Gentleman Wanted 10

Gentleman Wanted 10
Gent

Gemma tried to hide it. But she was afraid. It wasn’t that she said anything out loud. She didn’t need to. After living with her for so long, I knew that look on her face. 

When Gemma got frightened, she got fidgety and quiet. And I fucking hated it.

Hated that she was scared again. This shit was meant to be over. I had promised her it would be over if we came home. 

Fucking Young Blood had played us all. Acted like a friend and a brother so he could betray us, and he had made me out to be a liar.

I had promised her she would be safe.

Shaking my head, I cocked my head to the side. Listening to the quiet sound of Gem singing Bobby to sleep. She couldn’t hold a tune to save her life, but she always did it. 

“Gem?” Silently I padded to her bedroom. I knew she would be over Bobby’s cot. She would be finishing her song even if the lad was asleep. It was just what she did. 

Slowly she turned, a small uncertain smile playing over her lips. “Hi.” She whispered. “He’s asleep.” She said it like she had no idea what to say to me. 

For a second, I stared at her. And then I reached out my hand to her. “Come here.”

“Gent?” Her fingers curled around mine. They were cold and I brought them to my lips, using my breath to warm them. 

“Come here,” I said again. With a gentle tug, I drew her to me. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I kissed her fingertips. “It’s going to be ok Gem. I promise.”

I really hoped that this would be a promise I could keep. 

She sagged. All the fight went out of her. “I’m scared Gent.” She sobbed into my chest, and my grip on her tightened. “What if he comes after Bobby? What if…?”

“Sssh, baby.” Rubbing my chin against the top of her head I tried to soothe her. “No one is going to touch Bobby. Or you. I won’t let them, ok? The Aces will find him, and …” I trailed off. 

It wouldn’t do to say out loud what the Black Aces would do to the man who they had thought was one of their own when they caught up with him.

“You are both safe.” Tilting her chin up, I met her eyes. “Go and take a bath, Gem. I’ll make us some food.”

The smallest of smiles lifted her lips. “You are going to cook?” 

Ducking down, I pressed my lips to hers, chuckling. “I’m going to order us food. Either way I am going to feed you.”



We ate the Chinese food I ordered in silence. Gem didn’t even put the TV on. We just sat there, our plates on our laps.

“I mean it Gem, I will protect you and Bobby with my life.” I couldn’t take the quiet anymore. Slowly I leant forward, moving the plate from her knees so I could make her look at me. It was obvious she didn’t believe me. 

Slowly she turned her head, her eyes glinting in the light from the kitchen. Her sigh was loud. An exasperated sound. “That’s the problem, Gent… I don’t want-”

Moving without thinking I covered her mouth with mine. Silencing her. My tongue snaked into her mouth. For a moment, she hesitated and then one of her arms went around my neck, holding my head to hers so she could deepen the kiss. 

It was me that broke away first before leaning my forehead against hers. 

“If you are going to finish that sentence with some shit about me feeling responsible, then don’t bother. I know that you and Bobby aren’t my responsibility. But I want you to be. I want us to be a family. So stop with all the doubt. I’m here because I care about the pair of you.”

“Ok.” Her voice was tiny. An uncertain sound. 

“Ok?” My eyebrow arched. 

“Ok.” This time her voice was louder. She rolled her shoulders and the cracking sound was loud in the silence. “I know you care for us. I care about you as well.”

I couldn’t help grinning. “Take your shirt off, Gem.”

“My shirt?” She giggled. “Why do I need to take my shirt off?” There was something in her voice that told me she had a good idea why I wanted her shirt off. 

“I’m going to give you a massage.” I laughed right along with her. “You’re clicking and clacking like an eighty-year-old, and luckily for you, I give a killer massage. So lose the shirt and the bra and lay down. Let me make you feel better, Gem.”

Our eyes met, and she didn’t look away as she pulled the shirt over her head. I knew she expected me to look at her body, for my eyes to linger on her breasts in their basic white bra. So I made sure to keep my eyes locked with hers. 

I wanted to look down, to drink her all in, but I wanted her to feel comfortable as well.

“Lay down.” Softly I smiled at her. 

She settled herself down on the sofa, and for the first time since she had taken her top off, I got to look at her. The smooth skin of her back was like a beacon for my hands.  I wanted to run them all over her. My lips as well. 

But I could be patient. Carefully I climbed over her, my knees on either side of her waist. I ran both my hands up her spine, and she shivered under me.

“I’ve got rolls and wobbly bits.” There was so much uncertainty in her voice that my heart panged. She shouldn’t feel insecure about her body. Not in front of me and not in front of anyone else. 

