Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero

by Mona Cox

  Mischievousness all over his face, he undoes the top button on his pants, and then pulls his zipper down. My heart tightens up as I see that huge shape straining against his boxers briefs, and I even forget to keep breathing as he pushes his boxers down his legs. He step out of his clothes and, standing there, towers over me like some kind of naked god. His body is so perfect that he seems like a marble statue, one carved by one of these masters of the Renaissance. If Da Vinci was alive, Chase would be his model.

  He doesn’t need to tell me what he wants me to do, and that's because I want the same thing. I lean toward him with slightly parted lips, and all he does is angle his cock down, its tip pointed straight at my mouth. I stop one inch away from it, and just reach for the tip with my tongue, running it in circles and feeling his salty flavor inundate me.

  Instead of taking him in my mouth, I tilt my head sideways and slide my tongue down his shaft. I only stop when I’m close to his balls and, lost in a whirlwind of lust, I open my mouth as wide as I can and suck one of his balls in. I flick my tongue at it, feeling its weight in my mouth, and only then do I pull back.

  Going back up his shaft, this time I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock. I lower myself over his huge member, allowing his length to roll over my mouth until its tip is pressed tight against the back of my throat. I open my eyes just to realize that, even though the tip of his cock is touching the back of my throat, there are still at least two inches of his cock outside my mouth. I make one extra effort and push myself down, somehow fitting all of his length inside of me, my lips brushing against the skin at the base of his cock.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he breaths out, and that’s when I slide back out. Bobbing my head back and forth, I start ravaging his monstrous cock as hard as I can. It pains me that, with my hands tied behind my back, I can’t grab it, but that just makes me suck him even more fiercely.

  I go so fast the muscles in my neck start to hurt, but I don’t let that stop him. I use the pain as fuel to go even harder, the wet sound of my lips going up and down his shaft filling my whole bedroom.

  Then, suddenly, Chase grabs me and forces me to stop. I turn my eyes up to him, and the lustful smile on his face makes my insides clench. Holding my head in place, both his hands in my hair, he starts to thrust. Sliding his cock in and out of me at a furious pace, there’s no other way to describe what he’s doing; he’s fucking my mouth as if he were fucking my pussy and, by God, it feels amazing.

  He ravages my mouth for God knows how long, and only stops when a violent spasm takes over his cock. Groaning, he grits his teeth and then pulls back, sliding his cock out of my mouth.

  “Fuck, I love how tight your mouth is…” he tells me, and his deep voice makes my pussy flare up with a burning need. I need him inside of me, and I need it now.

  “My pussy is tighter,” I tease him, my words like an open invitation.

  “I know,” he whispers quietly, going down to his knees right in front of me. Grabbing me by the shoulders, he forces me to turn around and then pushes my head down; still on my knees, I lay my face down on the mattress while he grabs the tie around my wrists. Closing in on me, he keeps me bent over while he guides his cock to the wet spot between my thighs.

  Instead of thrusting right away, he just brushes the tip of his cock up and down the length of my pussy, teasing me. He still isn’t thrusting but I’m already moaning, electric anticipation making me feel lightheaded.

  “Fuck me... I need your cock,” I tell him, turning my head to the side so that the mattress doesn’t muffle my words. “Please,” I then add, and that does it. My moans turn into a wild scream as he thrusts, his cock flying deep inside my pussy until all of his twelve inches are in me.

  “You’re right… It’s so much tighter,” he says, thrusting at a hard pace and making my body burn with pleasure. His thighs slap my ass cheeks rhythmically, and I let the sound lull me into a trance.

  Still grabbing the tie, he rides me hard, doing it like a true cowboy. That thought makes me smile, but my smile only lasts for a fraction of a second; one hard thrust of his and I open my mouth wide, gasping as the tip of his cock hits my G-spot. He does it over and over again and, like a ticking bomb, my body starts the short countdown to a mind-bending orgasm.

  I don’t how many mores thrusts it takes; all I know is that when the orgasm hits, it hits in full force. Thunder and lightning rage under my skin, a storm of ecstasy lashing at my rational mind and choking it down. I don’t even know if I’m moaning or screaming, although I can feel my vocal chords stretched to the limit, my throat growing raw with each passing second.

