25. C H E L S I E

TWENTY-FIVE

C H E L S I E

They say it takes the human body five-hundred milliseconds to process a thought. That’s half a second for the words to come out of one’s mouth and retain in the mind of another. But for Gary, I refuse to believe that that statistic applies.

For the instantaneous moment that I finish my request—“ take the lead ,” I find myself tangled in his arms, lost in the way his lips fit securely against mine.

I’m confident that there’s nothing better in this world than the taste of him, the touch of him, the look of him. Gary’s a forbidden fruit—one that from the moment I first locked eyes with I knew held the power to make my mind spin in the best way possible.

A day hasn’t gone by where I haven’t reflected back to the way he came pounding on that bakery door with frosting across his chest and a coy smirk on his face. I knew he was trouble, but somehow, I also knew he was the one…

The one who would rid me from my past.

The one who would remind me to live in the present.

The one that would allow me to trust in my future.

Gary’s the hope I lost.

The peace that can never, ever be taken from me.

And with that thought, as Gary’s tongue dances along my bottom lip, tempting me with a kiss that only continues to escalate, I allow his hands the liberty to explore my body.

“Do you mean it?” he moans into my mouth. “Are you sure? Do you really want me to take the lead, baby girl?”

I’m breathless as I choke out, “Yes.” Practically begging at this point. “I want all of you, Gary. I want you to have all of me. No more waiting.”

“Christ.” I love the rasp in his voice as he scoops me into his arms and wraps my legs around his waist. “Don’t say things like that, Chels. You know I can’t just take you here. Your parents… they’re in the house. They might see.”

I groan out in sexual frustration, my head falling into the nape of his neck in defeat until suddenly, an idea propels through my mind.

“Over there,” I gesture ahead with my chin. “We’ll go in there.”

With wide eyes, Gary’s face fills with concern. “The greenhouse? Are you… are you sure?”

I rest my forehead against his in absolution, my body trembling not from the uncertainty that lies ahead but from the sheer anticipation I can feel coursing through my veins—the endorphins ready to unleash.

His hesitation is understandable. The greenhouse holds memories—dark memories of my life before Gary Wilkinson. But now, with him by my side, I see the greenhouse as something that could be different. What once was a space where my world came crumbling down can now become a place where I can rebuild myself from the ground up—only this time, with him.

“Give me something new to hold onto,” I plea with every ounce of my being. “Please. I want to make a new memory.”

It doesn’t take long for Gary to agree with my request, and before I know it, we’re in the greenhouse, stumbling with no sense of direction.

One second, Gary’s got me pinned up against the glass, hands pinched to either side. The next second, I’ve got him in the same position. We’re a mess. Knocking over plant boxes, spreading dirt across the floor, but we’re too engulfed in grasping at one another to care.

“I don’t have any condoms. Are you on the pill?” Gary asks, already out of breath as he assesses my face for an answer.

“I’ve got an IUD,” I assure him, just as breathless. “Is that okay?”

“More than.” I translate what he says as he dives back into my mouth. “As long as it’s okay with you.”

“Less talking, more kissing,” I undo the buttons of his dress shirt. I could care less about discussing precautions right now, I need him shirtless. I need him naked. I need him all over me…

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Gary replaces my slow hands with his own as he tugs down on either side of his dress shirt, practically ripping it open. The gesture forces buttons to fly everywhere. It’s a spectacle, to say the least, but one with the greatest opening act— his abs.

How are we going to explain this when we go back inside?

God, I don’t care. I’m in my own dark and twisted distortion of heaven as I stare down at him, amazed by all that he is. Marveled at the way that I’m about ready to fall onto my knees and do whatever he asks as he flashes me a cocky smirk. “Better?”

I’m left salivating as I run my hands up and down the warmth of his abdomen. “ Better .”

“Good. Now, before we go any further…” Gary takes slow, controlled steps backward, stopping once he reaches the workbench. “I need you to do something for me.” He slips his shirt away from either shoulder, tossing it to the side as he hops up to take a seat. “Think you can do something for me, baby girl?”

Anything .

I don’t care what it is. As long as he continues to look at me like that, I’m at his mercy.

“Yes.” I nod anxiously. “What… what do you want me to do?”

“Well, first…” His biceps flex in tension as he leans forward on his palms. “I need you to tell me, do you remember the day we first met?”

I’m frozen at the sight of him but somehow manage to nod my head. “Of course,” I mumble, suddenly shy in his presence. “How… could I forget?”

Gary confidently runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek in amusement as his lips curl into a smirk.“Then I suppose you’ll remember the little lesson you taught me that day, too? Won’t you, Chelsie?”

“I want you to try reading my lips. Think you can do that?”

“I think so.”

I gulp. Where is he going with this?

“You know, I did a really good job following instructions that day.” His thumb glides along his lower lip as his eyes practically undress me seam by seam. “But now, I think it’s my turn to teach you one instead. Shall we see how good you are at following instructions, Chelsie?”

