Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero

by Mona Cox

  I fall forward, collapsing on top of the couch as his cock pops out of me suddenly. I’m kneeling on the floor, arms and head on the couch in front of me, and I'm a quivering and trembling mess. My muscles are twitching and spasming as if I’ve just been tasered, and even though my eyes are open I can’t see a thing. My brain is burning, and all of its attention is devoted to processing the barrage of pleasure filling me up.

  “God, this was --”

  “Amazing,” Chase says, finishing my sentence. The sound of his voice somehow gives me renewed energy, and I force my eyelids open and turn around so that I’m facing him. His cock is right in front of me, thick and hard and glistening with my juices; by the time I realize what I’m doing, I’m already grabbing him by the root and leaning into him, my open mouth ready to devour him.

  I close my eyes the moment I feel the tip of his cock over my tongue. I push my mouth down, allowing his twelve inches to slide all the way inside me, and I only stop when I feel my lips against the smooth skin around the base of his huge mast. That’s when I open my eyes again, and look up at him. I smile, or, well, I would if I didn’t have a twelve-inch cock between my lips; as I imagine the view he has now: me, on my knees, and his cock filling my mouth. I figure being a man is fun because of stuff like that.

  The urge to breath becomes urgent enough for me to take his cock out of my mouth; but, while I try and catch my breath, I keep on stroking him. My hand flies up and down his shaft so fast that my movements become a blur, and I can’t help but grin as I see him close his eyes, an expression of pleasure washing over his face.

  For a fraction of a second I think of stroking him until he cums, forcing him to spray his semen all over me… But then a small voice inside of me whispers a not yet, and I realize that there’s so much more I want to do right now. It’d be a shame if we ended the party this soon. Because this is a party, right? A naked celebration.

  I reach for his hand and, grabbing it, I tug on it, urging him to go down to my level. He arches one eyebrow, curious, but goes down to his knees all the same. When his knees touch the floor, I let go of his cock and jump up to my feet. Standing over him, I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him into me. Knowing exactly what I want, he takes his mouth straight to my pussy, grabbing my ass cheeks with both his hands.

  He licks and sucks at a frenetic pace, digging his fingers into my flesh at the same time. I just stand there, eyes closed and head thrown back, savoring the pleasure he’s inflicting on me. Swear to God, Chase knows how to use his mouth like… like… Hell, there’s no comparison! He just knows how to use it, and he does it perfectly.

  Taking one step back, I lean into him and place my hands on his shoulders. Pushing him back, I force him to lie down on the floor, and then I act fast: I place both my feet on the side of his head, and then lower myself.

  “You’re insane,” he says, his voice loaded with hunger.

  “I am,” I grin, sitting on his face and making it impossible for him to reply. Swaying my hips back and forth, I bend over and reach for his cock, stroking him fast. Wanting to please him as much as he’s pleasing me right now, I take my mouth to his cock and gobble it up once more.

  We remain like that for what seems like an eternity, devouring each other as if tomorrow doesn’t exist. I suck him so hard that I’m actually surprised he still hasn’t came, but that’s for the best; it means we can still keep going. I can’t say the same for myself though; I’m on the verge of exploding again, another orgasm looming on the horizon of my mind.

  A violent urge to scream takes over me, and I slide his cock out of my mouth and just rest my hands on his ankles for support. He’s jabbing at me with his tongue, taking my pussy lips inside his mouth and licking them dry; at the same time, he’s spreading my ass cheeks wide, the tip of his fingers right on the edge of my ass crack. Wanting to go further, he starts caressing my ass while he licks me, moving one finger up and down my crack. He finally stops his finger over my asshole, and my scream becomes more violent as he starts pushing it inside of me, overloading my brain with pleasure in such a way that I wouldn’t be surprised if I passed out anytime now.

  Somehow, I remain conscious as I finally come, a sudden wave of pleasure washing over me and sending all the thoughts in my mind into disarray. I’m not screaming anymore; my mouth is open, but there isn’t any sound coming out of it. My vocal chords have given up on me, the muscles in my throat so spent that I don’t even know how I’m still breathing.

  Somehow, I manage to go up to my feet despite my trembling legs. I turn around, all while still on top of him, and then sit back down again, except this time I do it with his cock under me.

  “Still want more?” he teases me as I grab his cock.