Gemma was beautiful. I just wished she could see herself how I saw her.

“You’re perfect.”

“I’m-”

I didn’t let her finish. “Perfect Gem.” With practised ease, I unclipped her bra. My fingers kneading over the red mark it had made on her smooth skin. “You’re fucking beautiful. Now be quiet and let my magic fingers go to work.”

Throwing back her head so suddenly she almost knocked me out, she laughed. “Magic fingers, huh?”

Leaning over her, I nipped her ear lobe into my mouth, sucking on it for a second. “They are magic, Gem. You just lay there and wait and see.”



This was hell. Pure and utter hell. Not because I didn’t want to have my hands all over Gemma’s body. No, it was hell because I did. 

Her skin was smooth and pliable under my hands. 

It took everything in me to keep my hands on her back and shoulders and not let them wander to more tempting places. 

Somehow I managed it, though, and with every movement of my strong hands on her back, Gemma relaxed a little more.  Her body became languid against the cushions. 

I liked her like this. Without thinking, I bent over her, my lips trailing down her spine, retracing where my fingers had slid. I couldn’t help myself. 

I had half been expecting her to stiffen, to say something to make me stop. So when she moaned softly, my dick jumped to attention. 

“That feels nice.”

Grinning against her back, I let my hands slide up and around her, fingertips brushing against her breasts. 

I wanted her. And she could have no doubt how much with the way I was pressing against the crease of her ass. 

“Good.” I nipped playfully, and she shifted slightly so I could cup both her full breasts in my hands.

Another moan tumbled from her mouth as I squeezed. 

“But I want you to feel better than nice, Gem. I want you to feel amazing.”

Her moans were driving me to distraction. Each one coming louder and breathier than the one before, and each one of them going straight to my cock. My hands slid downwards, sliding over her hips to the ass that was covered by her soft black sweatpants. I pushed the material down, my fingers almost shaking with the anticipation of finally seeing her laid out bare for me.

I had waited so damn long for this moment, probably longer than I wanted to admit. And it was finally happening.

Her ass came into view, and my mouth was suddenly dry at the sight of her.

Jesus, she was beautiful. 

For a second, I paused, 

“Gent?” Gem’s voice was almost a whisper, but it was all I needed to touch her. She wanted this as much as I did.  My hands on her ass, I peppered kisses in the hollow of her back. 

“You’re so beautiful, Gem.”

She didn’t say a word, but I heard her sigh quietly. She might not believe me, but I was about to show her just how much she affected me.

Looping an arm around her waist, I lifted her ass off the sofa. My other hand delved between her thighs.

She was already wet, coating my fingers as I parted her gently. I wanted to take things slow, explore her and tease her a little, but damn, it was hard.

“Is this ok?” My fingertip breached her wet entrance.

“Yes.” She moaned again, and her hips moved more. It was all I needed to carry on. I pushed my finger into her in one slow, smooth motion. 

“Oh my god.” 

Her words were like music to my ears. My cock throbbed against my zipper as she gripped my finger tightly, her hips moving against me. 

“Oh my god, yes.” Her little cries were turning more and more frantic as I pushed my finger in and out of her wet channel. 

Bending over her shoulder, I nibbled on her ear lobe. “I’m not god, sweetheart. I’m Gent.” As if to prove my point, I added another finger, stretching her. 

She felt amazing, but I wanted more. I wanted to watch my fingers slide in and out of her, see them covered in her juices, and I couldn’t see from this angle. 

Tightening my arm, I pulled her upwards. “Ass up, baby, let me see you.” I kept my voice low, husky. “I need to see you, all of you.”

She didn’t argue with me. With her face still pressed against the couch cushions, she positioned her knees under her, baring that pretty ass to me completely. 

Letting my hands wander, I took her all in. It was dark, but I couldn’t get up to turn a light on. It would spoil the mood, and I wasn’t about to do anything at all to make this end. 

“Say something.” For a second, she sounded unsure. 

“Jesus H Christ.” Pulling her cheeks apart with my hands, I settled myself onto my knees on the floor. With my face at the perfect level finally, I dragged her back towards me, and my tongue delved between her lips.

Gemma tasted like I knew she would. Sweet but not like honey. There was something richer in her sweetness. She tasted like maple syrup, I realised. 

She gave a little scream as I licked into her again. From ass to clit and then back again, my tongue flat against her before I hardened it into a point and pushed it into her. 

She bucked against me, moving against my face like she wanted to draw me in more. 

“That’s it, baby, ride my face. I want my chin and lips coated in you.” And I did want that. I wanted it more than I wanted my next breath. 