  Instead of stopping, Chase just keeps on fucking me through my orgasm, pistoning into me like the perfect piece of manly engineering he is. His cock goes back and forth like clockwork, and it doesn’t take long for my insides to start flaring up once again. I come once more, and this in a matter of seconds. Seriously, how does he even do it? He can’t be a regular human being; I’m almost sure that he came down from Cowboy Planet, his purpose to bring pleasure to women.

  I’m breathing so hard that my lungs might collapse any second now. Somehow, though, that doesn’t happen, and that’s good, since I want to keep going. I simply can’t grow tired of his cock.

  “Now let’s set you free,” he whispers, undoing the knot on his tie and taking it out. With my hands finally free, I go up to my feet and turn on my heels, looking down at Chase. I place one foot on his chest and I push him down onto the floor; he goes down willingly and, before he can do a thing, I’m on him. I straddle him like a wild cat, clawing at his hard pectorals with my fingernails, and he grabs my ass.

  “Now I’m the one doing the fucking,” I tell him with a chuckle, grabbing his cock by the root and pointing it up. I raise myself slightly, just enough to place the tip of his cock against my pussy, and then I start lowering my body over his wild python. I groan as, very slowly, I allow him to slide inside of me. When his mast is halfway inside my pussy, I just lower myself in one sudden movement and scream.

  Wasting no time, I rock my hips back and forth, working his cock with a fury I didn’t even know I was capable of. I go so fast that, in a matter of a few seconds, large beads of sweat start making their way down my forehead and into my face, going over my lips and inundating me with the saltiness of my effort.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he exhales, reaching for my tits and squeezing them eagerly. He pinches both of my nipples at the same time, and that just makes me go even harder. Needing an extra edge, I stop for a few seconds, just to plant my feet by the side of his thighs. Squatting over his cock, I start jumping up and down so fast that, if I miscalculate my movements, I might just end up breaking his cock in half. That or he’ll split me in two.

  I fuck him until my muscles start giving up on me but, thankfully, before that happens I feel a thunderstorm building inside of me. By the time I collapse on top of him, that thunderstorm has already reached its zenith; gritting my teeth, I choke down a scream and press my forehead against his chest, trying to survive the avalanche of pleasure that’s blanketing my mind.

  I roll to the side, completely spent, and sprawl my limbs while trying to catch my breath.

  “Don’t tell me you’re already tired,” he teases me, turning to the side so that he’s facing me. He squeezes my right breast softly, and he moves his hand down and over my stomach, placing it over my pussy. He caresses my folds and, when I don’t say anything, he just grins. “I think you’re not tired enough, babe,” he says, and then forces me to roll to the side, my back turned to him.

  His body fits on mine like a piece from a puzzle, and he doesn’t waste any time; grabbing his cock, he guides it home, placing it against my soaked pussy and thrusting. This time I can’t choke down my scream, and so I just do it at the top of my lungs, his cock scorching the nerve endings on my inner walls as it goes in.

  “As hard as you can,” I find myself saying, not even knowing why I do it. I know how hard I can go—at least I
think so—and I’m not sure if I can handle all that right now. I mean, how many orgasms have I already been through so far? A gazillion, right? So what makes me think that I can handle one more? No idea, all I know is that I want it. And, like a genie, Chase is the right man to make my wishes turn into reality.

  “I told you before … You ask, you get,” he tells me. Digging his fingers into my hips, he starts slamming his cock into me so hard that I even stop breathing for a few seconds. All these times I’ve told you he was fucking me hard? Yeah, forget about that; they pale in comparison to the sheer fury with which he’s fucking me right now. He’s moving like a man possessed, the fires of hell burning under his skin and powering every thrust of his.

  I scream and I moan, forcing my throat to keep working past its exhausted state, and he just keeps on fucking me as if I was as quiet as a mouse. I don’t even know if he can hear me, to be honest; he’s probably in a world of his own right now, his conscious mind completely adrift. Chase might seem like a poised man, always cool and in control… But get him hot and bothered and he becomes like a wild horse, completely untamable.