I’m trembling, and it’s not just a response to the way he continues to say my name, it’s the way his vascular veins protrude along his hands and up forearms. How his pupils are dilated with desire. How he shows not an ounce of hesitation when it comes to telling me exactly what he wants…

“Unzip your dress, Chelsie. Now .”

Fuck.

My eyes widen, and suddenly, my voice turns unsure—confused. “What?”

“You heard me.” He doesn’t back down, leaning in with a heightened sense of desire. “Unzip the dress.”

It takes a moment for my shaky hands to comply, but eventually, they do as I reach toward the back of my dress and slowly tug down at the zipper.

“That’s it.” The sound of the zipper is seemingly music to Gary’s ears as he devilishly licks his lips. “Now, save me the trouble, baby girl, and take it off, will ya?”

Fire.

My cheeks are on fire as I loosen the fabric away from either shoulder, pausing for a moment to peer into his darkened gaze before I allow the dress to fall completely to the floor…

“ Fuck .” Gary lets out a muffled groan. The sound alone is enough to unleash an army of butterflies in my stomach as I stand in nothing but my bra and panties.

I’ll admit, I’ve never been confident with my body—I’m the girl who’d much rather be covered up and concealed than on display. But as Gary’s eyes scan me up and down, I can’t help but feel like a work of art.

His work of art.

“ Mine ,” he mumbles beneath his breath, his breathing slow by now. “I can’t believe you’re all mine. Show me you’re mine by turning around, baby girl. I want to see all of you.”

A momentary sense of reluctance washes over me, but somehow, I find the confidence to bypass it as I step out of my dress and turn around at his command.

“That’s a good girl.” Gary jumps down from the bench; the sound of each step as he paces himself in my direction is music to my ears until he eventually reaches my body and lingers over my shoulder.

“You’re such a good listener, aren’t you?” he whispers into my ear. His bare hand trails up my ass until eventually, it makes its way towards the front seam of my panties. “Now, let’s see how good you are at answering some questions. If you answer them correctly, I’ll give you what you want. Question one…”

My heart pounds out of my chest as he uses his free hand to tilt my chin upwards so that he’s speaking against my lips.

“Do you remember that night at the stadium?”

I nod—unwilling to forget. “ Yes .”

“Good.” He inches his hand another daringly inch lower. “Question two. Do you remember just how wet you were for me?”

Christ , I almost blurt out, but somehow manage to stop myself.

“ Yes .” These simple, single-worded responses are all I’ve got in me to respond with. Everything else, he’s taken…

“I thought so,” I can feel him smirk against my lips. “Now, last question…” His hand barely grazes over my center as he taps gently. “How wet are you for me right now?”

I don’t have to respond. He knows the answer. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and fuck, he’s hardly even laid a finger on me.

“Stop asking questions and find out for yourself.”

He softly laughs against my cheek. “Like I said earlier, Chelsie,” he hums. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

I moan in immediate pleasure as Gary’s hand circulates slow, controlled, and calculated movements over the top of my panties before he brushes them aside and makes direct contact with my clit.

“Gary…” My head falls back against the warmth of his chest the second he plunges his fingers into me from behind, forcing my weight to displace and my legs to go limp.

“I think I might’ve answered my question,” he purrs, continuing his pace as I grow weaker and weaker in his arms. “That feels good doesn’t it, baby girl?”

I practically roll my eyes in both pleasure and annoyance. I hate this teasing. “I thought you said no more questions, Gary.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind one more.” He hits a spot that practically makes me squirm below. “Do you want me to fuck you, Chelsie?”

My voice is a whimper as I cry out. “Yes. Please .” My sentences are short, practically turned into pleas by now. “No more teasing.”

Gary pulls out, turning me around in the process where I watch him achingly place his now slick fingers into his mouth and suck them clean. “No more teasing?” he licks his lips until they curl into a satisfied smile. “But why when it’s so much fun?”

“Gary.” I grind my teeth as he unclasps my bra and drops to his knees.

“ Chelsie ,” he says my name back to me tauntingly.

“Please,” I beg for this harmonious torture to come to an end. “No more.”

“No more?” His brown eyes peer up at me as he reaches for the waistline of my soaked panties. “But why should I stop when you’re being such a good girl for me, baby? Give me one good reason.”

I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Because I need you,” I beg, though it hardly feels convincing enough. “I—I need you badly. I need you inside of me.”

“God.” Gary’s eyes sink in as he comes back onto his feet and speaks against my lips. “I want to hear that dirty little mouth of yours beg for me all day long.”

I comply in an instant.

“I want you, Gary.” My naked body presses against the bare of his chest. “I want you to fuck me.” I undo both his belt and trousers. “Think you can do that?” I murmur. “Think you can fuck me… Wilks ?”

My use of his nickname for the very first time in the span of our relationship is enough to tip him over the edge as he tugs down on his trousers and runs his thumbs along the waistband of his boxers. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.” His boxers drop to the floor, and before I can survey his length, he’s picked me up and firmly planted me on top of the bench.

