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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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Sunday, July 7th, 2013
The corners of Gordon's lips pull up into a smile.
"You did really well, (Y/N). Tana definitely approves of you. I told you she'd like you," he says as he turns his torso to me and wraps his other arm around my waist.
"That was crazy. I never thought I'd be meeting my boyfriend's wife at any point in my life. At least not with everyone fully knowledgeable and consenting to the situation," I say, my voice still a little shaky as I try to untangle the emotions that dredged up in me from who knows where.
At the word 'boyfriend', Gordon's face lights up.
"It's nearly overwhelming how good it feels when you call me that. 'Boyfriend'. I feel like a love-struck teenager. I love you, (Y/N), you make me feel incredible," he declares, holding me into his firm chest.
I trail my hands up the sides of his back and curl my fingers around his shoulders from behind.
"You are incredible, Gordon, and you make me feel the same. I love you too..." I draw my head back from his chest and give him a genuine smile, trying to hide the trepidation in my voice.
"But what?" he asks, catching on to my hesitation. I wince. Hiding anything from this man is proving to be impossible.
"I mean... I've never done anything like this before. Seeing someone I'm in love with kiss someone else was... unsettling," I gulp down some air before continuing, Gordon's concerned gaze locked onto my eyes, "I know she's your wife and I know she was here way before me, but I've still never experienced feelings like that before... Jealousy, mostly," I nearly whispered the last bit.
He kisses my forehead and I can feel his words through the vibrations of his lips against me, "Don't you think I understand? My wife spends more time with her boyfriend than she does with me. Of course, that's my fault for being such a busybody. But still, it took me a long while to get used to seeing her with him. They are so happy and so obviously in love, I felt so strongly about it I almost had to end our relationship once when we'd fought and she'd went on to his house to cool down, it enraged me so much," he mumbles before pulling back and looking into my eyes.
"But it turns out him being there makes us stronger. When she went to visit him, she talked to him about our argument and came home with a solution to our issue that neither of us had thought of. Plus, I know she's not lonely without me there. I know she's not getting up to anything we haven't already discussed. He was already my friend before, but we've only become better and better friends as time has gone on. Now, I wouldn't want her to be without him. He just enhances both our lives so much that it would feel like we were missing something if he wasn't there. Usually, when I'm home he's not around to give Tana and I alone time, but he's always a welcome presence when he is," Gordon finishes.
"So would I be the same thing for you? Would I be traveling with you?" I ask tentatively.
Gordon shrugs his shoulders. "Honestly, I don't know what we'll do. Surely if you travel with me, people will eventually notice," he says, then takes my cheek in the palm of his hand as I begin to lower my head dejectedly.
His warm blue eyes provide a safe haven for me to sink into as he responds, "Nothing can stay a secret forever. They will find out, eventually. But don't think I don't want people to know. I do love you, and I want you with me. Even if that will be a tough thing for the public to swallow, so be it. I've been mired in controversy all my life simply for my attitude, I'm sure we can handle it," he pauses to give me a quick kiss before he continues.
"That is if you're prepared for that eventuality. I haven't forgotten that this show is your first step into the world of being on television. Being with me, especially as my lover, will show you a whole new side of people I'm sure you will not enjoy. Tabloids will be filled with lies about you and me. People will accuse you to your face of terrible things. Unfortunately, it's inevitable. Most people barely even know what polyamory is, much less accept it," he grimaces.
"That's why Tana's boyfriend has always been a secret. We're still friends, so it makes sense for him to come over. But they've never left his or my house with their secret. You and I will be entirely new territory. We'll be on more magazine covers than Janet Jackson's tit, I can promise you that," he jokes.
A small part of me screams at the thought of all of the attention. I've never been one to enjoy people's eyes on me and coming to a TV show was already a major step outside of my comfort zone. Now, whenever word gets out, I'll be seen as a home-wrecking harlot here to steal Tana's man. It doesn't matter what Tana says about the topic, people will believe what they want to believe. And usually, that amounts to whichever story is the juiciest being the one that people go with. Gordon might be used to the media spotlight by now, but I'm surely not.
Sensing my unease, Gordon squeezes me. "We'll try and keep it a secret for as long as possible to give you time to decide if that's what you really want. Your life will never be the same the moment word gets out. I don't want you to make such a huge decision without time to think about it. If you ever become uncomfortable or unsure, we can break it off and I promise I'll try not to beg you to stay," he gives me a heartfelt look as he says the last part of his sentence. I can feel that he's as close to asking me to try to brave the media storm as he'll ever get.