  Screaming my way into a climax, I come undone the moment his thrusts become so hard I stop thinking at all, completely surrendering to the way he’s ravaging me. I claw at the floor, completely mad and not knowing what to do with my body as an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before bursts inside of me.

  My muscles twitch so hard that it feels like I’m having a seizure and, by the time these spasms subside, I can barely move. My eyes are closed, and the silence in the room makes it seem like I’m floating in outer space. I’m dizzy and lightheaded but, when Chase slides his cock out of me, a tiny voice inside my mind tells me that it still isn’t over. There’s something I still need to do.

  I sit up on the floor and force my eyelids open. I go to my knees and then look at Chase with my mouth slightly ajar. A grin lights up his face as he realizes what I want him to do, and he goes up to his feet in no time, towering over me.

  I don’t even need to think about what I have to do; my body already knows it. Reaching for his cock with both hands, I start stroking him right away. My rhythm builds up fast, but then I break it by leaning in and wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock. He groans as I do it, and then he groans some more as I push my mouth down the length of his shaft at a breakneck speed. Bobbing my head as fast as I can, this time I don’t stop when I feel his cock pulsing hard inside of my mouth; I just keep on doing what I’m doing. In a matter of seconds, he places both his hands on my head and cums.

  Gushing a river of cum into my mouth, he fills it up to the brim with two quick spasms of his cock. His warm semen leaks out of my mouth and drips down into my chin.

  Pulling out, I grab his cock and stroke him as he keeps on cumming, spraying my face with his seed. I throw my head back, basking in it, and just grin wildly as he shoots the last strands of cum onto my skin.

  Peeling my fingers off of his shaft, I decide I want all of his cum, and so I lean once more into him, swallowing the cum I have inside my mouth as I do it. I take his shaft into my mouth and lick it dry, circling its tip with my tongue and only stopping when there’s not a single drop of cum on his cock.

  “You’re completely crazy,” he tells me, but he’s going down to his knees as he says it.

  “Yes, I am,” I smile at him. He kisses me then, one hand behind my neck as he holds me close.

  “You’re lucky, though.”

  “Why?”

  “You’re exactly my kind of insane.”

  53

  Chase

  The week is passing in a blur of riding Moonshine, sex, riding Carla, and lots of takeout food.

  I may’ve always thought I’d end up with a wife who cooks and wears an apron in the kitchen, but Carla’s skills … elsewhere more than make up for that. I don’t mind eating at a restaurant every night; it’s what I would’ve done without her anyway. It’s just that now, I get fucking amazing sex to go along with it.

  Have I mentioned how amazing our sex is? Because it is. Morning, noon, and night. Fuck-until-you-drop territory here. I've never met anyone with as voracious an appetite for sex as Carla has. It takes a lot to keep up with me, and yet somehow, she is.

  I’ve never been so happy.

  After one of our marathon sessions, I cuddle Carla up next to me, loving the feel of her warm body next to mine. I run my hands over her hair, smoothing it back in an endless loop. My mind drifts back to the advertisement for a cowboy at the Barclay’s Arena in Brooklyn. I haven’t said anything to Carla yet.

  I should. I know that.

  I just…I’m not ready to pop the cocoon around us. A job at the rodeo – a permanent job at a specific rodeo – would mean staying here. Settling down permanently. I’m just not there yet. I’m happy with what we have right at this very moment. Why move forward with something else?

  Plus, I have a lot of business interests in Texas. I’d either need to hire someone to manage it all for me, or I’d have to sell it off. That isn’t something I can just do tomorrow. Right now, I’m just happy right where I’m at – in the Hotel Pennsylvania, Carla by my side.

  Except, if I’m being honest, the job is never far from my mind. I need to make a decision at some point. Maybe after the MSG rodeo is done. Just another two weeks. I can live in this fantasy world until then, right?

  “We aren’t the only ones who are happy,” Carla says with a smile in her voice, interrupting my thoughts.

