Someone Out There Loves You

*Gerard POV*

She was a little tipsy. The uptight, unfriendly façade from earlier was now completely gone, and I had her right where I wanted her. She was relaxed and far too happy with my invasion of her personal space. Everything worked out the way I wanted it to, and I mentally patted myself on the back when we left the club. She wanted me, not because I was providing a service but because I had charmed her enough to break through her barrier. She would let me do what I wanted with her and I couldnt lie and say that the thought wasn’t enough to get me a little hard already. That was, until we walked outside the club and the fresh air hit us. It hit me with a sinking feeling just how drunk she was as she giggled and pulled her coat around her frame tightly. Her slurring was minimal, which fooled me into believing she wasn’t too far gone when we were sitting down in the club. Now I could see she was unable to walk steadily, and how unfocused and glazed her eyes were. She had been perfectly able to speak when inside, but I knew it didn’t equate to her capability of knowing what she wanted, or what she didn’t want. I cursed myself for the predicament I was now in. Unfortunately I was sober enough to know that in her current state I would be taking advantage of her if I fucked her. If I was more inebriated it wouldn’t be an issue at all but I had been pacing myself in order to get my main objective for the night accomplished, and in doing so I had put myself in a position of responsibility over a woman who had been abandoned by her friends, who trusted me to take care of her. I wanted to fuck her, there was no doubt about that but, I wanted someone who wasn’t incapacitated. Having sex with someone who just laid there like a bag of potatoes was what I did during the day.
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“What’s your address?” I asked, barely keeping the anger out of my voice. It wasn’t her fault that tonight had turned out this way. It was mine for not taking her home sooner. I had been the one who ordered the last pitcher of cocktail, from which I had one drink.

​​​“Um…River…Riverhouse Bank apartments….down by Ninth Avenue.”

​​​I raised an eyebrow, impressed at the location. It was a swanky location, one that was a little out of my price range. It was a couple of blocks away from my own place. The girls really did live the high life it seemed. I didn’t comment on it, instead I flagged down the first cab that headed our way. I held Chloe’s hand the entire time for fear of her falling over and hurting herself. Her swaying wasn’t as bad as I originally thought but I was erring on the side of caution. She laced her fingers with mine when the cab pulled up to the curb and blushed. Maybe she wasn’t as drunk as I thought. Dear god I hoped she wasn’t.

​​​“Are you sure you wanna do this?” I asked, desperate for any indication that she was sober enough to know what she was doing. She nodded her head emphatically, so much so that she swayed with the force she put into it. I sighed in defeat, afraid that this wasn’t going to turn out the way I planned.

​​​I helped her into the taxi and gave him the address before sitting in the back beside her. She cuddled up next to me in the cab, wrapping her arms around mine and resting her head on my shoulder. Her big, brown eyes were a little hazy, but she wasn’t completely unaware. She bit her lip, and I swore with everything I had that she was silently begging me to kiss her. Fuck, I hadn’t wanted to do something as simple as kissing for so long but the way she looked at me made me want to tell the driver to drive faster. I battled with myself, the good guy part of me unwilling to use somebody who may not fully realise what they were doing. The other part of me, the one that was an asshole who put himself first, he wanted to ignore the good part of me. I spent my days fucking women who gave little or no regard for my wants. Would I really be such a bad guy if I did the same thing, just for once? She willingly invited me to her place. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, even if she was drunk. I hadn’t coerced her, or drugged her to get her here with me. In truth, there were men out there who wouldn’t think twice about having their way with her, even if she was drunk. She might regret it in the morning perhaps but could she claim she had been wronged? She wouldn’t realise that I was far more sober than her and if she questioned it, well I could deny it. I could argue that I held my liquor well (which I did). I could argue that she didn’t seem too drunk. Right now, she wanted me. In fact, if I were to take out the fuzzy moral grey, I wasn’t really doing anything wrong. I wasn’t doing anything that a thousand other guys wouldn’t do. The only difference was that she would probably enjoy what I did to her. So I gave in.

