Trusting Gibson (Last Score Book 2) by K. L. Shandwick Page A

seam of my pussy. “Fuck, Chloe. You are soaking wet. I love that I can do this to you.”
    Gibson’s eyes widened in delight at the slithery warm feel of my sex and he licked his lips as he pushed his thick finger slowly past my outer lips and traced down toward my entrance. Without warning he entered me-first with one finger, then two.
    His sudden infringement made me tense as I gasped for breath and even though I was lying beneath him and knew what was going to happen between us, I tried to close my legs and move away.
    “Trust me.”  Gibson’s mouth was beside mine, his voice almost like breathing, exhaling the words in such a quiet whisper which was pure but with total command. “Relax. Breathe Chloe, inhale deeply and control the urge to fight against us. I’m never going to hurt you in any way unless it’s pleasurable.” Believing his words, I did what he asked without hesitation and felt the lower half of my body sag in relief to allow him greater access to me.
    Kissing me slowly, Gibson’s fingers plunged back and forth rubbing my sweet spot until my body was humming at the hint of orgasm. His lips tugged in a half smile and he stopped, withdrawing his fingers. “Nuh-uh not yet darlin’, you got to work for this one.” I groaned in frustration and almost begged him not to stop.
    Gibson suddenly licked my neck then pressed his lips to it and began peppering it with kisses. His onslaught was completely unexpected and the sensation was somewhere between agony and ecstasy as my body tried to deal with the conflicting sensations going on inside. As suddenly as Gibson started, he stopped, flipping me over onto my stomach and then he dragged my hips up in the air. Suddenly his mouth landed on the seam of my butt.
    “Jesus, Chloe…so wet…” a guttural growl followed as he buried his mouth in between my legs, his tongue penetrating my entrance as he lapped and sucked at me. I moaned loudly, “Oh, God,” hardly recognizing the sound of my own voice. Gibson broke free of my body then replaced his mouth with his fingers again. “Your legs are trembling. I fucking love how you respond to me, darlin’.”
    Slipping his finger to the edge of my puckered butthole, he began to massage it and I stiffened and tried to clench my buttocks together. This was completely alien territory to me.
    “Trust me. Just say stop and I will. I won’t do anything you don’t like.” Again, Gibson was whispering softly to me, reassuring me, that every move he was making was for my pleasure.
    Gibson was doing insane things to my hormones but when he began to ease his finger inside, I froze again.
    “No?” His question was urgent.
    It felt weird and dirty. Kace had never done anything like this before and I wasn’t sure that I’d ever want to reciprocate it, if that was asked of me.
    He was pushing me into unchartered waters. I heard my small voice say, “This is new to me, I don’t feel safe.”
    Curling over the back of me, Gibson whispered softly again, “Trust me Chloe, I think you’ll like it and if you don’t I’ll stop and we’ll know for sure okay?”
    Swallowing hard, I nodded yes, not totally convinced but highly aware that Gibson was a rock star and was used to more than vanilla sex.  Placing his mouth back on the crease of my neck from behind, Gibson licked up to my ear again. My pussy clenched and I could feel a fresh trickle of juice pool at my entrance. Gibson’s fingers swept back and forth and he growled again. “Sexy girl, I just want to do everything to you, Chloe.”
    Before I could think what ‘everything’ meant, his finger had teased its way inside and was gently being pushed and pulled; not deep, but just deep enough to know it was there. Gasping breathlessly and because his action was kinda taboo to me, Gibson was quick to respond in reassurance again. “Good girl. Relax I got you.”
    At first it felt like a weird sensation, like something was travelling in the wrong way, but his tongue