Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero

by Mona Cox

  The more I stare, the more I realize that she has these flecks in her eyes that I hadn’t noticed before. I can’t tell from here what color those flecks are. Are they black? Dark brown? Dark green? I can’t tell, and I’m just itching to know.

  I break first. I can’t stand it any longer.

  I stand up abruptly. “I’m thinking a little coffee might help clear the brain,” I say loudly, interrupting Becca and Jason’s debate over the proper clothing that a woman should wear to work. I have to say, Carla’s short skirt and form-fitting jacket are a winning combo in my book. Anything to get a better look at those legs of hers. “Want to come with me, Carla?”

  “Sure!” she says brightly, jumping to her feet. “We’ll be back soon,” she tells the others, and without waiting for them to respond, she and I escape through the door. I can hear Biff pleading for them to start working on contract details, just as Becca and Jason start into each other again.

  Oh yeah, I’m happy to leave them behind. As soon as they stop spitting nails at each other, they’re gonna want to fuck, and I don’t want to be around for that. Let them do their courtship dance without me in attendance.

  I have my own courtship dance I want to do.

  46

  Carla

  We go back into the office area of the MSG and I drag him into the employee break room. It’s day time and we don’t have a show running at the moment, so there’s no one around. I swear to god, my hands are shaking. I never thought I’d react to someone like this.

  I never have before, that’s for damn sure.

  “Milk or creamer?” I ask him, burying my head in the fridge, fishing out my favorite coffee creamer. Who doesn’t love Dark Chocolate and Cream?

  “Oh no, I’m fine,” he says, and I realize he’s right behind me. “Should we go somewhere to get coffee?”

  “Oh no, I’m fine.” I unconsciously parrot his words back to him. Moment of truth: I’m mostly telling him no ‘cause I don’t know if my legs will carry me somewhere else to go buy coffee. Walking seems to have become a questionable pursuit right now.

  His hand brushes up against my neck and I jerk up from the fridge and spin around just as he looms over me, placing a hand above my head and leaning in to whisper, “I noticed.”

  Okay, also something that I’d never normally go for—cheesy pickup lines. I’d had them used on my entire life, thankyouverymuch. I don’t need some guy who can’t be more original than some of the most-used pick-up lines in the singles world.

  Except…Chase is sexy as fuck.

  And he’s staring down at me.

  And I swear to god, my knees are going to give out if this trembling keeps up.

  And it turns out that if Chase the Sexy Cowboy God is saying the cheesy pick-up lines, I don’t mind them as much. Or at all. Weird how that happens.

  He reaches up with his free hand to stroke me up my arm. “Are you okay?” he rumbles. “You’re trembling like a leaf.”

  “I…yeah. I just…I’m not around cowboys very often,” I say lamely.

  If his pick-up lines are cheesy, my witty repartee is also sorely lacking.

  “Truthfully, I didn’t even know there were cowboys around anymore. Didn’t you guys die out in the 1800s or something?”

  “Something like that,” he said with a laconic grin. “Maybe us cowboys just live for a real long time.”

  I roll my eyes at that. Vampire cowboys. As if. Even I knew there was no such thing.

  Right?

  He did look like he was going to start nibbling on my neck...

  I tilt my head to the side as an invitation. If I’m going to go all Bella Swan on his ass, I might as well enjoy it.

  “And you live in the country, right?” There was a big swath of the country that everyone likes to call the Flyover States but even I knew better than to call it that to his face. “On like a ranch or something?”

  His breath gets warmer as he gets closer. My eyes drift shut. “Something like that,” he whispers, right before his lips touch my neck.

  Oh god, oh god, oh god, I can’t breathe.

  “Ohhhhh…” I squeal incoherently, feeling his warm lips on my skin and then his tongue is flicking out and touching my skin and I can feel myself growing more moist by the second. There's a very good chance there's going to be a puddle on the floor before this is over.

  “I own a ranch in Texas,” he murmurs as he runs his mouth down my collarbone, across the hollow of my neck, and across the other side.

  I’m panting, fucking panting.