"Thank you, Gordon..." I begin, "I do want to be with you and I haven't deluded myself into thinking this can be a secret forever, but I'm nervous. No one really knows me, not since my parents died, and I don't want the world's first impression of me to be a negative one."
Gordon's face drops. "Your parents are dead?"
I nod. "Car accident when I was twenty-one. They were hit by a drunk driver on their way to visit my new apartment," I say, my voice wavering a bit.
He sighs and leans his forehead down onto mine. My eyes close as I take in the comfort of his presence.
"I'm so, so sorry. No one should have to lose their parents so young. You're strong to have made it so far on your own. Do you not have any siblings?" he asks.
"No, just me. Funnily enough, after they died you were my only role model left," I smile softly.
"Surely not? You don't curse nearly often enough for me to be your role model!" he teases gently.
I open my eyes and look determinedly into his. "Ever since I was sixteen, I've been following in your footsteps the best I can. You're why I'm here. I just figured Hell's Kitchen was the best way for an amateur like myself to have a chance at meeting you and having my mentor teach me one on one. I had no idea I'd make it this far in the competition," I admit truthfully.
He gives me a proud look. "When I first saw you, I knew you were going to make it far. You've prepared for this a lot more than the other chefs have. You've used techniques that can only be learned through years and years of practice. You're confident, creative and sexy as hell. I'm not sure if the last part helps with cooking, but it seems to have helped me, so I'll toss that on the end there," he grins cheekily.
I can't help myself from laughing. "You know just what to say, don't you? God, I miss you when we're apart," I find myself blurting out, "I want to hold you. I want to kiss you. I don't ever want to be away from you. I don't know how Tana does it..."
"She's a lot more independent than I'd expected when I first met her, that's for sure. Though I know she loves me, she also loves to spend time on her own. She's a busy woman, especially with four kids. I try to let her have her own space, but I'm definitely more clingy than she is," Gordon says, and as if to prove his point he lifts me by my waist and holds me to him, my head now level with his as I wrap my legs around his torso.
"I love that you're clingy. I need someone who needs me. Tana is so independent, I wish I was needed more," he says, then kisses my cheek.
"Well, I need you..." I begin, letting the hint linger in the air for a moment.
"I need you badly..." I continue. I reach up and tangle my fingers into his soft blond locks. His gaze burns into me.
"I need you right now," I finish. I pull his mouth into mine and kiss him with intense passion.
*If you can't already tell, smut below! ;)*
He tightens his grip on me as I try to wordlessly convey my deep-seated desires to him through our shared touch. He leads me to the sofa in the corner of his room and gently lays me down, breaking our kiss.
"You really leave a man hungry for more, you know that?" he growls, his eyes impatiently roaming my body as he stands over me.
"I'll be sure to give you a bigger portion size next time," I taunt him, sticking out my tongue and slightly lifting my shirt up to reveal my stomach and the underside of my bra.
He grabs the indent that's formed on the side of his leg. "I'll give you more than you can swallow, darling," he says as he swiftly undoes his pants.
"I'll try my best to prove you wrong," I say before sitting up on the couch and taking hold of the sides of his briefs. I pull them down and am greeted by his thick, delicious cock at eye level.
He starts to say something, more than likely trying to give a snarky response, but is silenced as I take the head into my mouth. He lets out some air from between his lips in a lustful sigh.
I begin working on his cock, this time using only my mouth and tongue. I hold the sides of his hips and push myself deeper down on him. He whimpers and arches his back while gripping my hair in one hand.
Keen to try and prove that I can, in fact, swallow his entire cock, I push myself even further, fighting against the urge to gag. My throat distends as I finally reach the base with my lips. His knees nearly buckle beneath him as he savors the feeling of being completely enveloped in my eager-to-please mouth.
I can only hold it for a second before I have to pull back. His dick pops from my mouth and stands just as tall as it had a moment before, but this time it's covered in a sheen of my saliva from head to base. I give him a proud look through my teary eyes.
"OK, damn, well, you weren't kidding then. I guess you can swallow it all. No one has ever accomplished that before," he says in wonder.
"Can I have your cock inside me, please?" I ask bluntly, feeling the heat and wetness of my excitement through my leggings. I'd proven him wrong, and now I want my reward.
"You just did, didn't you?" he begins joking, then catches my feisty look and lowers his voice to a rumble, "You know I wasn't going to let you leave this room without my cum inside of you one way or the other, right?" he says provocatively.
