Chapter Six
Getting Close
Gibson
Chuckling heartily, I smacked her ass sharply, pushed myself off the floor, and stood up. The loud crack from my hard palm on her firm soft skin echoed through the bedroom. Chloe’s mouth formed a silent O in shock but she was still trying to come back down after I’d made her come hard.
“That was a neat little warm up gig, darlin’. Are you ready for the headliner?” I joked, smiled wickedly, and reached for my belt buckle. Chloe moaned and closed her legs and I immediately stopped what I was doing. “No, I want to see your pussy. Put your feet together and draw them up to your ass then let them relax.” I snapped, firmly. Immediately, her lust drunk eyes darkened as she complied with my demand.
Despite her history Chloe loved when I controlled her in the sack. I wasn’t an easy lay in that I didn’t just lie there and let her ride me, I was pretty athletic in bed and she’d learned to cope with my firm handling and stamina. I knew what she needed instinctively. As soon as Chloe gave her trust in me she relaxed into our sexual relationship.
To look at her I’d never have thought she was the kind of girl who liked having her hair pulled or her throat squeezed when I fucked her, but she did. The first time I wrapped my hand around her throat she grabbed it, clawing it away with both hands. I felt like shit because I’d just got lost in the moment and hadn’t considered her history.
Afterward we talked about it but she was insistent she had to get over it because I liked it, and she wasn’t allowing the guy who had shattered her faith in men to win. Gradually, she gave me all of her trust and since then we’d never looked back.
As soon as I spoke Chloe’s huge brown eyes snapped to look at mine to give me her full attention as she followed my strict instruction. My eyes perused her beautiful endless curves as she lay there buck naked with her legs spread wide at the knee like the wings of a beautiful butterfly.
The low sound of rustling material and metal broke the silence as I shed my belt and shoved my jeans roughly down my legs. Chloe watched intently and my dick grew thicker when I saw her eyes concentrated on me. Shoving them over my hips I felt the ache as my heavy balls dropped between my legs and my thick solid cock sprang directly toward her like some kind of homing device. It pointed straight at her entrance as my eyes became riveted to the glistening wet inner lips of her pussy.
Every nerve in my body urged me to fuck her dirty. I wanted that more than anything, but it wasn’t about taking pleasure it was about giving it; it was about worshiping her body because Chloe deserved to know that no child could replace what she was to me.
Without taking my eyes from her petals of sensitive skin between her legs I toed one shoe off and then the other pulling each foot free of my jeans as I did so. Once I was naked I tilted forward on the bed and couldn’t help placing my mouth and tongue between her legs again. From the very first moment I had tasted Chloe I knew I never wanted to put my mouth on another woman again.
Whenever she let me between her thighs I became lost in the effect of what the woman did to me. Her smell, taste, the feel of her soft velvety creases, how she moaned softly and screamed in delight, but most of all the look she gave me when she came. She was my perfect match.
Pure but not, experienced but not, a whore in bed, but only for me. Chloe was exactly what my life had been missing. I knew it the first time she slid down my dick.
Arching her back, Chloe pushed her pussy into my face as her hips began to gyrate with need, half of me wanted her to come on my tongue but my dick dripped with precum and the ache in my balls couldn’t be ignored. In several quick moves I’d taken her calves in my palms and rotated her legs up to her chest. Chloe breathed hard and fast, unable to hide the anticipation of what I had been about to do. Her head rolled to the side.
“Look at me,” I commanded as I grabbed my stiff dick in my hand and dragged the wet tip down her slit. “What do you want, Chloe?” I goaded.
“You,” she whispered.
“How do you want me?”
“However you want to take me,” she murmured as I stared with intent.
“Fast or slow, darlin’, what’s your desire?”
“You’re my desire, Gibson. Don’t overthink it just give it to me.”
