kissed the head of my dick. “Fuck.” The word fell out of my mouth and my dick wanted to ride hers. She took a moment from her initial reaction to taking me into her mouth and I growled loudly with pleasure. It was fucking incredible.
I found myself gasping and between the both of us the noises were an amazing aphrodisiac in itself, but I couldn’t stay still and was raising my hips, my dick sliding further and further into her mouth as I tried to lose control and ride it.
Who would have thought this kinda quiet girl could give head the way she did? She was working with my body so well, I became much more vocal than normal. “Oh damn.” Shifting up onto my elbows to watch, I was so fucking mesmerized by what she was doing to me. “Mmm, fuck yeah, like that…damn.”
Chloe’s stimulation had me so turned on, I wanted to taste her again as well as her blowing me so I positioned her sixty-nine style with her hips over my face so that my mouth could work on her as well. Within a couple of minutes she was gone, grinding in my face, moaning around my dick, and the urge to be inside her overtook any pleasure I’d been getting with her mouth.
I had to be sure she was signing up for this because I knew that once I got started she was going to have to commit to what I was going to do to her. Sure I’d try to be tender, but I feared my inner animal would be unleashed purely because she’d been my fantasy girl for so long.
Repositioning myself to place her on her back again I stared at her intensely, her staring back at me. When she still looked relaxed I shook my head not quite believing we had actually arrived at us finally committing to exploring the feelings we had about each other.
Bending down between her thighs again, I licked her a few times to make sure she was wet enough to receive me, then cupped my palm over her pussy possessively and stared at her, fascinated that she was so receptive when she was relaxed.
Chloe’s eyes were gone. Drunk and filled with lust and a wanton look on her face, she was ready for me. “Chloe, holding you here…in the palm of my hand… it feels right. More right than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. Do you want me inside, Chloe?” Several expressions flitted over her face, fear, nervousness and she looked worried and swallowed hard, so I kissed her again to give her time to decide what came next.
“Yes I do.” She murmured around my lips in a breathy half whisper.
Breaking the kiss, I rolled away from her and hoped that Johnny had left some condoms in the nightstand. Thankful and relieved when I saw that he had, because the last thing I wanted to do was assume that she’d have unprotected sex with me.
Chloe’s reaction was fierce as she struggled to sit up. “How did you…?” She shuffled to the end of the bed, became extremely pissed and started to pull her bathing suit on again.
“Wait, Chloe. Fuck. No. It isn’t what you think.” Tears were rolling down her cheek as she pulled the bikini bottoms up over her ass and I was watching all our efforts at being together going to shit.
“No? You get me alone on a fucking boat, ply me with alcohol then take me to a cabin to seduce m -- and ohhhhhh you are so fucking good at that. Then you reach over to a drawer on a boat you’ve never been on, because this is supposed to be a spontaneous gesture, and there just happens to be a box of condoms in the drawer?”
Beginning to put her tank top on and flicking her hair back, she gave me a solid stare and that disgusted sneer that was locked in my mind from way back. “What? So that makes everything okay? You use protection?”
Chloe felt it was all planned, but it was just something that Johnny did. He’s convinced I’d die of syphilis or some other venereal disease, so I reasoned that it was Johnny’s way of protecting me, but she was livid and continued to pull her tank over her breasts, getting the wrong idea about that as well. Like I thought I should be applauded for wrapping my dick up before it got wet or that I might have caught something from her.
Slowly, I tried to reach out to take her by the arm. I had wanted to explain about the condoms but she flinched like she was seconds from being beaten. What the hell did she think I was? I was shocked and feeling completely misunderstood by her reaction. She was behaving like she was bipolar, upbeat one minute and freaking out or depressed the next.
“What the fuck? Will you stop doing that? The last thing I ever want to do is to hurt you. What the fuck has you doing that? You think I’ve ever had to take a girl by force? You think because I play in a rock band I don’t know how to be tender? For fuck sake Chloe, have I given you any cause to feel that?”
For second time in as many hours, Chloe had responded like I was someone to be afraid of. In fact it pissed me off so badly I called her on that because nothing I had done would have suggested I’d ever be anything but gentle with her.
When she started crying again , I got frustrated and knocked a bucket of ice I’d taken in with us to chill the champagne I’d taken in there, but hadn’t because my attention was on her.
Who knows we could have gotten t a little kinky with the ice as well, but I ended up using it to vent on, knocking it off the table and fuck if she hadn’t flinched again and cried all the more.
Cutting quite a pathetic picture, Chloe crouched down beside the bed and continued to cry without making a sound. That was when it dawned on me. All the full-on-full-off behavior-- Chloe had been subjected to some kind of abuse.
I found myself placating her and pointed to the bed before sitting on it. I was trying to be careful not to rock her fragile state any further, telling her that I would never harm her, that I was definitely not the kind of guy who found it cool to hit women. Reaching over, I picked up my swimmers and shucked myself into them before kneeling down a couple of feet in front of her.
Again, I tried to reassure her about me, then asked if I could hug her. All the while I was watching her, it became more apparent she’d been hurt badly by someone and that thought made me so fucking mad, but I had to contain it or else I’d frighten her again.
When Chloe didn’t answer me, I figured she was in shock because she was staring blankly at me and shivering, so I bunched the comforter in my fist and dragged it off the bed, wrapping it around her.
Pulling her gently against my chest on the floor, I began to rock her, speaking in a low even tone in my effort to soothe her. I told her I’d take care of her now and not to worry about anything.
