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Games Of Make Believe	By : SavageWords Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 10291 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Eleven

Emmy woke up slowly as she rolled over drowsily to cuddle next to Gerry. She yawned as she looked at her watch. The alarm would be going off soon. “Gerry, it’s time to wake up.” She ran a hand over his chest. A smile crossed her face when she saw he was still asleep. After the rough night he had last night, she knew sleep was what he needed more than anything. Throwing the covers off her, Emmy stood up and stretched. Rubbing her hands over her face, she tried to wake up. After Gerry took his shower last night, had come crawling into bed like a lost little boy. She didn’t know what upset him but whatever it was had been rough on him. Giving him one last look, she smiled as she walked out of the bedroom on her way to the kitchen to make breakfast.

After Emmy had left, Gerry began to stir in his sleep. Emmy’s sweet voice filled his ears as he lay somewhere between dreaming and awake. His lashes brushed his cheeks as his eyelids remained closed. His head tossed and turned on the pillow as he kicked the covers off. “No...” he mumbled. “Don’t want to wait. Need you now.” The covers were still wrapped around his legs, and with one powerful kick, they soon fell onto the floor. His body was already hard and throbbing. His erection brushed against his lower belly after being freed from the constraint of the quilt. His hand slid from his chest, rough fingertips grazed the tight skin of his chiseled abs as they descended. The instant when they encountered the silky rounded head of his cock, a cry fled from his lips. Immediately his large fist wrapped around his long hard shaft as his hips jerked involuntarily. “Oh fuck ya…” The growl he let out was almost barbaric.

Still caught between dreamland and reality Gerry’s hand began to slide up and down, almost painstakingly. Starting slowly, he kept his hips flat against the bed as the tight cocoon of his hand moved up from base to tip. By now, he was solid steel wrapped up in the softest of velvet. Stroking upwards from the base, his fingers became coated with the first drops of pre-cum that leaked out.

Walking just inside the bedroom door, Emmy opened her mouth to wake Gerry up again when she froze. Her eyes widened as she gripped the doorframe for support. Her mouth suddenly felt as dry as the Sahara as she stared at the man on the bed. That’s when she heard him moan. At that point, she couldn’t move even if she wanted to and she most certainly didn’t want to.

“Fuck Emmy! Do it…suck it…what a fuckin’ tongue ya have!” His Scottish brogue came out in full as he growled out. With a look of raw pleasure on his face, Gerry’s hand was moving faster now as his other hand came to join the first. Both of his large hands covered all nine inches as his hips leapt off the bed to thrust against them. His arms were rigid as his biceps bulged from underneath the skin as he fucked his hands. Sweat has begun to bead on his forehead and his chest, glistening in the soft dark hairs that dusted it. With every stroke his hips came off the bed as he cried out, his hands squeezing tighter around him. “I’ve been waitin’ a long time to fuck ya Emmy. I need to be inside ya, love.” He moaned in his sleep.

His words should have shocked her but it had just the opposite effect. Emmy bit her lip as she felt the wetness between her thighs. She wanted nothing more than to walk over there and give him exactly what he was asking for. But that would ruin the moment and that would mean she would have to stop watching him.

Gerry was moving at an almost frantic pace now. While one hand stayed around the base, he twisted his other hand around him as it slid up to tease the tip. “So fuckin’ tight love. Only me…I’m the only one who’s gonna do this to ya.” He moaned loudly, caught up in the most realistic dream of his life.

Hearing those words Emmy forgot where she was and moaned along with him. Suddenly she clapped her hand over her mouth. She looked panicked as she watched him never missing a beat.