I chuckled because her response was cheesy and was rewarded with a pretty little smile. My hand left my dick as both grabbed her tits and squeezed them tight. A soft gasp left Chloe’s mouth as her head tilted and sunk deeper into the mattress. The breaths we shared became hot, shallow, and fast in anticipation.
She was my dream vision in my sexual fantasies and I loved watching her like that. Every fiber in her body was at work as it vibrated in anticipation. I quickly put one nipple in my mouth and rolled my tongue around the pebbled hard bud. A gasp tore from her lips when I slowly nibbled on one.
I knew every square inch of her body and how she’d react depending on where my hands, tongue, mouth or cock touched her. Chloe was like the finest tuned guitar and responded fluidly to whichever direction I desired to rain pleasure on her.
When she was ready to take me in her legs widened, left their position and wrapped tightly around my waist before she angled herself to make contact with my dick. I felt her ankles lock the pressure from her heels as she pulled me closer. As soon as her nails dug into my back my cock jumped in protest and I dropped to my elbows at each side of her head.
“What do you want, Mrs. Barclay. Say it. Talk dirty to me,” I said with a grin and felt I was pushing my luck considering the news she’d just been given.
“I want you inside me,” she said in a serious tone.
“My fingers, my tongue? What do you want?” I asked teasing my wet tip back and forth as she arched her ass up toward me in her pathetic attempt to take me in.
“Please slide your thick hard cock inside me. I want to feel you close.” My forehead dropped to hers.
“You’re the love of my life, darlin’,” I whispered seductively as I stopped at the lips of her pussy and began to glide inside. Chloe’s breath hitched as did mine at the heady sensation of our bodies joining. The pressure from all sides squeezed my dick tight and for a second it was almost enough to make me come. I stilled letting my wife catch her breath then I drew back a little and slid deep again to allow her time to adjust.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I muttered as my mouth found her neck and I sucked on her skin. A rash of goosebumps spread at the sensation as Chloe’s ass began to undulate underneath mine.
“Is this enough? Is this all you want?” I goaded, anticipating how swiftly she became frustrated at the pace I was moving into her.
“No, I want more,” she said in a desperate tone her teeth nibbling into my shoulder.
“I’m not convinced darlin’. You’re gonna have to persuade me that what I’m giving you isn’t all you need.”
Suddenly she scored her nails down my back and dug them into my ass her pussy grinding on my pubic bone. My reaction was purely carnal. Sliding my hands between her and the mattress I held her tightly as I rolled myself onto my back. Chloe’s eyes darkened with lust as she swept her hair to the side and dropped her head to suck on my neck. “Fuck. How hard do you want it?” I asked in a low voice full of intent.
“All that you have,” she whispered like some kind of challenge.
“Oh, darlin’, don’t tempt me, I’d fuck this pussy raw in a heartbeat tonight to show you how much I need you.”
“Don’t you think that’s just what I need?” she whispered as she sat up straight taking me balls deep inside. Placing her hands on my chest she began to ride me at a pace I’d rarely seen. Completely taking charge like she was laying claim to my body. She should have known she didn’t have to do that, I was already hers.
At that second her desperation came through and I felt the vulnerability she’d tried so hard to hide during our conversation. I knew immediately if I didn’t give her my all right then and there it would have left her with doubts she’d
have harbored forever regarding her place now that we knew Melody existed.
Grabbing her possessively by the hips I spread my legs for greater traction and dug my heels into the mattress then fucked her from below like some demon who was possessed. Chloe’s high-pitched scream filled the room in less than a minute as her orgasm crushed my dick tight, deep inside her pussy. My hand left her hip and gripped her neck pulling her mouth to mine as I silenced her cries of ecstasy.
Feeling her body tremble in mine, I folded my arms across her back to make her feel safe while she rode herself back from the edge. Less than a minute later I did it again, and a third time until she begged me to stop, seconds later I let myself go slamming into her hard and allowing a low grunt to fall from my throat as I spurted my seed deep inside her. Chloe’s fingertips traced my eyes, nose and along my sweating hairline before they traced my lips tenderly.