​​​I bent my head to meet her lips, which responded to mine straight away. They were eager, taking me by surprise. I nipped her bottom lip and slipped my tongue into her mouth when her lips parted without hesitation. Her tongue met mine with a gentle caress, and I instantly tasted the strawberry cocktail she had been consuming all night. I wasn’t the biggest fan of strawberry but tonight it equalled the taste of victory, so I lapped it up. The kiss didn’t last long, but it was all I needed to get rid of the last of my doubts. She was panting a little and she was a very willing participant in the events that were about to happen. She was just as hungry for it as I was. I threw money at the driver when he stopped and dragged Chloe out of the car as quickly as possible. Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes had lost the drunken glaze from outside the club. Her footsteps were more controlled as she led me into the apartment building, and the swaying was barely noticeable now. The giggles were gone too. The short walk to the elevator was quiet, and her hands shook when she jabbed the button for the third floor. She faced me with wide, unblinking eyes that couldn’t hide the nervousness she suddenly felt. It was painfully obvious that this wasn’t a common occurrence for her, making my accomplishment all the more sweet. She remained silent and fidgeted with her coat, probably a nervous habit she’s developed over the years. It was an adorable sight, but I wasn’t in the mood for adorable. The doors opened and in no time she was opening the front door of her apartment. I wasn’t about to let her insecurity ruin the night for me, so I pulled her body against mine and kissed her before she could open her mouth. She gasped in surprise, her hands flying to my chest on instinct but she didn’t put up any resistance.

​​​It wasn’t the same gentle kiss from earlier. I was aching to get things moving along as quickly as possible and it showed. I was calm earlier, but now that I was so close to the end I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hands started to work on their own accord, finding their way to her coat and taking it off her. She broke the kiss when the coat fell to the ground, her chest heaving from the force of her breathing. She was shaking like a leaf but I was certain that it was more from desire than nerves.

​​​“Can you just…excuse me for second?”

​​​Her voice was low and husky, and her warm breath against the side of my neck sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded in agreement, unwrapped my arms from her waist and watched her scurry off to what I assume was the bathroom. I took the opportunity to finally look at the place. The sitting room was a wide, open room with plenty of space. It was sparsely decorated, with a couple of frames pictures on the TV cabinet and a lush, soft looking rug beside the frosted glass coffee table. There was an impressive DVD collection that immediately drew my attention and got the best of my curiosity. I could see the DVDs were grouped, presumably by ownership since there was no particular order to them. The top shelf had no more than ten DVDs on it, which were all chick flicks I had thankfully never watched. The shelf underneath looked a bit better, with a couple of decent films thrown into the mix, and the box set of Buffy. The other six shelves were packed to maximum capacity, and I had to admit that it was an impressive collection. Star Wars and the TV show OZ box set was squished in beside The Sopranos and Heroes and there were a few questionable choices like Mean Girls and The Notebook, but overall it was extensive and of decent quality. I saw a few movies I had never seen before and I made a mental note to check them out some time. I was engrossed in the collection, pulling out a few random DVDs to inspect the packaging. I didn’t hear Chloe come back into the room. I jumped when she let out a gentle ‘hey’, and in fright I dropped the DVD in my hand.

​​​“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” she giggled nervously. She had taken her shoes off, revealing her short stature. The makeup that had been a little worse for wear earlier was now completely off, revealing a light dusting of freckles on her cheeks on an otherwise clear complexion. It wasn’t a shocking difference; it just made her look younger and more innocent. Her smile did nothing to hide the tension she felt. It was coming off her in waves, along with her anxiety. I knew I could just dive straight in but, I wanted to savour the fact that I was here a little bit.

​​​“Impressive collection you’ve got here.” I picked up the fallen DVD, which was a TV show titled ‘Profit’.

​​​“Thanks. Most of it is mine. I had way too much time on my hands in college.”