As her moan reached him, Gerry roared, believing that was only part of his dream. His hips jerked up hard and fast as his cock twitched. “I’m so damn close love.” He moaned to his dreamland lover. “So fuckin’ close.” The muscles in his legs and thighs tightened as he nearly lifted his lower body off the bed. His face scrunched up as jolts of pure pleasure hit him like a ton of bricks. He thrust up again as his body exploded. “I’m comin’ Emmy. Fuck me but I’m comin’!” His release rolled over him like a tidal wave as hot white coated his hands and stomach. His body fell back onto the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

Emmy knew that he would be opening his eyes any second now. She wanted to stay...look him in the eyes and let him know she had seen everything, but another part of her was in shock. Seeing Gerry caught up in a moment of such raw lust and passion had her shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. She had to walk away, partly afraid that if she stayed they would be faced with the same problem as last night, no protection. Giving him one final look, she quickly fled from the bedroom.

Gerry’s eyes opened slowly as he woke up fully and he blinked several times. “What fuckin’ time is it Emmy love?” His voice was gravelly as he turned his head to look for her. Finding himself in an empty bed he noticed that his hand and body felt wet and sticky. As his head tilted down his eyes widened as he groaned. “Oh bloody fucking hell!” He let his head fall back against the pillow as he closed his eyes. What the fuck have I done, he cringed. It had been a long time since he had a wet dream. He suddenly felt as stupid as schoolboy.

His head jerked up and he cringed when he saw the open door. Oh shit, how much did Emmy hear? Emmy, he smiled to himself. He remembered he had been dreaming about her, about how he almost took her right in the bathroom last night. Shame flooded over him as he tried to get off the bed without making a mess. He knew that Emmy was a virgin and she needed her first time to be right. In the middle of the bathroom, up against the bathroom door was not it. Then there was the little problem of protection.

As he walked to the bathroom a million thoughts plagued him. Why are you doing this? Maybe Tonya’s right. If you can’t tell her you love her, you have no business wanting to be with her, he yelled at himself. He stared into the mirror. His dark hair was sticking up in all directions and several days worth of scruff covered his jaw. “Why would she pick someone like me?” He sighed as he turned towards the shower.

* * * * * *

Gerry fiddled with the sheet music as a full costume rehearsal went on around him. While Emmy was going over her solo in The Point of No Return with David Cullen, his mind was far on his job. He hung back near an old piano as he hunched over deep in his own thoughts. All day his mind had been on Emmy. What exactly did he feel? His chest tightened as he thought about how beautiful she was. She was so caring and warm. It had been three days since he had his “dream” at her house. He felt the blush flood over his cheeks as he thought about his behavior that night before. Barging in and scaring the shit out of Emmy had not been his intention but she took it with ease. She was always there for him. Suddenly he thought about his life if she weren’t in it. What would he do if he suddenly lost her? A cold feeling of dread passed over him. As if needing her now more than ever, Gerry looked up to find her.

Emmy was doing a quick breathing exercise. She hated wearing corsets but it was part of the job. David was telling her that he wanted her to try her solo again. “I’m sorry I’ll get it right this time.”

David smiled gently at the young woman. “No, it’s fine. Just remember, your voice needs to be more husky. Look at your Phantom as you sing these sensual words to him. We’ll start with, I have come here.”

Emmy nodded as she raised her head and found Gerry staring right at her. She cocked her head as if to ask if he was ok. He had been acting strangely for three days now. She couldn’t place her finger on it but something was definitely off. Suddenly she got her cue from David and she began to sing. Looking over at Gerry, putting everything into this song.

I have come here,
Hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind I’ve already imagined
Our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent,
Now I am here with you
No second thoughts
I’ve decided
Decided.

Hearing her voice call out to him Gerry was frozen in his spot. Her voice took on that one of a siren, luring him to his death. Only it wasn’t his life being taken from him, but every doubt he had ever had. His eyes opened wide as he began to mumble low as it hit him instantly. “I love her.” It was as if a cloud had been lifted from his eyes. In a sense, his own mask had been taken off. “I love her.” He mumbled again as if not believing the words.

Past the point of no return
No going back now
Our passion-play has now at last begun.

Past all thought of right or wrong
One final question
How long should we two wait before we’re one?

When will the blood begin to race
The sleeping bud burst into bloom
When will the flames at last CONSUME us?