“I love you with all of my heart, Gibson Barclay,” she whispered and placed her soft lips firmly against mine.
“You are my heart, darlin’, don’t ever forget that. No matter what’s going on, who’s there or where my attention has to be. Up in here where no one can see, you’re right there in front of me.” I replied tapping my temple. Chloe smiled and dropped her head to my chest, my hand immediately cradling it and teasing her hair. “We’ll get through this, darlin’, and be stronger for it—just like we have everything else,” I said in reassurance.
Chloe slid off me and grabbed the box of tissues from the nightstand. Normally, we did a better job of cleaning up, but that night she wiped us both down quickly and laid back beside me as if she never wanted to leave my bed. As for my own thoughts—I was glad about that because it was an indication she’d stick with me come what may. Scooping her into my side I smiled into her neck then kissed it softly before inhaling her scent one last time and closed my eyes. “Chloe?”
“Hmm?” she muttered sleepily.
“You’re the very best of me,” I told her.
“Yeah?”
“You are. You’re the only person who’s ever got me…I mean really got me. I don’t care what shit comes our way, you’re gonna have a fucking hard time getting rid of me, you got me?”
“Go to sleep, Gibson. I’m not going anywhere either…except maybe the spare room if you don’t let me sleep. I’m exhausted and sore…and that’s your fault…or maybe mine. I did ask for it, didn’t I?” she rambled a little then chuckled. I snickered and kissed her hair, smoothed it down then held her tightly before I drifted off to sleep.
Waking to the smell of fresh perfumed body wash wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Especially when the smell was on Chloe. I cracked an eye open in time to see her silent and naked form moving around the room. A slow smile spread on my lips at the vision before me.
“Now you gotta come back to bed. My wood is straining under this sheet. You can’t run around naked before me and expect me to roll over and forget what I’ve seen.”
Chloe turned to look at me and smirked as she sexily towel dried her hair and reached into her lingerie drawer for a thong. Even though I’d seen her body a thousand times my dick still twitched whenever I saw her naked. I noted her hair was half way down her back and had grown lately before an image formed in my mind of me holding her silky mane in my fist as I fucked her from behind. It did nothing to tamp my aching balls between my legs.
“Tell me, does the head on your shoulders ever win first thing in the morning or does that cock of yours control all of your waking thoughts?”
I chuckled at her remark and figured she was going to be okay after the news I brought about Melody. My heart felt lighter knowing we’d survive and deal with the implications of me having a daughter, together.
“C’mere. Don’t make me beg,” I said and patted the bed. My arms ached to hold her.
Stepping into the thong she teased it up her legs real slow, pulling it into place. Her hair fell forward and she looked the epitome of sexy when she stood and flicked it back over her shoulders. Her pert tits jiggled and settled on her amazing rack before she wandered over and sat down slowly beside me. I caught her off guard by gripping her roughly and swept her underneath me. We tangled in the sheet when I hovered above her but I didn’t care.
“Are you teasing me?” I asked with a grin.
“Only getting ready for the day,” she replied smiling up at me. Her wide grin looked anything but innocent despite her words.
“Then don’t get ready, come back to bed.”
“Piper?” she questioned.
My shoulders sagged a little as a deep sigh left my chest. “Shit. Yeah. Alright, I’ll get dressed and come down.” I offered because I knew Chloe was right we needed to think of Piper first. I relaxed my hold and rolled onto my back. “Damn, if she’s gonna be a cock blocker we need to send her to college. Somewhere she can only come home when they’re on breaks.”
Chloe chuckled, “Yeah and what happens if there’s loads of boys at college? Boys like you were, Gibson. You still think that’s a good idea?”
My eyes widened because the last thing we needed in our lives at that point in time was a pregnant teen. “Fuck. Don’t make this any harder than it is already, I’ll have to send Jonny to live with her if there are.” Chloe grinned and placed her hand behind my neck pulling my head down toward her. Giving me a slow kiss she pushed me back bit her lip like whatever she was going to say next wasn’t easy.
