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Hell's Smitten	By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is fiction, I do not know Gordon Ramsay and I make no money off this story!

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Thursday, July 4th, 2013
The elevator dings as it reaches the roof and slides the doors open. I look over my shoulder to see if anyone is watching me, and I breathe a sigh of relief as I see that no one has noticed me leaving.
I step into the elevator and press the button to go to our floor. As I wait for the elevator to descend, I try wringing the pool water out of my hair. The elevator 'dings' again as I reach my destination and the doors open once more.
The hallways are long and the doors are spaced far apart. They must be huge rooms!
After a while walking, I reach the red team's room, room 408. I quickly slip inside and look around. There are two twin beds on the left wall, a large window overlooking the city and a big flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. There is an alcove with a sofa and a mini-fridge tucked away on the side. No one seems to have been in here yet but me. I've got to make sure that I don't give any reason for people to be suspicious of me or my whereabouts. I open the bathroom and turn the shower on cold so as to not waste warm water. The towel I had been carrying was soaking wet, so I hung it up next to the shower. As an extra precaution, I take the 'do not disturb' sign off the end table and hang it on the bathroom door, just in case. I shut the door and exit the hotel room.
I walk a bit further until I reach the room labeled with a golden '410' and stand in front of the door, my breath caught in my throat.
After a moment, I unfreeze myself, realizing that I can't be seen standing outside a door that isn't mine and not come off suspiciously to anyone who might be coming down to the red or blue team rooms. I knock on the door.
**SMUT BELOW WARNING!**
In just a second or two, the door opens and I see Gordon smiling widely down at me. He bends down and picks me up, curling me into his chest and letting the door close behind him as he carries me into the room.
"I was worried you wouldn't make it," he says while carrying me through the room.
"Sorry, I just had to be sure no one saw me and that everything looked convinc-" he tosses me down as I'm speaking onto the king-sized bed in the middle of the room, the last part of my sentence comes out as I bounce on the bed, "-ing!"
He then climbs onto the bed over me and nuzzles his face into the side of my neck. I giggle as I wrap my arms around his back.
"Thank you for being so cautious, love," he mumbles into my neck, "I love that I can trust you and that you trust me. How did I ever get so lucky?" he asks.
"You?? Lucky? You meant to say me, right?" I say as I thread my fingers through his hair on the back of his head. I feel him smile into my neck before he lightly kisses the same spot and pulls back to look at me.
"I definitely meant me. You have no idea how long I've been looking for someone like you," he says sincerely as he brushes back my still wet hair from my forehead with his fingertips.
"What do you mean? You don't do this often?" I wave my wrist to indicate both of us and our current position with a wry grin.
He looks bashful for a moment. It is insanely cute.
"No, actually, I don't. In case you haven't noticed, I'm the most famous celebrity chef in the world. Not to toot my own horn, but with such a status comes a lot of bloody press. They're goddamn vultures looking for anything they can to slander me with. You know, typical paparazzi things, take a picture here, destroy a livelihood there..." he trails off as he leans down to kiss me and I reach my head up to meet him. He sighs against my lips and relaxes until he's nearly laying on top of me. I wiggle trying to get comfortable and he pushes himself up a bit to give me some space, breaking apart our kiss.
"I have to ask, how did you even manage to get into a position where your wife trusted you to do something like this- especially with your status and everything?" I question, running one hand down his chest and to the bottom of his t-shirt.
"I'll tell you later, it's a bit of a long story. For now, we only have an hour at max," he grins as I reach my hand under his shirt, "and I have a lot more I want to do than just talk. I hope you don't mind," he says, his voice getting husky as his eyes move from mine and roam my body.
I shake my head silently, entranced by the feel of his chest beneath my fingers. Gordon participates in triathlons but I had never expected him to be so solid, what with his job involving having to constantly eat food. He puts one knee on either side of me and sits up, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion.
The light fixture behind his head gives his blond hair a white halo of light. I lay in awe beneath him, completely believing that I'm dreaming at this moment. This can't possibly be real.
He puts one hand behind my back on the bed and unties my bikini top. I nervously break eye contact with him as he pulls my bikini top over my head, revealing my breasts.