Emmy was now staring into Gerry’s eyes as she let the last notes trickle from her throat. He has this wide ear-to-ear grin as he spoke to himself. “I love her. I love Emmy.” It all made sense now. Never before had he felt comfortable using the L word. No other woman had captured his heart the way Emmy did. He knew right then that if Emmy asked; he’d give up everything for her in a heartbeat. “I love her!” He began to raise his voice. He began to laugh, almost manically, as the thought ran rampant in his head. “I LOVE HER!” He slammed his hands down on the piano making a deafening sound. “I LOVE HER! I LOVE HER! I LOVE HER!” He laughed. That’s when he noticed the room was deathly silent. Emmy had stopped singing and David had stopped playing.

He looked up to find everyone looking at him. Emmy had this worried look on her face, as her eyes searched his face. David stared at him as if he had lost his mind. But Andrew was quite used to the strange habits of his star. He had a wry grin on his face as he walked over to Gerry. “Gerard my boy, you are just now figuring this out?” He patted Gerry’s back. “You’ve done the movie and now the rehearsals and you just now discovered the Phantom loves Christine?” He chuckled as he shook his head, walking away, misunderstanding Gerry's outburst.

“Why don’t we take a break?” David suggested as he stood up. “Everyone back here in five minutes.”

Emmy nodded but she was startled as Gerry marched up to her and gently took her arm. “I need to talk to you.” He whispered in her ear. “Now!” There was an underlying huskiness to his voice.

“Are you ok?” She whispered back, keeping an eye on where Andrew was. “Gerry are you feeling well?” She put a hand on his arm. Her eyes searched his. He didn’t look angry but the tone of his voice said he meant business.

Gerry couldn’t hold back the smile on his face. “Come on.” He tugged on her arm as he led her into the backstage area. “Follow me.” They brushed past stagehands as they tried to make their escape.

His pace was quick and Emmy could hardly keep up with him. “Gerry where are we going?” She tried to catch up and nearly stumbled into him. “Hold up, I can’t breathe in this thing.” She was nearly panting now.

Reaching his dressing room, he flung open the door as he dragged her with him. “We have a couple of minutes to be alone.” He ushered her in before he locked the door. Turning around he had a smirk on his face.

Putting a hand to her stomach Emmy gulped down air. “What was that all about in there?” She looked up at him.

“I love you.”

Emmy froze staring up at him. She held her breath, not sure she heard him correctly. His green eyes were twinkling and he had that smirk on his face. “You…what?” She couldn’t stop herself from asking. No this had to be a dream.

“I love you. I’m in love with you Emmanuelle Grey Rossum.” Gerry cupped her face as he whispered to her. “I know I’ve been a fucking asshole not telling you sooner. Especially when you whispered it to me that night. God I wanted to let you know how much you mean to me.” He sighed. “I’m so sorry, love. I’ll make it up to you I swear. I mean-“ He was suddenly stopped as Emmy placed a finger against his lips, silencing him.

“You heard me that night?” Seeing him nod, she began to blush. “I didn’t think you heard me.”

“Don’t be embarrassed love.” He whispered against her finger. “Hearing you whisper that to me helped me to realize that I really love you.” He took her hand and kissed her palm, swirling his tongue over the skin. “I’m in love with you, Emmy.”

“You love me?” She looked up at him, her voice soft. “These just aren’t words to you?” She cringed knowing how horrible that sounded.

His hands came down to wrap around her waist and pull her close to him. “God no Emmy. That’s why it took me so long. I wanted to make sure before I told you.” He reached up and cupped the back of her neck. “I love you, Emmanuelle.” He whispered before his lips came down to her’s.

As he began to kiss her, Emmy moaned as she opened her mouth for him. His tongue plunged into her mouth as the kiss instantly turned steamy. If she thought she couldn’t breathe before, now she was panting. “I love you Gerard.”

Hearing that from her lips had Gerry groaning. “You’re mine Emmy Grey. Never forget that. I’m the one who loves you.” He found himself rambling like a fool. “I love you.” He gave a nervous laugh. After taking all this time to tell her, he found he couldn’t stop.

