Romance: Gibson's Legacy ( New Adult Contemporary Erotic Romance) (Last Score Book 1) (7 page)

Growing up with a mother who earned her living by being an escort, she and her friends had been very open… about sex, and my mom was a classy looking chick so she got some great gigs, which kept us warm and fed after my piece of shit musician father, ran off with an eighteen year old after a gig that he never even bothered to come home from.

I was ten years old at the time and my mom had no choice, we were a day away from homeless when she took a job with a guy that offered her big bucks and a safe, protective environment for me. I wanted for nothing materially and as music was my thing, had some of the best teachers money could buy.

Lesley Paul Barclay, my father, turned up when I was sixteen. My mom passed suddenly at the age of forty three of an unknown cause, and he took me to live with him for a year. By the time I was seventeen no one was paying any attention to what I was about. He gave up trying to ‘master’ me and just pretty much let me do my own thing after that.

No doubts about it, I was a shit of a kid. Never been able to sit down and pay attention, driving most folks to distraction. Constantly fidgeting or bouncing on my toes, which made my knees bounce. I must have spent close to half my school years outside of the principal’s office for ‘defying,’ many a teacher’s demands for me to sit still.

They really didn’t get it. Labeling me with ADHD meant a big red dot beside my name on the register, yet the first thing they would say at parent/ teacher consultations to my mom was, “Gibson is a very bright young man, he just doesn’t pay attention.” Not one of them saw the irony in that statement and choosing that moment to forget the deficit and hyperactivity and disorder parts of that particular diagnosis.

Staring back at the girl in front of me, her jaw was hanging as her eyes perused me at leisure, her tongue tantalizing me, as she licked back and forth on her bottom lip. Standing speechless; staring and, more importantly, she had blushed because she knew she’d been busted doing it.

My one and only thought was,
so you are the one with the golden ticket to suck my dick today?
Shitty right? Well, to be honest, I didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought about me anymore. Everything I did was public news.

Even my sex life was up for grabs frequently, with tabloid newspapers paying the women I slept with for stories of paternity claims that were time consuming and unfounded and to share my bedroom secrets. My one saving grace was that no one had ever said I wasn’t a great lay.

What could I have said? The fact was, I was a man whore, I’d been brought up around sex and it was always pushed at me as normal and healthy when they talked about sexual appetites. Plus, women loved to have sex with me. And they all said the same thing. I was fucking amazing at it. Sex and rock music is what I lived for, although, not necessarily in that order.

Hands invaded my body space and ran up and across my pectorals, my head dropping to see what she was doing. She glided her palms around and under my arms, until they stopped on both scapula bones on my back.

Stroking me, she smiled suggestively and continued to trail downwards toward my ass, and by the time I made eye contact with her, she was so close her hot panting breaths were fanning over my face.

Groupies had no shame. Then again, I was so fucking wired after the gig, I needed something to bring me down, and an easy fuck meant I didn’t have to be charming or polite to anyone. This girl knew the score and she was begging for it.

Gripping her hair, I tugged her head back, tilting her face up to look at me. I stared at her to make sure she was paying attention to what was happening. Dropping my head down, I took her mouth in a demanding and hungry kiss.

Feeling her legs buckle from under her, I caught her and slung my arm under hers and around her waist, pulling her hard against my naked, sweaty torso. She whimpered and sighing deeply at my action, and I shook my head, she was gone even though I smelled musty from the effort on stage, and was still dripping with sweat. I remember thinking that she must have been desperate to want to do anything with me like that and was going to be one of those girls that came at the drop of a hat.

Crazy, the effect rock musicians had on women. They seemed to lose all their inhibitions and I’ve yet to meet one that wasn’t impressed by me being in a band. Setting the girl straight on her feet, I placed my hands under her armpits and lifted her up.

As soon as I did that, her legs wrapped around my waist and she wiggled her pussy against my belly. The short skater dress she was wearing was loose enough for her damp, lacy thong to make contact with my skin.