Gordon takes my chin in his fingers and draws me up to him again, forcing me to look into his eyes. They are burning with the same flame I saw ignite when we were on the boat together and he'd first asked me if I was available for him to take. He leans down and this time he lightly takes my lower lip in his teeth and bites down softly. I moan and curl my fingers into the bedsheets, unable to stop myself.
One of his hands moves down to my breast and squeezes it. He releases my lower lip from his mouth then moves his head until he's inches away from my nipple. He licks it then blows cool air over the top of it, causing it to stiffen. He looks up at me with a cheeky grin before he takes my nipple into his mouth and rolls his tongue over it. I hiss through my teeth and feel my body tense up, my fingers digging even more into the bed.
"G-Gordon, please..." I manage to say.
He raises his head up from my breast and raises his eyebrows.
"Yes, darling?" his smooth British accent tantalizes me.
I blush, unable to continue what I had wanted to ask. He catches on though and one corner of his mouth raises into a smirk.
"You want something from me?" he asks, one hand trailing down my stomach.
I nod, squeezing my eyes shut as his hand travels further down my body.
He loops one finger through the chain at the side of my bikini bottom and lightly tugs it.
"You want me, love?" he says as he raises his brilliant blue eyes to meet mine as I peek down at him.
"Y-yes please, Gordon..." I whisper.
"What was that?" he teases, tugging the side of my bikini bottoms just a bit lower.
"Please, Gordon! Please, I want you!" I respond, maybe a bit too loudly this time.
He cocks his head to the side and with one smooth pull, he removes my bikini bottoms. The bed is wet underneath me from where I had been in the pool just a little while earlier.
Ramsay's fingers dance at my entrance before he slips one index finger inside me. I squirm under his touch.
"Excited, are we?" he asks, thrusting his finger a bit quicker into me. I can't really respond, so I nod again.
"Me too, love," he concurs as he withdraws from me. I whimper as my eyes open at the loss of his touch.
Gordon stands up from the bed and removes his pants. His swimming trunks are stiff with a long, thick indent running down the left side.
"You see why I couldn't go swimming with you." He indicates himself with a wave of his hand, "This is what you do to me when I see you, so I couldn't very well swim comfortably. At least not before this..."
He curls his finger, beckoning me towards him. I sit up in the bed, scooting until I'm at the edge.
"Take them off," he demands, placing one hand on my shoulder.
I nod and grab the sides of his swimming trunks, holding my breath.
"Well?" he taunts me, his eyes sparkling, "we can't do anything like this, darling."
I yank his trunks down and gasp, in momentary shock as his cock stands tall in front of me.
"Take it, it's yours..." he murmurs, his other hand reaching behind my head.
Using both hands, I take hold and stroke him. He leans his head back, his eyes closing slightly in pleasure.
Hesitantly, I lean forward and take his cock into my mouth. It's thick, I can feel my mouth stretching to accommodate him. His fingers dig into the back of my head as I begin to trace the sides of him with my tongue.
"Fuck, you're amazing," he groans, his hips thrusting towards me. His cock goes deeper into my throat, causing me to gag. I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes, but I don't stop. His hands now move to the sides of my head and I feel his fingers weave through my hair. My airway is blocked and after a while, I meet slight resistance before he releases me to catch my breath. There is a small pop and a thin line of saliva trails from the head of his cock to my lips as I look up at him.
"Fuck me," he says under his breath, wiping a tear from my eye with his thumb. "You're so fucking beautiful."
He leans down into me and kisses me deeply, his tongue roaming my mouth as he joins me on the bed. His hands grab my hips and he pushes me back into the center of the plush sheets, never breaking our kiss. It is only when I feel him there that I gasp against his lips. He leans back from me and has a small, hesitant smile.
"Are you absolutely sure you want this, love? There's no going back from here, you know..." he says, "Please don't say yes unless you're absolutely sure. I don't want either of us to regret anyth-"
I raise one finger to his lips and silence him.
"Yes, Gordon, yes. Yes, a million times. I want this, please..." I take my finger from his lips and reach down to grab his cock, positioning it right at my entrance. I don't give him a moment to object before I push my hips up into him, enveloping him in myself.