“Well you know, Jamie loves me.” Emmy couldn’t help herself as she began to laugh. When she saw the look on Gerry’s face, she laughed harder.

Gerry’s jaw dropped slightly as he stared at her. Then he began to chuckle. “Aye, that he does lass. That he does.” He winked as he used his best highlander voice.

There was a sudden knock on the dressing room door as a stagehand called out. “Mr. Butler, David is looking for you.”

“I’ll be right there.” Gerry called out. He looked down at Emmy. “Let me go out first then you can follow.” When she nodded, he cupped her face and kissed her softly. “I love you Emmy.” He flashed his sexy smile before turning to walk to the door. Opening the door, he winked at her before he walked out.

Emmy stared at the door as she tried to catch her breath. What had happened in the last few days? Taking one deep breath she reached for the door. Right now she didn’t care. A smug smirk appeared on her lips. “He loves me.” She laughed to herself as she walked out to rejoin the rehearsal.

* * * * * *

Emmy yawned as she turned the page of her novel, Outlander. She was spending the night with Jamie Fraser while Gerry was out having dinner with Tonya. He told her that he and his assistant needed to talk. Things had been strained between Gerry and Tonya, and Emmy could see how much it was hurting him. This dinner was important for both of them. Checking her watch, she found that it had grown quite late. She hated to close the book, not wanting to let go of the sexy fictional Scot in her head. While her own Scot was off gallivanting around London, she was snuggled up in her bed picturing herself in Claire’s shoes.

Just then, the phone rang and without looking up from the book, Emmy grabbed it. “Hello?”

“Have I told ya how much I love ya, Emmy Grey?” A thick sexy Scottish brogue came across the line.

A smile tugged at her lips as Emmy laid down the book. “Jamie, oh baby I was wondering when you’d call.” She bit her lip to try and hold back the laughter. “I missed you Jamie. But where did you get that sexy accent from? I could have sworn you said you were from Long Beach.”

There was a low growl on the phone as Gerry spoke low and deep. “You’re mine Emmanuelle. I’ll not share you with anyone, much less some imaginary man who can’t satisfy you the way I can.” Hearing her laughter, he chuckled. “I missed you tonight.”

“Did you and Tonya talk?” Emmy snuggled down in the bed.

“Ya. Everything is worked out and she’s talking to me again. I apologized for what I said.” Gerry sighed.

“Well that’s good.” Emmy told him. When there was silence on the phone, she frowned. “Gerry is something wrong?” There was more silence on the phone. “Gerry?”

“It’s nothing really…it’s just that..” Gerry stumbled over the words.

“What?” Emmy pressured him. “Tell me.”

“I’m horny!” He whined. The voice he used reminded Emmy of a little boy who just had his favorite toy taken away. He sounded so forlorn it bordered on pitiful. “I’m so horny.”

Emmy couldn’t hold back her laughter as she began to giggle. Hearing him growl on the other end of the line had her laughing more.

“It’s not fucking funny.” He grumbled.

“Like hell it’s not.” She wiped her eyes. “Only you could sound so cute when that sexually frustrated.”

“I can’t fucking stand this!” Gerry sighed. “I need you so bad Emmy. I want you so bad.”

“So what’s stopping you?” Emmy murmured seductively into the phone.

Hearing the tone in her voice had Gerry moaning low. “Tonya is staying over tonight. We have an early morning meeting with my agent tomorrow. Otherwise, I’d be over there in a heartbeat. You don’t know how much I’d rather be there in bed with you.”

“Then I don’t know how I can help you.” Emmy sighed as she went to grab her book.

“I know of a way.” The voice that spoke to her now was husky and filled with promises. Before Emmy could say anything, there was a sound as if he was licking his lips or something. “What are ya wearing, Emmy?”

Emmy blinked as the book dropped out of her hand. “Gerry what are you doing?”

“Just answer the question, love. What are you wearing?” Gerry asked again. “Tell me Emmy.” His voice was raspy.