​​​“At least you put it to good use, for the most part. I’ve never heard of this one before, is it any good?”

​​​“It’s really good. The guy from Heroes is in it, the one who plays Nathan Petrelli. It got cancelled after its first season unfortunately.”

​​​“I’ll have to pick up a copy of it.”

​​​I put the DVD back where I got it from, and turned my attention back to Chloe. She was staring at me expectantly, waiting for me to make the first move. I obliged her by pulling her closer to me and wrapping my arms around her waist again. Moving her long hair out of the way, I kissed the curve of her jaw. She let out a quiet groan, her hands fisting the bottom of my shirt.

​​​“Maybe you should give me a tour?” I nudged her in the right direction. I was getting a little bored of the game by now.

​​​She didn’t answer. Instead, she took my hand with an almost painful grip and rushed us out of the room and down the hall, taking me into through the last door on the right. The only sliver of light that came into the room was from a little gap in the curtains, but it was enough for me to see what I was doing. The blue dress that covered her figure was off within seconds. I ignored the blush that crept over her pale face as I raked my eyes over her. She was curvy in the best way. She kept herself in shape, or at least took of what she ate without over doing it. Her stomach was quite flat, although even in the dark I could tell that it hadn’t always been that way. I could see the little silver marks from a time when she had a fuller figure. It didn’t bother me at all. In high school I was far from slim and I had stretch marks of my own on my stomach and hips, although they had faded and were now unnoticeable unless you looked for them. Her breasts were barely contained in the blue lacy bra that covered them. They were a good size, a little more than a handful I imagined. I took the obstructive material off along with the matching panties before pushing her onto the bed, all thoughts of gentleness gone from my mind. Her eyes were wide form the suddenness of my actions, but she didn’t say anything about it. She pushed herself further up the bed and propped herself up on her elbows. Her breathing was erratic as she watched me strip my shirt off, quickly followed by my jeans, boxers, shoes and socks. I crawled on the bed and pushed her flat on her back. I slipped my hand inside her underwear and found she was already wet. She moaned and bucked her hips, her brown eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. I quickly removed it and sat up, enjoying the confused look on her face.

​​​“On your hands and knees” I ordered.

​​​She wanted to argue with it. She was slightly offended by the sudden change from gentle persuasion to outright demanding. I could see the thought process going through her mind right now, which were along the lines of ‘what the hell?’ and ‘I’m not a fucking whore’.

​​​“Don’t make me say it again” I warned, not even contemplating trying to cajole her. I had spent the last few hours warming her up, and I wasn’t going to waste another minute of my time on foreplay, not when it wasn’t already necessary. She was already wet and ready to go, and I was hard as a rock the minute her dress had come off. Her eyes narrowed, but she was too far gone to consider telling me to get out. She did as I asked, and waited for me while I pulled a condom out of my wallet and out it on. I didn’t give her any warning before entering her, but the loud moan that came from her let me know she didn’t mind. I started hard and fast, going at a pace that suited me for once. Her moans didn’t stop the entire time I was in her, and it was all I needed to keep me going. It was all a blur of sensations as I kept up the relentless pace, desperate to find the release I’d be denied earlier. Her moans mixed with mine to the point where I couldn't decipher which was which. When I came, it took all the air out of my lungs along with my strength. I collapsed on top of her, panting for air and barely aware of the fact I was crushing her under my weight. The haze cleared after a few seconds and I pulled myself off and out of her before I suffocated her. I took the condom off and tied the end of it, throwing it on the floor aimlessly.

​​​“Fuck, I didn’t realise how much I need that.”

​​​I chuckled at her breathless words and joined her under the duvet. She curled up against my side, throwing an arm over my chest and letting out a long sigh. I debated for a millisecond whether it was wise for me to stay or not, but the need to sleep was too overwhelming and I was out within seconds.

Notes

I'm sorry for the delay in updating this. I haven't forgotten about it, I promise! I hope you enjoyed this smutty offering.

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