  “Always,” I whisper, and then ease myself down, my eyes rolling in their orbits as I feel my insides stretching to accommodate his massive member. When all of his inches are inside of me, he bucks his hips fast and hard, and I do nothing as he fucks me. I just savor his body on mine, my fingers digging into his chest, while I gather the necessary strength to join him.

  I take a deep breath and, finally, start to rock my hips, moving them back and forth in a flowing motion while he keeps on thrusting. I do it as fast as he is thrusting, and my hands are now like claws on his pectorals. I’m clawing at his chest hard enough to draw blood, but he doesn’t even seem to notice it.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” is all he says with a groan, grabbing my ass cheeks and urging me to go faster. And I do it, going as fast as he wants me to. The muscles in my legs feel like they’re burning, but I push through, jumping up and down until both my mind and body simply quit on me.

  A powerful wave of ecstasy shakes me to my core, travelling from my nerve endings to my brain in the blink of an eye, and hitting me in full force. I scream so hard that I almost rupture my own eardrums, my blood boiling inside my veins.

  What I’m feeling right now is so intense that the world around me assumes a dreamlike state, the colors more bright and vivid, and the sounds becoming clearer. But I’m not in a dream, and I know that because the pleasure I’m feeling is so raw and intense that it’d be impossible for this to be anything other than reality.

  “More,” I tell him when the strength returns to my vocal chords. “More,” I repeat, not even knowing what I mean by 'more.' All I know is that I want it, and I want it right now.

  Climbing off of his body, I go on all fours right on the floor, wiggling my ass at him. He sits up, looking at me with an understanding look on his face. “More it is,” he whispers, more to himself than to me, and then knees right behind him, his hands hooked on my hips.

  I swallow hard as he runs one finger between my ass cheeks, and then he starts pressing it on my hole. He slides it in, moving it back and forth for a while, and then pushes one more finger inside my ass, preparing me for what I really want in there.

  “So good,” I moan as he fingers my ass, but then he just pulls his fingers out.

  “No… but I’ll show you what’s really good,” he says, grabbing his cock and pressing its tip against my hole. A shiver goes through me as he does it, and my skin prickles in a fraction of a second. Then, he feeds one inch into my ass, and I can’t help but to scream. By the time his twelve inches are all inside of my ass, my scream has died down into a barely audible whisper of pleasure.

  “Much better, isn’t it?” he asks me; I open my mouth to respond, but no sound comes out of it. Lucky for me, he doesn’t wait for a reply. Holding me by the hips, he starts to thrust, taking his time as he builds up the rhythm. His first thrusts are soft and gentle, but the fire in his movements starts growing and growing until he’s ravaging my ass so fiercely that I’ll be walking in a funny way for the next few days. I can already imagine Becca asking me why I’m walking like that, and I know I won’t have an excuse ready in time for her; saying I fell on the bathtub won’t quite cut it.

  “So… fucking… good…” I moan, my vocal chords working again. My words only make
him go harder and, at the same time, he takes one hand around my waist and presses down on my clit, rubbing it as fast as he’s thrusting.

  That raw violent energy starts to pool in my muscles, and they tense up like wire. My lungs strain against my ribcage, and my heart is pounding inside my chest so fiercely that it might burst sometime soon.

  “Don’t stop, don’t --” I don’t even have the time to finish what I'm saying. I go down from my hands onto my elbows, and I press my forehead against the floor as a thermonuclear explosion goes off inside my brain. Every single thought in its wake is destroyed and, for a moment, I don’t even remember where I am or who I am. All I know is that what I’m feeling is so good I’ve probably died and went to heaven. Because, really, if Heaven isn’t at least half as good as the orgasm raging inside of me right now, just buy me a one-way ticket straight to hell.

  He’s about to pull his cock out of me when I reach for him, curling my fingers around his wrist. “No,” I tell him, “all the way.”

  I don’t need to explain it to him. Without a word, he thrusts again, this time even faster than before. His movements are completely unhinged, and I know that right now it’s all about him. I thrust back at him, matching the motion of his body, and then I feel a violent spasm taking over his cock. It pulses viciously for a second or two, and then it simply gushes a raging river of cum inside of my ass.

  “Fuck,” he groans, drawling out the word as he stops moving, his cock buried all the way to the hilt. I stop moving as well, my eyes closed as I feel the spasms of his cock. We remain like that, frozen in time, for what seems like an eternity, but when he finally stops cumming and pulls his cock out of me, I’m almost saddened that it’s over.