We sat in silence, perhaps because I was so pissed; anything I had to say would have been unhelpful. My legs and back began to ache from the position we were in on the floor. “Darlin’, I’m just going to move you and cover you up you’re cold.” Once I had warned her of my intention, I moved slowly to my feet and helped her onto her feet, then lay her the bed.
Chloe was completely passive when I moved her but she lay as stiff as a board on the bed, before she curled up suddenly into a ball on the edge.
Desperate to protect her, I climbed on the bed and lay behind her, hugging her firmly, but not intimately. By the time I did this, I was shivering as well. The air conditioning in the cabin had made the air in the room cold, so I covered the both of us with the comforter and draped my arm over the comforter.
CHAPTER 34 – RECLAIMING
Gibson
“Tell me. Who the fuck did this to you?” I needed to know because I wanted to kill the bastard who took my sweet girl’s smile and her sunny disposition. I may never have spoken to her but she always had a smile on her lips then.
“You weren’t the only one watching back then, Chloe. You were definitely in my sights, but I’d never have come after you. I’m glad you were with someone then because I didn’t deserve to know you at that time and I’d have ruined trying to get to know you now.”
I wanted her to know that I wasn’t spinning her one of my famous chat up lines and that I really had noticed her and she wasn’t the only one with images in her head from our time at Beltz Bar. Although, all the images I had of her were mostly appropriate ones.
She surprised me by turning to face me, flatly saying, “Kace.” Pulling my head away from her to look at her, I waited for some recognition to kick in— did I know him? I was sure I didn’t. “Who’s he?” For the following hour she told me about her life since I’d last seen her and it left me feeling sick.
By the time she was done I made a mental note to speak to Johnny I wanted the fucker found and dealt with, but in a clever way. She was mine now and I was going to make sure that Kace stayed out of the picture.
When she mentioned Ruby, my heart sank because I still wasn’t sure about her. I couldn’t exactly ask her if I had fucked her but I was going to have to have Lennox do that for me, because she made me feel uncomfortable.
Also, if I had then it would suck to have to come clean to Chloe that her friend had been with me and not told her. Right at that moment, that was immaterial. My task was to make Chloe feel safe with me. So I stored it at the back of my mind to address at a later date.
“I got you, darlin’. Trust me, no one is ever going to harm you while I’m around. That bastard is a poor excuse for a man. Where is he now?” Chloe shook her head, then lowered it so that I couldn’t see her face, so I just held her close to me again and we both fell asleep.
Darkness bathed the room when I woke to the feel of Chloe pulling away from me. My hold around her waist immediately tightened and I was fully alert.
I would have liked to have laid there in the dark holding her, but I felt I should say something. “Hey. How are you feeling? I guess we both passed out.”
Sitting up, for me to see her, she faced me and I heard her swallow audibly. Chloe was sitting in the perfect position for me to see her by the light of the moon. She was sitting back on her heels on the bed facing me. Bright moonlight illuminated her small frame, but everything around her was dark.
Speaking softly, she apologized for her behavior around me, but I didn’t want to hear it. None of how she had been behaving was her fault. She was ashamed and blamed herself for some of her situation and I think that made me more pissed that she seemed to make excuses for how he got to the point of hitting her. He had done a real number on her. Chloe had become a victim in what sounded like a slowly progressive situation that took her self-worth.
It was my turn to apologize because had I known what she had been through, there is no way I’d have taken a chance to get her in front of me the way I had. I’d have done things very differently had I known all this then. I couldn’t conclude our conversation without asking her to give me a chance to know me.
“Why?” Chloe’s voice was small in the room, and the lull of the engine almost swallowed it up.
“What do you mean?” Why couldn’t she get that I thought she was amazing?
“Why me? What did I do that you are so fixated on me? Do you see me as a challenge?”
“Fuck no. I never saw you in that way. Besides, I wasn’t into challenges when there was so much pussy it didn’t matter if
someone wasn’t into me. Hell if they weren’t, I never noticed anyway.” I looked sheepishly at my raw reaction and the way I’d explained it but I am what I am, so trying to dress it up would have given her less cause to trust me.
“Chloe, I noticed you because you weren’t the same. All those other girls in the room were. Dressed similar, pretty and flirty in the most obvious of ways.” I could see immediately she thought I thought she was plain.
“You weren’t pretty, Chloe. You were like a fucking distress flare in comparison to all of those girls. Completely unassuming, completely unaware of how you drew my eye and kept it on you. Those little tank tops you wore to work drove me wild. Without doing anything you had my attention.”
Chloe leaned forward and kissed my closed mouth. I was scared to touch her because even in the dark I could see she was trying to find a way back to a better emotional place than she had been for the past couple of hours apart from when she was asleep.
“Should we be getting back to the others?” When she asked that question my heart sank. It cemented the fact we were running out of time and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
“Do you want to go back and find them?” The thought of her slipping away from me gave me such a feeling of dread. Inside I was screaming to hold her again. My body physically ached to keep her beside me, but I was trying to resign myself that our time alone was probably over.
Convincing myself I had to do whatever she needed because her past dictated that patience from me, I mentally prepared for us to leave when Chloe answered.
“No.”
Damn, she was so fucking frustrating with those one word answers.
“No?” It was my turn to ask her to express herself without pushing her in either direction, so I just mirrored her answer.
Chloe cleared her throat and sat upright, her body looking more confident with her new posture.
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