His breath gets caught in his throat for a moment as I move against him. Only when I hear him exhale does he join me, plunging himself deeper into me. My hands fly up and wrap around his back, my nails digging into him as he moves against me.
He kisses me again as my body shudders against his, my muscles already telling me I'm close to cumming. I've never came this fast before, but I'd spent nearly the entire time I've been at Hell's Kitchen on my mind and any time we'd gotten together had only been an intoxicating tease.
Gordon pulls back from our kiss and grips my hair in his hand, gaining momentum with each thrust.
"I'm gonna cum, Gordon!" I shout, my body writhing as my muscles begin to spasm. He slows down momentarily as the walls of my pussy pulse against his cock. My fingers relax and my hands fall back down to the bed. My entire body released all its tension and in this moment, it feels as if I'm floating.
When my eyes flutter open, Gordon is smiling down at me, just barely pushing himself in and out of me.
"That was fast," he teases, "Do you think you have the energy to cum again?"
My lips curl into a smile.
"Give it to me and we'll see."
That's all the indication he needed. He pulls me up from laying down. I wrap my legs around his hips and he sits up in the bed on his knees.
Gordon starts with slowly rotating my hips against his. I lean my head back and feel my hair spill from my shoulders over my back. He takes one hand and trails it from the top of my neck all the way down my body until he reaches my butt. He squeezes, then lifts me and pulls me back down onto him. His cock is big enough that he can pick me up and move me about freely without coming out of me. It feels insanely good to be manipulated so easily by his hands. The way he moves me it's like I weigh nothing to him.
When my head comes forward again, Ramsay puts his forehead against mine. "I've wanted this ever since I first saw you. Then, when I saw you cook, I wanted you even more. You're perfect for me, (Y/N)," he lifts me and pulls me down even deeper onto his cock, eliciting a sharp inhale from me.
If I could respond, I'd tell him how I wanted him too, ever since I first saw him in person. I may have wanted him before even then, but I can't say for sure since I'd always considered him as my mentor. Any thoughts of being with him must have been repressed until I saw him in person and the feelings came rushing forth like a dam breaking.
I can feel my walls tightening around him once more. He kisses me as he continues to thrust into me. I begin to feel light-headed as I struggle to take a breath, breaking our kiss and wrapping my arms around his neck for balance as he moves within me. The burgeoning feeling of my impending peak gets too much to bear and I tightly wrap my legs around him, squeezing him into me as my body shakes with an more powerful orgasm than the first.
It is then that I feel his cock pulsating as well, the warm stickiness of his cum fills me up as I bite my lower lip and my eyes feel like they're going to roll back into my head. He lays me on my side on the bed and slumps down behind me, curling me against him and into his arms. Thick cum dribbles out of me and onto the bedsheets. I can feel his softening cock pressed up against my butt.
Hesitantly I turn my head.
"Gordon?"
"Mmmh?" he mumbles into the back of my head.
"Did you really just cum inside of me? I'm not on the pill you know," I say shakily. I didn't think to bring birth control to a cooking competition!
His arm wraps around my stomach and pulls me closer to him.
"It's quite alright, love. I'm basically infertile," he says, turning me to lay on my back so he can look at me. His hair is tousled and he has a cute little exhausted grin on his face.
"What? Really?" I ask.
He nods, his eyes hazy after our passionate lovemaking. He has one arm under my head, his elbow bent so that he can play with my hair between his fingers. The other arm is wrapped around my torso protectively.
"How do you know? I mean, that you're infertile? You have kids, right?" my voice wavers.
"I do. But years of working under high-stress conditions, not to mention the stove basically cooking my balls as I stand near it has lowered my sperm count into the single digits. Megan and the twins are thanks to IVF, and we had to try more times than I could've counted before my wife and I conceived Tilly. I'm sure we have nothing to worry about."
I place one hand on his bare chest, sleek with sweat, before relaxing. If he says it's OK, then it's probably OK. I try to let myself enjoy the feeling of his- the Gordon Ramsay's- cum inside of me rather than worrying about the possibilities... I'll just have to trust him like he trusts me.
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