Sliding my hands under her dress, I felt two perfectly peachy ass cheeks. They felt silky smooth, warm and just the right size in the palms of my hands. Crushing my lips on hers again, my tongue penetrated her mouth in deep exploration.

Turning, I walked with her in the direction of the dark corridor at the back of the stage for some privacy. Simon called out, “Ten minutes Gib, no more, you hear?”

Overhead, I could hear lighting technicians starting the tear-down, but that was soon forgotten when I turned and shoved my reward roughly against the wall. My wandering hands slid around her; one under her leg to support her better with one arm, the other, teasing the thong to the side, while my thumb traced from her clitoris all the way down her slit.

Soft, throaty moans escaped her mouth and even softer gasps. Her body sagged against mine, as I held her up against the wall. Her arms were around my neck, while her fingers wove their way in and out of my hair in time to the stroking I was doing below. Leaning back to look at her, she smiled and for the first time I really took in what she looked like.

Even in the dimness of our position, I could see she was an extremely attractive girl. Huge big brown eyes, long silky blonde hair and from what I could feel, a tight little body. Most important of all, she was very game for whatever was next.

Kissing me hungrily again, she made her move to take things to the next level. Sliding her hand down my back, she brought it around and in between us, and then suddenly it was dipping inside the waistband of my jeans and teasing at my hard, swollen dick.

Urgently, she wrapped her small, cool fingers around my aching shaft, and moaned softly again into my mouth as my fingers penetrated her warm wet pussy. Taking my fingers away, I stepped back to free myself and dropped her legs to the floor, and she removed her hand.

Sensual smiles and hooded eyes told me we were far from done. Staring at me briefly, she smirked naughtily, before dropping to her knees on the floor in front of me and reaching for the fly of my jeans.

Firmly rubbing across my erect dick with the flat of her hand made me desperate for more. Already pumped from the gig, my heart raced and my dick was desperate to penetrate her. Less than a minute from when we were against the wall, my dick was in her mouth.

Unable to wait until she fully opened my jeans, she had whipped my dick out, and was working me like a pro. Staring up at me all seductively, and grinning between sucks and licks. She had great blow job lips and I remember thinking she had nice teeth.

Actually, she was hot but to be honest, I wasn’t in the mood for being playful towards her. My feelings were more about hard and fast. Fuck her and forget her, really. No pretenses about playing nice, she knew what that interlude was between us, and I was more than happy to oblige her.

Taking her by her hair again, I made a messy pony tail and took control. “Open your mouth,” I commanded. Positioning her head at an angle just right for my height, I began to fuck her mouth, my dick hitting the back of her throat.

Experience told me this was nothing new to her. She didn’t even have a gag reflex. Only the noise of her gurgling and her watery eyes made me aware that she needed a little restraint on my part.

Amazing oral skills she had acquired when I let her take charge. Sucking and stroking my dick just right and I could feel myself grow and thicken as she worked me. “Play with yourself.” My demand was met with instant obedience, her hand sliding under her dress without breaking the rhythm and pace she’d set for herself.

“Are you wet?” Nodding she continued to suck and stroke my dick. “Are you ready for me?” Nodding again, I pulled my dick out of her mouth. “Get up and turn around.” I ordered, and without hesitation, she was leaning against the wall, her chest resting against her forearms, offering up her ass to me, and she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me.

Unbuckling my belt, I unbuttoned my jeans and my hard dick sprung out and bounced free of its constraints. My hands fell to the hem of her dress and I bunched it up pushing it high on her back to give me access to her.

Pushing her forward by her upper back to arch her, I kicked her feet apart to give her a better center of gravity, knowing that with my hard and fast, she was going to need all the help she could get to stay upright.

String thongs are a mystery to me. Why the fuck women wear them is beyond me. There is no way you could tell me it doesn’t hurt to wear one of those. Constantly rubbing against their asshole, it must be fucking irritating. Reaching forward, I ripped that shit clean off her and then she was ready for me.

Licking my fingers before I felt between her legs again, she was a hot slick mess down there. Completely open and waiting for me. Reaching behind me, I pulled out a silver foil pack and wrapped myself before leaning forward and drawing my sheathed, swollen dick down her slit, and without ceremony sunk myself deep inside her.