  “Texas? God, uh,” pant, pant, breathe deep, “you might as well be in Jersey, that’s so fucking far away.”

  “Actually,” he’s nibbling his way up the other side of my neck, “I think Texas is farther away from New Jersey.”

  Right. A small part of me tries to pull up my geography lessons from fifth grade but I quickly give up. That was a long time ago and I just don’t care that much right now.

  I feel my legs give way beneath me and I begin an unplanned descent down the front of the fridge. Chase, lightning fast, grabs my arms and stops me mid-slide.

  We stand there for a moment, staring at each other, and then he slides his arm underneath me and scoops me up into his arms.

  “I think it’s about time we test out the strength of the couch, don’t you think?” he asks, carrying me over to it.

  Sounds like a damn good idea to me.

  47

  Carla

  There’s a lot to be said about kissing. Nowadays, most men just want to get their clothes off and stick their cocks somewhere dark and warm; kissing has been relegated to the lesser category of foreplay. But that’s wrong; kissing is an art form, and a lost one at that.

  That’s why a kiss can tell you a lot of things, especially about how good everything else is going to be. And when Chase’s lips touch mine, I only need a fraction of a second to realize that, with him, I’m in for a treat.

  His mouth fits on mine like the long lost piece of a puzzle, and I just close my eyes and surrender to him. His hands are on my waist as he pulls me into him, our bodies pressed tight as I use my tongue to part his lips and explore his mouth. He tastes differently from all the other men I’ve kissed, and I can’t help but think that this is how a real man should taste. It reminds me of the ocean and of long plains, a day’s work under the setting sun.

  Our tongues dance around one another softly, and I feel myself growing wetter with each passing second. The fabric of my thong is already sticking to my skin, my fluids drenching it as desire takes over me. I’ve never been a naive woman; I’m a city dweller, after all, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my entire life. It’s as if there’s an aura around Chase, one of power and manliness, and that aura envelops and subjugates me without a word between us.

  “Carla,” he says, my name hanging heavy in the air around us. I stare into his eyes, my mouth slightly ajar as my heart starts drumming a wild song of lust and sin.

  “Fuck me,” I find myself saying, the sound of my voice coming out of my lips honeyed and sweet. I don’t think I’ve ever been this direct with a man, but with Chase, I just know small-talk isn’t something that’s necessary. One exchanged glance and we already know everything there’s to know.

  He doesn’t reply; he just smiles, his lips curling into a grin, and then kisses me again. His hands go around my waist and then down, over the curve of my ass cheeks, and he pulls me into him harshly. I thrust against him without even thinking, needing to feel my crotch against his; there’s something big there, something long and thick, and it’s pulsing with a raw hunger that makes my insides clench.

  I place one hand on his chest and slowly slide it down his shirt, only stopping when I find the hem of his pants. I feel his leather belt under my fingertips, and I bite my lower tip as I open my hand wide and prepare to go for his crotch.

  Still without saying a word, he grabs my hand and, looking into my eyes, places it over the hard shape pushing back again
st his pants. I bite harder on my lower lip, realizing that his cock is far bigger than I thought it’d be. I curl my fingers around its thick shape, but I can barely grab it with just one hand.

  “It’s so…” I start to say, lowering my voice until it becomes just a whisper, but I don’t know how to finish my sentence. It’s so what? Big, huge, monstrous? It’s all that and some more, and I can’t wait to really feel it. My heart is beating so fast now that I can barely think straight, but my unconscious mind is still working: letting go of his cock, I go for his belt and unbuckle it. Then, taking a deep breath to steady my hands, I undo the top button of his pants and pull the zipper down.

  His cock is tenting his boxer briefs, and I can’t help but look down at it. With one finger, I trace its contour, going from its root to the tip. Twelve inches, if not more, that’s my guess. I grit my teeth and, moving fast, slide my hand under his boxer briefs and, turning my wrist, I grab his thick shaft. The warmness of his cock spreads to the palm of my hand, and that’s all it takes for me to become a truly wet mess. It won’t be long before my fluids start dripping down my legs.