“Are you gonna be good for me?” He spreads my legs wide, lining himself between my thighs.

I nod in anticipation as he grasps hold of my knees and pulls me towards the edge of the table.

“You ready?” he presses his forehead against mine.

I wrap my calves around his waist and pull him in close, growing comfortable between his thighs.

“Remember when I said less talking, more kissing? Well, how about less talking more?—”

Gary thrusts his way inside of me before I can even carry out my sentence, leaving me in a state of whimpering bliss as my head falls back in pleasure.

“ Fuck ,” I cry out, nails digging into the skin along his spine as I steady myself against him.

“Fuck is right. I knew you’d be tight, but God, Chelsie.” Gary heightens up his pace—eyes rolling in and out of consciousness. “You’re such a good girl the way you’re taking all of me. Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“ Harder ,” I demand in place of a response. Though, I don't know how it can get physically any harder than this.

“Careful what you wish for.” Gary lifts one of my legs so that it hangs along his shoulder, thrusting his throbbing member at least another inch inside of me as I learn the meaning behind his statement.

Fuck.

“How does that feel?” Gary's thrusts are practically that of a fucking porn star as he steadies his grasp on my hips and kisses along my neck. “Hmm, does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I moan out, clutching onto his shoulders. “So good…” I can hardly breathe. “So good, Gary”

“I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this.” Gary grasps a hold of my chin gently, our faces meeting as one. “You’re mine, Chelsie. All mine.”

“I’m yours,” I happily agree. I could never imagine anyone but him doing these things to me… I’d never want anyone but him to.

“Now, come over here.” Gary pulls out, bringing my leg down and guiding me over to the chair across the room, where he takes a seat.

“What… what do you want me to do?” I’m na?ve enough to ask.

He smirks with confidence. “Isn’t it obvious?” He pulls me onto his lap. “I want you to ride me,” he guides my hips so that I sink into him, groaning out in relief as I take all of him in at once.

“Atta girl.” This time, it’s Gary who can’t suppress the emotions on his face as I circulate my hips. “That’s it, baby.” He dances his tongue along each of my nipples, spending an equal amount of time pleasuring both. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs into my chest. “You’re a Goddamn work of?—”

“ Shush .” I don’t know why I do it, but I slap my hand over his mouth. Instantly, I can’t help but regret it, but I watch Gary’s eyes crease into a devious smirk as, finger by finger, he peels my hand back. Somehow, I don’t feel remorse… I feel release.

“I see. You wanna be a bad girl instead?” Gary shifts to stand, displacing me so that I’m no longer riding him. “Then I’ll show you what happens to bad girls.”

Within an instant, I’m bent over the bench as he slowly re-enters, only this time punishing me with an inch at a time.

“Gary.” I grit my teeth, pushing back into him to propel him deeper. He fights it. “ Please .”

“This is what happens to bad girls, Chelsie.” This game of cat and mouse makes him smirk as he leans in and clutches a hold of my ass. “They get punished when they do bad things.”

“Gary…” I plead as I say his name. “More. Now .”

He smirks. “Fine, but only on one condition. Okay?”

I bite down on my bottom lip in anticipation as he turns me around and speaks directly into my mouth. “That I get to feel you come against me.”

I gulp nervously. It’s a tempting proposition, but one with a stark reality that lies ahead. The truth is, I’ve never been able to come undone from sex alone. It’s always taken more. What if I can’t follow through? What if I?—

“Don’t fall victim to that pretty little head of yours.” It’s like he can read my mind. “If it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, I’ll gladly finish you off…” he licks his lips. “You know I will.”

My flushed cheeks turn into a bright shade of red as I agree to the plan, and within an instant he increases his pace and fills me up. It’s a bewildering sight, watching him so tense through the reflection of the glass. I’ve never seen him so on edge. So close to releasing.

Fuck, it’s a mental image I’ll never forget.

“Come for me, Gary,” I instruct, the request making him pulsate below. “That’s it. I want to feel you come for me?—”

My words are cut short as Gary arches his head back in pleasure—my remark tipping him over the edge, and he unloads inside of me.

“Fuck, Chelsie,” he calls out my name as he rides out the climax. The tips of his hair are dampened with sweat as he eventually pulls out and hovers above my face, flashing me a cheeky look once he’s finished.

“What?” I can’t help but feel amused with myself as he pants for air.

“Fuck… I just love that dirty little mouth,” he remarks. “Who would’ve thought?”

I shy into my hand. Not me , I’m the first to think. I hadn’t known I was capable of saying things like this until now—until Gary.

“Don’t go all shy, baby girl,” he reassures me. “Let’s just say…” He wipes some dirt up from the plant pot to his right and rubs it along the tip of my nose playfully. “I like you a little dirty.”

I roll my eyes in a laugh, ready to collect my clothes when he guides me back.

“Nuh-uh,” he says, placing me back on top of the bench. “Remember when I said I’d finish you?” His hand is back between my thighs. “Well, this lesson? It’s not quite over yet.”