“Let me go. Get showered and I’ll make us some pancakes. We’ve got a daughter here we need to take care of. No doubt she’s feeling very lost so we need to put our own needs aside for a bit to make sure she feels in control of her life. Can you help me do that for her, honey?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be down in ten,” I said as she moved off the bed, pulled on a sundress and headed for the bedroom door. “but I may need to rub one out before I get down there otherwise the sweat-pant option won’t be an option after all,” I said. I was expecting a comment about me being crude but Chloe just rolled her eyes like I was a petulant child, bit her lip, and shook her head as she walked out the door.
“Food will be ready in twenty minutes, Gibson.” Stepping out of the bedroom she closed the door quietly and I stared at the ceiling wondering what the fuck I did right to deserve her.
Chapter Seven
Determined
Chloe
When I wandered into the kitchen I realized Piper must have been still in her room. I was glad for the few moments of solitude that offered me as I began to prepare pancakes and grill some bacon. My mind drifted over the previous night’s conversation and although my chest tightened when I thought of what I’d learned, I knew I had to be supportive to my husband no matter how shocking his news was to me.
Life had thrown another curve ball at us and once I’d had a night to sleep on it I was determined to face it head on. Gibson wasn’t perfect, I knew that when I fell in love with him. Maybe if we hadn’t been through all the shit of trying to have a child of our own, I may have reacted differently to his news about Melody.
Even then, I’d like to think I was stronger than that. Not that I’d always been strong. In another life, I had been with a man I’d considered ‘the one, but after the way he treated me I realized what a lucky escape I’d had.
For a long time before Gibson was in my life I’d hated who I’d become. Being with Kace had made me weak and stripped me of every shred of self esteem I had back then. That was until a few twists of fate led me to the second chance meeting and into arms of a rock star, Gibson Barclay of all people.
It wasn’t my first experience of Gibson, who as a wannabe had a girl on each arm, and his tongue down another on more than one occasion when I’d seen him in the past, but the man I married was nothing like the boy he once was and I thanked God every day that he chose me to be with.
Since then I’d been through dark times and despite that his love and support had been unwavering. My incredible, beautiful, talented man not only became my best friend, my lover an
d my protector. He was also my rock…my everything.
If I was being honest with myself I knew the press would have a field day with Gibson’s news, and the bigger picture to that would be the dirt they would dig and share with the world that as his wife I wasn’t able to give him a child to make our family complete. No matter what I had to come I knew I’d have to be strong.
A complex array of emotions swept over me with that thought. Shame, sadness, sorrow, grief, and a feeling I thought I had long since became resigned to—my sense of loss. The blame lay squarely with me but Gibson had never viewed it that way and after many heart-to-heart conversations he finally convinced me I meant more to him than bringing up a child that wasn’t his and mine. A feeling of irony struck me because that was exactly the position we had found ourselves in with Melody.
Continuing on autopilot with breakfast I was unaware as Piper walked into the kitchen until I caught her in my peripheral vision. I jumped, startled by her sudden presence. “Shit,” I cussed as the pancake mixture slopped over the jug.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Piper said with her hand placed over her chest. Her wide eyes looked pained as if she’d done something wrong.
I gave her a soft laugh, “No, honey, it’s not your fault I was miles away,” I replied as I wiped the spilt slop from the countertop with some kitchen towel.
“Smells amazing,” she said, and rubbed her stomach like it ached.
“My wife always smells amazing,” Gibson said, as he swept into the kitchen and grabbed my waist. He kissed me on the neck, sending shivers down my spine before he abruptly let me go and turned to Piper.
“Alright, Piper, let’s talk turkey, sweetheart,” he said, grabbing her hand as he pulled her toward the kitchen table. Dragging a chair out for her he nodded, “Sit, today’s the first day of the rest of your life. I just want to give you a little pep talk before we move forward. You down for that?”
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