"Give it to me. Please, Gordon, I need you. I need your cum inside of me," I plead as I take off my shirt and unhook my bra, throwing them into the armchair across from us. This must be what it feels like to be an animal in heat. For a moment I wonder what's gotten into me. Usually, I'm shy and unable to voice my desires, but now I'm practically demanding to be fucked on Gordon's sofa. Maybe it was seeing him kiss his wife.
Fortunately, he seems eager to fulfill my every wish.
"As you say, my love," he leans down over me and in one swift motion he pulls off my leggings and soaked panties, throwing them on the pile with the rest of my clothes.
He grabs my knees and pushes them back until they're nearly at either side of my head. My pussy is welcoming, pretty and pink before him. He kneels onto the floor and then leans forward. He places gentle kisses around the outside of my pussy lips, causing me to shiver.
I reach one arm under his that is still holding my knees open and lock my fingers in through his hair. I push him into me, unable to take the tease any longer. Thankfully, he obliges and begins to play with my clit, rolling his tongue over it tantalizingly.
My legs tremble. His strong arms hold me down, defenseless and completely at his mercy. I feel his tongue slip into me and I grit my teeth, my body straining to thrash about with the intensity of the stimulation he's giving me.
"You taste bloody marvelous," he says when he finally draws back from my helpless, gleaming pussy. His eyes glint with pure lust.
"T-thank you, Gordon," I manage to say. He responds to my thanks by roughly tossing my knees to the side so that I'm laying across the couch.
"I'm going to fuck your pussy until it's so raw and tender you won't want to move," he snarls as he strokes his cock from beside me.
"Please, please do," I beg, throwing one of my legs over the back of the sofa and spreading the other one outward to give him as much space as possible.
He puts one knee on the sofa and leaves the other leg off the side, one foot firmly on the ground.
Gordon lifts my hips and guides my pussy to the tip of his cock. He lifts me slowly up and down, covering the head in the wetness of my eager pussy. He watches me carefully as I squirm, an amused expression on his face.
"I can't take it much more, Gordon, please I've been dying for this fo-" I squeak as he thrusts his cock into me fully, distending my lower belly with the impression of his dick from the inside as he holds me completely open for his taking.
I quiver in his hands as he starts to thrust harder into me, his foot on the ground giving him leverage to truly pound me into the cushions of the sofa.
I take my leg from over the sofa and throw it over his shoulder instead. He wraps his arm around the leg and kisses the side of it, still thrusting deeper and deeper.
I can feel the sofa cushion beneath my back sliding out from under me, but I don't have the strength to try to push it back into place. The cushion falls to the side and Gordon continues to fuck me on the now bare section of the couch. The missing cushion tilts me at an angle that allows him to drill even deeper inside, into places I didn't even know existed before.
The walls of my pussy start to spasm against him, but instead of pulling out he just drives himself into me and holds me, impaled on his cock while I cum. The endless sensation of his thickness within me keeps me cumming for a straight thirty seconds. By the time I'm finished, I feel completely exhausted. The muscles inside my pussy are straining against him. I'm definitely going to be feeling this tomorrow.
He leans down to kiss me, his cock just barely pulling out from his deep-seated impression he's carved inside of me. He pulls back and I look up to see his pearly white smile. I find myself returning the smile with a weak one of my own. Even my cheek muscles feel completely spent.
Gordon leans even further until his lips are next to my ear.
"I'm going to fill your tight little cunt up with my cum, (Y/N). I want you to keep it inside of you when you head back to the dorms. Do I make myself clear? Don't clean up until you get back to the room," he commands.
I nod. Unable to respond, I just bite my lower lip.
"Good girl," he says before he begins thrusting into me again. This time, he keeps a steady rhythm driving his cock into me. Once his face starts to contort with the tell-tale signs of him about to cum, he rams his cock into the deepest parts of me before letting loose his cum into my trembling pussy.
He slowly pulls his cock from me. When it finally comes all the way out, some cum follows it. I struggle to imagine how much I must be holding inside myself if there's already some dripping out.
Gordon helps me into a seated position and grabs the cushion from the floor, placing it back on the couch.
"That... was... amazing..." I manage to say, each breath I take sends shudders through me and threatens to spill the precious load I'd promised to keep.
"It was," Gordon sits down next to me on the couch and leans his head into my shoulder.
"I love you," he whispers sincerely, one hand moving to squeeze my thigh.
"I love you too, Gordon," I whisper in return, resting my cheek on his ruffled blond hair.
If only this moment could last forever.
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