  “Oh really? Who else is happy?”

  “Becca and Jason. Did you know that they’re already talking about marriage? That’s just way too fast for me, but I guess if it works for them. Just yesterday, Becca was looking at houses…”

  She continues on, but I’ll admit, I didn’t hear anything else that she said. Goddammit, Jason! Leaving me to always clean up his messes. I really ought to punch him more often, just to keep him in check. I feel myself tensing up. Carla is going to take this about as well as a hole in the head, but if Jason is really telling Becca that...

  “Carla, baby,” I break in gently, and she stops, shimmying her head on my shoulder so she can look up into my face.

  “What?”

  I pause, trying to find the right words, and now she’s tensing up too. She knows there’s something wrong. I only wish I could tell her something else. Anything else.

  “Jason is married already. He has a wife and two kids in Oklahoma City. Another on the way. He’s not marrying Becca.”

  I held my breath, waiting for the explosion.

  Carla didn’t disappoint.

  “WHHHAAATTTTT?” she yells, jackknifing up in bed. “What do you mean, he’s already married?”

  She swings around and glares at me, mental bullets whizzing at my head.

  Have I mentioned yet that Carla is scary when she’s mad? ‘Cause she is.

  “Well, he got married about eight years ago,” I say, trying to answer her question. “I was a best man at their wedding, you know. Real nice gal – pretty as can be on their wedding day—”

  “I KNOW WHAT A WEDDING IS!” she hollers, grabbing her pillow and whacking me about the head with it. “BUT HOW THE FUCK IS JASON ALREADY MARRIED?”

  I instinctively raise my arms to shield my face and torso from her blows.

  “Annnddddd…” more hits with the pillow – damn, she’s strong – “why is Jason talking about marrying someone when he’s already married? Did he think no one would notice he’s a goddamn bigamist?”

  “I—”

  Whack

  “don’t think—”

  Whack

  “that he thinks—”

  Whack

  “that they’ll get married.”

  Whack

  Finally, she stops hitting me long enough to spit out, “So he’s just playing with her, like a cat with a mouse?”

  “It’s just what he does,” I say with a helpless shrug. “Although, he doesn’t normally talk about marriage with the
girl. Usually, he just fucks ‘em and leaves ‘em. It’s what he does at every rodeo. I think he’s broken more hearts than Tim McGraw.”

  Unfortunately, Carla isn’t hitting me anymore, because she’s busy getting dressed. Regretfully, I watch her shove her feet into her shoes and wiggle her way into her skirt. At least I get to see the jiggling, right?

  “You motherfucking goddamn assholes,” she grinds out, “both of you. You didn’t think to say anything? You didn’t think to try to save Becca’s heart from heartbreak?”

  Honestly, I hadn’t realized that Jason had taken it this far with her, but I keep my trap shut. Carla doesn’t seem like she’s in a listening mood.

  “Enjoy Texas,” she says sarcastically. “Maybe in those parts, cheating on your wife is perfectly normal. The next time I hear someone from a fucking flyover state start talking about ‘family values,’ I’m going to tell them to piss off. Oh, and Chase? You can piss off, too.”

  She slams the hotel door behind her, the sound reverberating through my heart.

  Fuuuuccckkkk

  54

  Carla

  Becca and I sit at a table at the Papillon, as far away from the live opera as we can get. Becca may love opera, but to me, it just sounds like someone trying to give a cat a bath. Don’t tell Becca that, of course. I like to pretend with the best of them. I even have a “favorite” opera, if anyone asks – Carmen. Never mind that I’ve never been able to get through a single showing of it without falling asleep. The important part is, I can name an opera.

  I swirl the Long Island Iced Tea in my hand, trying to block out the caterwauling, as I listen to Becca prattle on.

  “I’m not upset with Jason, you know,” she says. “It was fun to play house for a couple of days with a handsome cowboy, but really, his dick was too small for me anyway. I could never be happy with it long-term. I think I was just fooling myself because it was a distraction from regular life, you know? He came over yesterday to get his stuff; tonight is the last show and then they’re heading back home.”