Between the sound of his voice and the question, Emmy looked down. “I’m wearing the nightgown I bought on my first trip here.”

There was a long groan as Gerry struggled to speak. “The gauzy white one with the thin straps?”

“Yea.” Emmy swallowed hard.

“Oh fuck. I love that on you. God when you wear that I can see your nipples under it.” Gerry moaned. There was a quick sound and if Emmy wasn’t listening closely as she was, she would have missed it.

“Gerry what are you doing?” Emmy felt her mouth go dry.

“I can’t help it Emmy. I need to do this.” Gerry’s voice was full of unspent lust.

“But what are you doing? Tell me.” Emmy whispered, as her eyes grew wide.

“Do you really want to know?” The hint of naughtiness mixed with his accent had his voice causing tingles all up and down her spine. When there was silence, he asked again. “Do ya Emmy?”

“Yes.” She tried to find her voice.

“I’m undoing my jeans; you know the black button up ones that you love.” Gerry whispered low into the mouthpiece of the phone. “I’m so fucking hard Emmy. All night all I could think about was you. You’re all I think about anymore and with always the same results.”

“Oh god.” Emmy closed her eyes and leaned back against the headboard. In her mind’s eye, she could see the jeans Gerry was talking about. She made the mistake of telling him how she liked to watch his ass in them. He never let her live it down.

There was a sudden hiss on the phone with Gerry moaning low in his throat afterwards. “Oh hell. Fuck ya.” There was a sound of moving material.

“Gerry what are you doing now?” Emmy knew that she probably shouldn’t have asked. But she desperately wanted to know. “Before you ask, yes I want to know.”

He chuckled, a low sexy sound. “I just pushed down my jeans and boxers a bit. Not easy when you have full fucking hard on. Denim isn’t very cooperating.”

Emmy gulped as she bit her lip. “Does this mean that you…”

“I’ve got my whole hand over it, Emmy.” He breathed heavily. “I can’t help it love. I’m thinking about you.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“All I can think of is the things I wanna do to you, Emmy.” Gerry moaned as he gave himself a long stroke. “If I was there now, oh the things that I’d be doing.” A low growl could be heard as he hissed again.

“Tell-“ She started.

“Oh no. Not until you do something for me.” Gerry told her. “I don’t wanna do this alone.”

“What do you want me to do?” Emmy asked nervously. This was the first time she had done anything like this. The thought of Gerry in his bed, his hand wrapped around nine hard inches, had her aroused beyond anything she had known before.

“Are you wearing panties?” Gerry choked out.

There was several seconds of silence before Emmy managed to whisper low into the phone. “No.”

That response had Gerry growling in her ear as he rasped out. “Touch yourself Emmy. Do it for me. Think of me there with you. Imagine me there, my fingers brushing over you.” He coaxed her with the pure seduction in his voice.

Emmy pulled up her nightgown slowly until it pooled around her waist. Keeping her eyes closed, her hand crept down until her fingertips brushed along her damp curls. She bit back a moan as she felt how wet she was.

“Don’t hold it back Emmanuelle.” Gerry warned. “I want to hear it, every part of it. Hearing you makes me harder. I’m there with you right now. It’s not you doing that, it’s me. You’re so wet.” He whispered as if he were right next to her.

“I’m using my fingers to rub myself.” Emmy let go and told him what she was doing. “I’m so wet Gerry, just like you said. You do that to me, your voice. My fingers are sliding over my bud. I’m trailing a finger around it slowly.”

“Fuck Emmy! You’re killing me here.” Gerry exclaimed. “I’m lying in my bed, my jeans are down by my knees. I have my cock in my hand; my thumb is brushing over the head. You know I had a dream about you the other day. You were sucking me, god your mouth.” He found it hard to breathe as his hand slid up and down the shaft.

“Yea I know. God it was hot.” Emmy blurt out, not knowing what she was saying as her fingers teased her folds.

“What? What was hot?” Gerry asked suddenly.

