Gary and Libby - Take One

Chapter Sixty One

  Garys eyes widened.
"Come here." I speak quietly, holding my hand out. Gary steps towards me obediently. I shuffle up the bed and beckon Gary to follow. He does of course.
"You're a tease." He grins against my hip and he collapses in a heap.
"You're drunk." I deadpan.
"Am not." He smiles against my neck after crawling his way up the bed slightly.
"Yes you are." I push him off me and move so im sat at the end of the bed.
"What you gonna do?" He mumbles, grinning like a lunatic.
"Punish you." I cant help, but let the smirk consume my lips.
"Punish me?" He grin widens. Although i didnt even think it was possible.
"Yes." I whisper, twisting the thin leather belt around my fingers and crawling up the bed. Gary goes to grab my hips, but hes so drunk i practically brush him off.
"Sit up." I say, pulling at his shoulders. He grins onto my neck as i push of his blazer, i begin to unfasten his shirt buttons.- Leaving his tie on of course. Once i pull the shirt away i let him drop back down onto the bed. "Hands above your head, Baby." I whisper, more seductively this time.

A low groan escapes Garys throat. I can tell hes getting more aroused so i stand up. Slowly, i reach behind and pull down the zip on my dress, letting it fall to the floor. Gary moans again, rubbing his hands over his face.
"Make me come Lib." He murmurs. I raise my eyebrows at him as i slowly straddle his crotch. Hes still got his trousers on, but i can fee him hard underneath me.
"You're very forward tonight Mr Barlow..." I bite my lip as i tug on the tie around his neck.
"Fuck me." He mouths back. I raise my eyebrows again and lick my lips.
"No Gary...." I smirk evily. "You've been a naughty, naughty boy..."
"What have i even done?" He pouts, running his fingers up my bare thighs. I try and ignore the fact its turning me on and stick to my own game.
"You done remember?" I use a disapproving tone as i interlock my fingers with his hand pull them above his head.

"Enlighten me..." Gary whispers, his breath against my chest as i lean over and begin to twist the belt around his wrists.
"You got drunk..." I mutter, as i slowly fiddle with the belt. "Then you punched Mark Owen...." I feel his body tense under me, at the mention of his name. "And then Mr Barlow...you tried to seduce me..." I finish attaching the belt to the headboard and run my hands slowly down Garys arms. "Its just not acceptable." I whisper quietly against his ear.
Gary lets out a frustrated groan. "Fuck me Libby." His tone is more serious now.
"What?" I smile, shuffling down his body to im straddling his crotch again.
"You fucking heard me." He hisses. "Im hard."
"I know." I bite my lip.
"Fuck. Me." He locks his gaze with mine, but i just shrug.
"What? You want me to do something about this?" I look at him innocently as i run my thumb over his bulging erection. Gary groans loudly and throws his head back into the pillow.
"Yes." He breathes, still managing to sound all demanding. "Now."
"Make me..." I unfasten his trousers painfully slowly.
"I'll fucking make you alr-" Gary goes to sit up, but the belt stops him moving. He looks at me angrily when he realises what ive done.
"Whore." He hisses, wriggling his hips underneath me as he tries to free himself.
"Yea baby." I grin evily. "I like it when you struggle." Gary stills instantly and glares at me.
"Fucking Whore." He hisses again.
"Yea." I lean forward and kiss his lips quickly. "You said it." Without another word i clamber off him and tug off his trousers.

Gary moans impatienlty as i slowly climb back up his body.
"I suppose you want these gone as well then?"
"Done fuck with me Libby." Gary growls. "You know damn well what you're doing."
"If you talk to me like that ill walk straight out of that door." I raise my eyebrow at him and pull down his boxers to release his hard length.
"Ill talk to you how i damn well like." Gary grunts as i take him in one hand.
"You dont think ill do it?" I ask innocently as i run my tongue along the underside of his shaft.
"I know you wont." He half moans half shouts as i repeat my actions, flicking my tongue over his, already wet, tip.
"Wont i?" I ask again, beginning to move my hand slowly up and down his throbbing erection.
"Libby stop fucking around and sit on me you slut!" Gary growls into the pillow. I pull my hand away from him immediately and climb off the bed. 

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" I hear Gary pull against the metal headboard as i head toward the bedroom door.
"Im going to bed in the spare room sweety." I smile, picking up my dress and opening the bedroom door. "Sleep well handsome."
"You wouldnt fucking dare leave me like this." He locks his gaze with mine.
"Watch me..." I smile, turning the door handle.
"Libby, Im still hard." He growls, pulling viciously on the belt. Now thats a sight. A drunk, naked Gary Barlow, with a hard on and tied up on the bed trying to free himself.
"I know." I grin back at him. "You're throbbing."
"Get back here now Libby!" Gary growls again as i go to slip though the door.
"Like i said..." I whisper. "Make me." With that, i disappear onto the landing.

I can still hear Gary pulling against the headboard, when i climb into the bed in the next room. I smile to myself, i didnt think id actually be able to go through with that. I do feel slightly guilty though, i mean he was so hard. Oh well. Hes pissed out of his head. He'll break out of that belt sooner or later....