  “Like it?” he asks me, grinning, and the look in his eyes tells me he already knows the answer. I just nod, running my tongue between my lips. Holding my breath, I start moving my hand up and down, stroking him softly as the hunger in eyes keeps on growing.

  “I’ve never been with anyone so… big,” I admit, suddenly feeling dizzy as I imagine his thick cock trying to push its way past my pussy lips. Is that even physically possible? I mean, without killing me? I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell willing to find out. You know, for science.

  “Here’s your chance, I’m right here,” he says, leaning into me and brushing his lips against my ear. A shiver climbs up my spine as his deep rugged voice caresses my eardrums, and I stop stroking him and just tighten my fingers around his shaft, feeling it pulse against the palm of my hand.

  With one hand on my waist, he pushes me until my back’s against the wall, and then he takes one hand right to between my thighs. He flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy, bunching up my dress in the process. I gasp as he does it, but then I moan as he takes his hand off and slides it under the hemline of my dress, his fingers finding their way to my drenched thong.

  “Seems like you really want my cock,” he says, rubbing his fingers back and forth over the wet fabric, caressing my pussy lips. My muscles tense up under his touch, and it feels like his fingers are made of fire and electricity. There’s something magical to his touch, that’s for sure.

  “You seem tight,” he whispers, that grin of his widening until it becomes devilish, “are you tight, Carla?”

  “I… I…” I mutter, but I don’t even know what to tell him.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll see that for myself soon enough,” he says, and that image of his cock pushing its way past my drenched folds bubbles up to the surface once more.

  He presses harder on my pussy and I gasp again, my insides clenching with anticipation. Grabbing at the fabric, he pulls on it, and I close my eyes as I feel my thong leaving my wet pussy. He pushes it down my legs and, once it falls in a bunch at my feet, I just kick it off.

  His hand is back between my thighs in a heartbeat, and this time it’s a moan that leaves my lips, my naked pussy burning at the touch of his fingers. He finds my clit quickly enough and, rubbing on it, he forces my brain to go on overdrive. But he doesn’t linger there for too long; no, his fingers start caressing the length of my pussy, going up and down my wet folds with a maddening slowness.

  Before I know it, I’m moving my hips, thrusting against his hand in pure desperation. I’m not in control of my body anymore; I’m just like a puppet, pleasure pulling the strings and assuming all control. And I don’t care; I don’t care one little bit.

  Using his middle finger, he presses it right on my pussy and starts sliding it in, feeding into me with that frustrating patience of his. He curls it upward, only stopping when his fingertip feels that hidden spot of pure delight tucked away inside of me.

  “Yes, you’re really tight,” he whispers, pressing so hard on my G-spot that bright lights explode behind my shut eyelids. He doesn’t move his hand; he just holds it there, his finger pressed tight on my G-spot as he rests his thumb over my clit. Pressing on these two spots at the same time, he waits while that high voltage current builds under my skin, electrifying every inch of my aching body. Then, he starts fingering me at a furious pace, all that patience thrown to the curb.

  “I can’t wait to be inside of you, Carla,” he continues, fingering me so hard that I can’t even speak. Even if I could somehow force my mouth to make a sound, I doubt my brain would be able to produce a coherent sentence.

  “Oh… Fuck,” I groan, grabbing at his shirt so hard that my knuckles turn white. I’m gritting my teeth, every muscle in my body tensing up as if concrete was being poured inside them. The electricity crackling inside of me turns into an electric storm, and it rages through my brain so suddenly that I can’t help but scream. Or, well, try to; the moment I open my mouth to do it, the only sound I can do is a whispered moan of pure ecstasy.

  “So good,” I manage to say, forcing my eyelids open and staring at him as if I’ve just woken up from a thousand years of deep sleep.

  “That? Please,” he grins, narrowing his eyes in such a way that I almost melt. He just shrugged off my words as if I had no idea what I was talking about… As if there’s a lot more—and a lot better—to come. And, somehow, I know that’s exactly what’s going to happen. And rightfully so. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget your name,” he promises me and, without giving me the time for a reply, he goes down to his knees in front of me, both his hands on my waist.