Emmy’s eyes snapped open as she cringed. “Um I’m just playing along here. I mean if I had been there, I would have done that.” She hoped to god that he bought it. She would never admit to watching him come in her bed by his own hand.

He moaned her name long and slow as he thrust up against his hand. “Oh Emmy…” He licked his lips. “Slide your fingers inside, just like I did in the bathtub. You felt so fucking good that night. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to be inside you. You were so hot for me. Feeling you come around my fingers had me nearly coming in my pants.”

His words were exciting her more as Emmy did what he asked. Her fingertips tentatively dipped inside her. A hot flush spread over her body as she thought about what this must look like. Her fingers pushed farther as she cried out.

“Yes Emmy! Just like that!” Gerry roared into the phone. “Deeper Emmy. Slide them in all the way.”

“It feels so good, Gerry.” Emmy moaned.

“I know it does love. I want it to feel good. Think about me Emmy. I’m the one doing that to you. Those are my fingers inside of you again. I love fucking ya with my fingers. I love hearing your moans as I drive them deeper and harder inside you.” He was panting now as his hand moved up and down furiously as he thrust his hips against it.

Emmy was now lifting her hips as she moved her fingers in and out. She could barely hold onto the phone as the pressure of an orgasm pushed her along. Her body was tight and it begged for release. Her fingers were soaked as she began to feel her orgasm. “Oh god Gerry…I can’t take this anymore.”

“The fuck it, let go Emmy. Come for me. I want to hear you come, love. Use your fingers to make yourself come.” Gerry knew he wasn’t far from joining her. “By now I’d be inside you, driving myself deep inside, never stopping.” When he heard her cry out as her climax hit, he found himself nearly screaming into the phone. “YES! Come for me Emmy! God let me hear.”

The orgasm ripped through Emmy as her whole body tightened for a brief time as the pleasure boiled over her. She felt back against the bed, crying out his name.

Hearing her come over the phone, Gerry lost it. “Oh fuck Emmy…I’m coming baby. Shit, I’m coming! Yesss!” He hissed through clenched teeth. His cock twitched in his hand as it exploded, covering his fist. His eyes were snapped shut as he roared his release. After it was all over, his body slumped back onto the bed.

There was dead silence on the phone for a few minutes. Gerry tried to find the strength to speak, but his voice came out barely above a whisper. “Emmy, are you there?”

“I’m here.” She answered quietly.

“Did you really-“

“Yea. Did you?” She asked timidly. By now, her cheeks were bright red. Never in her life would she imagine doing this.

“Oh hell ya. It felt so fucking good.” Gerry let out a half laugh, half groan. “You were incredible. That was so intense.”

“That’s the first time I’ve ever done that.” She admitted shyly.

“How did it feel?” Gerry asked her as he fought a smirk.

“Amazing. It would be better if you were here doing it yourself, but your voice has a way of taking care of it when you can’t be here.” Emmy found herself confessing.

“I know love. Trust me; I want to be there so badly. Lying next to you helps me sleep better. But just think, opening night is the day after tomorrow. We should save what’s left of our energy.” He chuckled.

Emmy laughed softly. “I should let you go. You have that early morning meeting.”

Gerry groaned. “He does this shit on purpose. He knows I can’t stand getting up early. But now I have to go take a shower.”

“Ok the thought of you naked in a shower after this is too much excitement for me right now.” Emmy teased.

Gerry laughed. “Trust me baby, when I make love to you the first time it will be more exciting than this.” When he heard her suck in her breath, he couldn’t keep the pure masculine smirk from his face. “But you need sleep to. Goodnight Emmy Grey. I love you. Never forget that. I love you baby.”

“I love you Gerry. I could never forget you love me. You show me everyday. Now go take your shower and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Emmy whispered into the phone.

“Ok love. Bye Emmy.”

When she heard him hang up, Emmy put the phone down. Taking a deep breath the memory of what she had just done caused her to blush. As she went to get up off the bed, her abandoned book caught her eye. Smirking, she stood up. “Sorry Claire. No offense to Jamie, but I’ve got the sexiest Scot around.”
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