Curling my arms around her, I lowered one hand over her mound. My thumb rubbed over her clit.

Gemma gave a little scream, the sound muffled as she bit down on her closed fist. I couldn’t help it, a wide grin split my face. 

Replacing my tongue with my fingers, I pushed two into her sopping wet channel, my other hand still busy against her clit. Settling back on my haunches, I watched my fingers disappear in and out of her. 

And it was the most erotic, most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Only made better by the desperate sounds she was making. If she liked it like this, then Gemma was in for a treat because this was me being gentle.  Something I almost never was, even if my name was Gentleman. 

A gentleman in the streets, that was me. In the bedroom, though?

“Push back, baby, push back.” I curled my fingers inside of her, pressing up against that puckered set of nerves that had her almost hyperventilating, and this time I didn’t even try to hide my grin. If she had been looking at me, she would have seen it. But as it was, she had buried her face into the cushions to help muffle the cries that were leaving her lips with every breath.

Staring down at her, I took a few seconds to admire my handiwork.  Not only was it hot, watching my fingers disappear into her, but to see them coated with her juices was almost too much to bear. 

I wanted to fuck her.

Wanted to be so far inside of her that there was nowhere else to go. I wanted her ass pushing back against me as I emptied myself into her.

“Please, Gent.. please.” She said the words so quietly that, at first, I didn’t hear her over the ragged sound of my own breathing. 

“Please, what, baby?” I could feel her clamping around me. She was close. Slowing my movements, I slipped my fingers almost all the way out of her, only to slam them back in. Gemma reared up, her cry loud.

“Please, Gent, I can’t take any more.”

Chuckling, I did it again. “You want me to fuck you, Gem?”

I knew she did, but I wanted her to say the words. 

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yes fuck me, fuck me, please.”

“Baby, I thought you would never ask.” Slipping my fingers from her, I sucked them into my mouth, savouring the taste of her. I wanted to lick her out, make her cum on my tongue, but if the lady wanted me to fuck her, then I would happily oblige. I was a gentleman, after all.  Plus, there would be so many opportunities to tongue fuck her. 

Unzipping my jeans, I pushed the denim down my thighs and stepped out of them. Taking my straining cock in my hand, I fisted it up and down. Using my thumb, I wiped a glistening bead of pre-cum from the tip. I used it to coat her slit. 

Gemma shivered under me, anticipation making her body shake as I lined myself up with her entrance. “Relax, baby, just relax.” I slipped between her wet folds just an inch. My hands were tight on her hips.

The muscles in my thighs clenched, and my balls drew up tight as I forced myself to go slow. 

“Gent, please.” She mewled, louder than she had been previously. She was just as desperate for this as I was.

I slammed myself home, my eyes rolling in my head as I collapsed against her back. And it took everything I had not to empty myself into her at that moment. 

Taking a deep breath, I started to move. One hand tight on her waist, the other on her back. I forced her face and shoulders further into the cushions. In this position, I had a perfect view of my dick sliding in and out of her. 

“More Gent, more.” She met each of my thrusts, her ass bumping against me.

“Baby, be careful what you wish for.”

Holding her steady, I ploughed into her, the force making her move forward several inches. If she wanted more, I would happily give her more. 

If she wasn’t careful, I would give her all of me. The thought of putting a baby in her belly should have made me run for the hills, but for some reason, it didn’t. I wanted my kid in her stomach. The sooner, the better.

Rolling my hips, my fingers tangled in her hair as she threw her head back. Her orgasm rushed over the pair of us, clamping around me. I used her long blonde hair, yanking it back further as I rode her orgasm to find my own. 

When it came, it was like being hit by a freight train. My legs shook, my balls drew up almost painfully. The sound that left my mouth was guttural. Collapsing over her back, I blinked the sweat out of my eyes, kissing her shoulders and neck as I fought to regain my breath.

“That was…” She sounded sated, almost sleepy. 

“Don’t say, nice woman,” I growled. “Don’t you dare say nice.”

She laughed softly. “How about amazing? Can I say that? It was amazing…”

I didn’t let her finish. I slipped from her body, my cock still standing tall and proud against my stomach. “You can say amazing; turn around so I can kiss you.” I helped her turn. 

Her eyes were hooded as she stared up at me.

Smiling, I palmed her breasts. 

She might think our first time together was over, but it wasn’t. Not by a long shot. 

“Arms and legs around me, Gemma. Let’s take this party to the bedroom.”

Gemma’s eyes widened slightly. “Again? So soon?”

Laughing, I kissed her, “I’m not going to be done with you for hours yet.”