  Grabbing at the hemline of my dress, he pushes it up and holds it around my waist. I feel exposed, knowing that his eyes are now focused on my pussy, but that just makes me even wetter than before, and really, I don’t know how that's even possible.

  With his lips on my right knee, he starts kissing me up my leg, going straight to my inner thigh. I throw my head back, pressing it against the wall, and sigh loudly. He keeps on teasing me with his mouth, taking it as far as my groin but never further. He does it until the desperation inside me becomes a burning need, and I reach for him and tangle my fingers in his hair, trying to pull him into me while I thrust. He doesn’t budge, though, and just keeps on kissing and licking until I’m ready to beg.

  “Please, please, please,” I repeat over and over again, my whispers brimming with lustful desperation. I’ve never wanted a man’s mouth on my pussy as much as I want it now. And that’s saying something; the way I see it, a man going down on you can be a lot more intimate than just fucking. But, hell, right now all that I want is to get intimate with Chase, and that in every possible way.

  Finally putting a stop to my torture, he reaches for my clit with his tongue and presses down on it. It feels like I’ve stepped on a live wire; thunder erupts inside my body, and I almost scream as he starts circling my clit at a steady (and growing) pace.

  My fingers are still in his hair, but I’m no longer trying to force him; no, Chase isn’t the kind of man with whom you can dictate a pace. He does what he wants, when he wants, and there’s no way around it. If I ever get to take the lead, that’ll be because he wants me to, not because he has submitted. And that’s exactly how I like my men.

  “Oh, God,” I moan as he takes his tongue out of my clit and slides it down, running it between my pussy lips. He does it all the way, and then goes back, repeating his coming and going motion until I can barely think straight. God, where has he been all of my life?

  He’s a good kisser, he’s good with his fingers, and he’s even better with his mouth… You know where this is going, don’t you? I do too, and I can barely wait to push his pants down his legs, curl my fingers around his cock, and guide it home. But, right now, that’s on hold.

  He licks me until my legs start growing weak, my knees bu
ckling under my weight. Leaning back against the wall, I somehow manage to remain standing up; and that’s exactly when he chooses to open his mouth wide and press it harshly against my wetness. My muscles burn, my skin boils; there’s fire in my mind, and poison in my bones. Forget about all the other men I’ve been with; not one of them has been able to make me feel what I’m feeling right now. And Chase is only using his mouth; keep that in mind.

  Taking one hand around my waist, he places it under my right ass cheek and forces my leg up. I let him do it willingly, lifting my leg and resting it over his shoulder. Now with the perfect angle, he buries his mouth against my pussy and starts devouring me as if my wetness is the most delicious thing on Earth. He jabs inside of my pussy with his tongue, running it up and down my length and circling my clit at exactly the right times. He works me like he knows my body even better than I do, and it’s almost hard to believe that this is really happening. Is he even real?

  I think of pinching myself, just to make sure that I’m not dreaming, but I give up on the idea fast enough. Even if this is a dream, I don’t care; just let me sleep forever.

  I’m yanking on his hair hard enough to almost rip it out from his scalp, but he doesn’t even seem to mind. In fact, that just makes him eat me out more eagerly, his lips and tongue hungrily sucking in my fluids and ravaging my pussy.

  “Don’t… Stop… Don’t stop…!” I say, my head thrown back against the wall. My muscles are already tensing up again, and I feel that electric tension building inside of me once more. It feels like I’m a dam about to burst, tiny cracks showing on the surface right before all hell breaks lose. “Don’t stop,” I moan again, but he doesn’t need my instructions. Still, I need to say something, to moan, to scream… I want to do it all at the same time.

  “OH GOD!” I shout, and then grit my teeth as the dam finally bursts. Yanking on his hair, I trust at the same time, pressing my pussy against his mouth as hard as I can. His mouth is wide open, his tongue inside of me, and that just makes my orgasm even more delicious. I sway my hips from side to side, smearing his face with my fluids, and then I finally let go of him.