A loud groan of pleasure tore from her throat, and after two gentle thrusts, I rode her deep and hard. Smirking when she came for the first time at around the tenth pound, I could see she was going to be exhausted in the next ten minutes.

Lennox turned up just as she was coming and I glanced over when I heard him approach. I grinning roguishly when he laughed, and shook his head at me, and turned to walk back in the direction he’d just come from.

Damn, she was a screamer as well. Actually, she was not so much of a screamer than a ‘pained wailer.’ Kind of on a par with the noises that cats make when they mate. It was fucking off- putting so I just rode her as fast as I had to in order to get myself off, and to get the fuck away from her. Talk about a passion killer!

As soon as I came, I pulled out of her, I thanked her and walked briskly away without looking back. There were no awkward after moments after a fuck like that. When I caught up with my band Lennox turned and told me, in a matter of fact manner that the venue organizers were ready for the meet and greet, VIP, winner’s party, from the radio stations.

Nodding at the guys, I grinned again and made a quick trip to the rest room to make myself decent and pull on a fresh t- shirt. Everyone was gone by the time I came out apart from Charlotte who walked beside me hugging that ugly blue organizer she has. Opening the door to enter, I pasted on my best smile and with the first face I saw, became Gibson Barclay, lead singer of M3rcy. Public property.

CHLOE’S LIFE: FIVE YEARS LATER

CHAPTER 7 - BREAKING FREE

Chloe

Crap! I need to get the hell out of here.
Blood trickled down my cheek as I stared at my red rimmed eyes on my tear stained face in the bathroom mirror. My puffy, bruised bottom lip oozed clear serum from the swelling. I looked disfigured.

Lifting my shirt to inspect myself more closely, I could see there was already fresh bruising forming over my ribs, right beside the old green and yellow bruises that were fading from last week. Reality finally dawned on me that I couldn’t allow him to do abuse me anymore.

God only knows what had brought out the beast in him on that night. Everything about that moment had been meticulously planned and delivered with precision, to ensure it was just the way he liked it, but it seemed that nothing I did for him back then was the right thing.

I wasn’t able to pinpoint exactly when that shift happened, but we definitely reached a watershed moment at some point, but once it had, nothing I did pleased him. How in hell we arrived at that point I have no idea. Kace used to idolize me, yet there came a point where I had been terrified to speak and he was reacting negatively to anything I had done.

Staring; confusion, clearly written on the face staring back at me in the mirror, I hardly recognized the reflection in the mirror as me. Timid and petrified. Alien feelings, to the strong girl I once had been.

Although my appearance used to make people think I was younger than I was and I wasn’t that confident in myself, I was usually the most outspoken person among my friends, about domestic violence.

Who would have thought that I, Chloe Jenner, would have become a victim of something so degrading? Yet, within a couple of years of leaving college, I was a broken wreck of a woman, timid and petrified of my high school sweetheart.

Kace and I were inseparable during our college years, and he couldn’t see past me. I loved him deeply. Our friends weren’t so lucky. Ruby had split with her long term boyfriend, Dylan, the last year of college when Dylan’s band got signed and he was caught on camera having more than one clandestine relationship.

Julie and Brody were still a couple, but Julie wasn’t happy, Brody was living a very single guy’s lifestyle, in that he golfed, played football and baseball, and always seemed to be taking road trips with his football buddies.

Kace and I were a popular couple, and we had our little friendship group of the three couples and as a couple we were inseparable except when he had to go off on science trips as part of his degree, and when he took a summer job working in a recording studio in Sacramento.

Graduating summa cum laude, Kace and I had naturally progressed to moving in together straight after college ended and he proposed to me at our graduation party. It came as a bit of a shock because I still felt too young to get married.

I loved Kace with all my heart; and at that time, I couldn’t imagine my world without him in it, so I said yes. Refusing to get married straight away, we had moved back to Florida and I had opted for a long engagement. Mainly because I knew I wanted to do visual imagery for large productions and to work on either film or live events.