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We reached the top of stairs and I was expecting Gerard to put me down. Instead he continued down the hall following the bellboy with our bags. The young kid looked back at us and snickered. Once he had opened the door and sat our bags down Gerard spoke. “Reach in my pocket there’s a twenty in there.” He told me. Damn, was the guy ever gonna put me down? Not that I minded in the least bit.
I reached into his shirt pocket and sure enough there was a crumpled twenty, which I took and handed to the smiling bellboy.
“Thanks, uh, dude love your music.” He said to Gerard.
“Thank, man.” Gerard answered. “Get the door for us?”
The kid laughed. “Sure, want me to put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door?”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Gerard said smiling.
The kid backed out of the room smiling. Once the door slammed shut Gerard turned and strode quickly across the room. “Laura, I know I said this was your movie night but fuck, I want you now.” He tossed me on the bed and stood looking down at me. He was waiting for me to answer.
I smiled up at him. In my best Southern drawl I answered, “Well sir, whatever are you waiting for?’ I ran my tongue over my lips lightly. “Ravish me.”
Wow, I’d never seen him move so fast. He was on the bed and fumbling with my jeans in seconds. Once they were removed he pulled my hoodie off and then the bra. “Shit, you are so fucking beautiful.” He said sitting back and looking down at me.
I actually felt shy as his eyes ran up and down my body. “No, I’m not really.” I said softly.
He looked surprised, “Yeah Laura you are.” His hands moved to touch me gently. Running lightly across my breasts. “Fuck this is hard,” he muttered.
I looked at him questioningly, “What?”
He took a deep breath, “I’m trying to be a gentleman. Trying to go slow and not just fucking plunge into you like I want.”
Oh hell, his words made we wet. Fuck it I told him, “Gerard, hearing you say that well, reach down and touch me. Feel what you can do to me with just your voice.”
His hand reached down and gently stroked the soft curls now wet and oh so hot. He smiled. “Oh”
“Yeah, oh. Damn it, fuck gentleman. I want you inside me.” I said in a very husky passion filled voice.
I watched as he shed his clothes, moved back to the bed and lowered his body over mind. I closed my eyes waiting for the moment I could feel him inside me.
“Open you eyes, Laura” he said softly. “I want to see the look in your eyes when I enter you.”
I did and I stared into the depths of the beautiful hazel eyes staring at me. My breathing was ragged, “Please” I said. I needed to feel him. My body was screaming for his.
He positioned the satiny tip of his penis but still do not plunge further. I wanted to push my hips up to force him in but kept myself from doing it. I didn’t understand what he was waiting for. “Gerard?”
He had been staring with blinking. Now he blinked and his eyes focused. “Say you want me. Make me believe it’s true.”
I shook my head, “It is true. How can you not understand?” I lifted my hand to stroke his cheek, “I want you, Gerard.”
He closed his eyes, threw back his head and plunged into me with abandon. Once he was totally inside he lowed his body so that he was laying on me. “Am I crushing you?” he whispered.
His body was heavy on mine but in no way was he crushing me. “No” I whispered back. “This feels good.” And it did. His body covering mine while he was inside me. We were connected.
His open lips were on my neck. Not biting, not kissing just open. His breath was hot. “I wish I could offer you so much more.” He said in a voice so low I had to strain to hear him.
“I understand you are offering me what you can.” I said softly.
“I wish we had met years ago. Before.” He said
“Before what?” I asked while stroking his hair. “Before what, Gerard?”
He shook his head, “Before it happened,” He ground out. Suddenly he lifted himself up on his arms and looked down at me. “Don’t.” he said angrily.
I locked eyes with him. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t try to fucking figure out what’s wrong with me. Even if you could you wouldn’t like the ugliness you would find.”
Once again he had let me get too close and I knew he would now pull away. I also knew that he would pull away because he truly cared about me. He would try to push me away to keep me from whatever darkness consumed him. Before he could say something to push me away I spoke.
“So are you gonna fuck me or what?” It was a challenge. A challenge to push his mind in another direction.
He looked shocked for just a moment then his eyes narrowed. “Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you.”
He pulled out of me only to thrust back in deeply. I cried out not in pain but in ecstasy. He stilled a moment watching my face. Why was he always so afraid he would hurt me? I bucked my hips up to meet his. “Why Mr. Way, I do believe you have stopped. Sugar, did you forget what ya all was doin’?” My accent made him smile slightly.
“No sugar I didn’t forget.” He ground out as he began pumping away. His thrusts were long and hard. I could feel my muscles tightening, getting ready for release.
He threw back his head, “Fuck you feel so good. But I want to see if you taste as good as you feel.” He pulled completely out of me and slid down the bed.
I cried out. I had been so close. I pulled the pillow from the other side of the bed over to me and put it under my head. He saw what I was doing and smiled. I had lifted my head on the pillows so I could watch the assault his tongue was making on my clit.
He glanced over and saw the third pillow. “Hand it to me.” He said momentarily stopping. I followed his gaze to the pillow. I reached for it and pushed it down the bed. He grabbed it, snaked his hand under my ass and lifted me placing the pillow under me. Now my hips were raised, my legs completely spread and he was looking up at me. “You taste as good as you feel.”
I shuddered. He licked his lips then dipped his head to begin licking and tasting me. His tongue ran a path through my curls then up and down my slit. I cried out as his tongue penetrated me with a quick jab. He reached up, spread me apart with his fingers and pushed his tongue in as far as it could go. My hips came up off the pillow.
“No, Laura. Don’t fucking move your ass off that pillow.” His voice was demanding.
“You’re fucking driving me insane.” I cried.
He smiled, “Yeah, that’s what I intend to do.” Once move his tongue plunged into me. It felt wonderful but wasn’t enough. He sensed this and began to flick at my swollen bud while his finger pushed into me. My hips once again bucked.
“Laura, don’t make me tell you again. Don’t move your fucking hips.”
“You’re tormenting me.” I whimpered.
“Yeah, and your fucking loving it, aren’t you?” He sneered.
“Fuck, me Gerard. I can’t take much more.” I couldn’t catch my breath. My heart was racing.
He put one hand on my pelvis to hold me down. “Reach up and grab the headboard’ he demanded. I did just as he took his other hand and inserted two fingers to the knuckle. Fucking hell he hit the spot. My whole body withered. When the feeling began to lessen I opened my eyes and saw that he was kneeling between my legs stroking himself. His eyes bore into mine. He was so hard, so fucking ready.
“Cum on me.” I said. I reached down and spread my own lips, opening myself to him. “Cum on me, Gerard.”
A few more strokes and his hot cum shot all over me. I took my fingers and rubbed it into my clit. I hadn’t meant to but I knew I could cum again.
“That’s right, Laura. Cum.” He said watching me. “Cum again.”
I did, fucking hell, I came again. When I opened my eyes I saw him get up and walk to the bathroom. Shit, so much for the afterglow. I tried not to be hurt that he had left so quickly. I was shocked when he walked back from the bathroom with two towels. One was wet the other dry. He leaned over me and began washing his cum from my skin. He then used the other towel to dry me.
He threw the towels down and pulled down the covers down from his side of the bed. In one swift move he had me on that side and was pulling the covers up over me. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Sleep”
“Aren’t’ you gonna come to bed?” I asked.
“In a minute.” He walked over to the deck, took a seat and lit a cigarette. My eyes closed and I fell asleep.
When I awoke a few hours later I was alone. I panicked at first until I saw that he bags were still in the room. But it was 4 am where could he be? The other side of the bed hadn’t been disturbed. I sat in the middle of the bed wondering what to do. I was still there when he walked in about four hours later.