  I’m about to sit up and turn to him when he lays his forearm across my lower back. “No,” he tells me, this time his turn to take the lead. “Don’t move,” he orders me. Grabbing both my cheeks and spreading them wide, he leans into me. I moan as I realize what he’s about to do, closing my eyes as I feel his lips against my hole, cum dripping out of it and making its way to my pussy.

  He licks my ass relentlessly, using both his lips and tongue to lick it dry. My mind turns into mush as he jabs at my hole with his tongue, circling it and then going in and out, and I keep on moaning as if he were still fucking me.

  When he pulls back from my ass, I think that he’s done, but I’m wrong, of course. He takes his mouth to my pussy and, sucking my folds into his mouth, he licks away all the cum there. He flicks his tongue at my pussy at a furious pace, his lip holding my folds one at a time.

  Slowly pulling on my pussy lips, he finally pulls back and sits up on the floor, his head thrown back as he closes his eyes. I turn to him and go on my knees; placing both my hands on his hips, I close the distance between us and kiss him, feeling the scent of his cum and my pussy blending in and turning into a maddening cocktail of sin.

  “I love you, Chase…” I tell him once again, looking into his eyes and realizing that, for the first time in my life, I really know the meaning behind the word love. It’s funny, isn’t it? There are books, songs, movies and what have you about love… But no one really seems to know what it truly means to love someone. Now I do, but I can’t tell you what it’s like. You know why? Because it’s the kind of thing you have to find out by yourself.

  But trust me, though the road might be bumpy, I can assure you that it’ll all be worth it in the end. At least it was for me.

  “I love you too, Carla… You’re everything to me now,” he says, and I know he means it. From this moment on, I’ll be at the center of his universe, and he’ll be at the center of mine. And to think that he rode into my life like Prince Charming, on top of a horse.

  I guess sometimes life can really be a fairy tale, and this is mine.

  57

  Epi

  “Carla,” Becca says to me, putting her arms up to her waist. “You know I love ya babe, but I can’t keep doing this.”

  We’re on the N train and we’ve just left the last Manhattan stop.

  Where are we going?

  Brooklyn, baby.

  “I can’t keep going to Barclay’s Arena to see Chase with you, hun,” Becca pouts. “Not when I work for Madison Square Garden. I dunno, it feels faintly like I’m betraying them.”

  I roll my eyes. I mean I work for Madison Square Garden too!

  “Besides, you know I had a date tonight. Next time you need to go to Brooklyn and you don’t wanna go by yourself, can you like take Ashley or something?”

  I sigh. She’s got a point. I’ve been taking Becca a bit too many times to go see Chase for his rodeo at Barclay’s Arena.

  But who knew it would be such a hit? That New Yorkers would embrace the rodeo the same way they embrace their thin crust pizza, their Pabst Blue Ribbon, and their buffalo wings?

  Not me. I’m still a city girl, despite whatever you want to say. Sure, I’m riding a cowboy. But there’s hope for Chase yet.

  “Well, Ashley is always so busy doing that whole fashion thing at Blush,” I tell Becca. “Natalie has her St. Albans press secretary job. Alicia is getting married soon. Christine has school like always. Lisa - who knows what her and Diesel are up to, probably robbing a Polo store or something.

  Becca sighs.

  “That just leaves you and me for now, babe,” I finish with a smile. But then I feel bad. I mean, it wasn’t long ago that I was complaining about the lack of men in New York. I try to empathize. “Hows it with this guy anyways?”

  Becca shrugs. “I think he’s good. I mean it’s been a solid month we’ve been going out. And I think he’s not as busy now that he’s working at Carter Jeffries, but you know those investment bankers.”

  I roll my eyes. Do I ever. I’m so glad that my man isn’t a banker. That his money comes from something real. Not figures on a spreadsheet.

  “Plus I start this assignment soon going to Connecticut. So I think I’m going to be a lot more busy.”

  Becca has a far off look in her eyes and I wonder what she’s thinking.

  “You okay, babe?” I ask, not sure about whether she’s happy or sad.

  She nods. “I’m fine,” she says. “I’m happy for you. But I wonder when I’m gonna find me a cowboy.”

  “Grady?” I ask, referring to her recent guy. “He’s not hitting the spots?”

  “He’s everything you think a banker would be,” she says to me. “And life is good.”

  “But?” I ask, knowing that’s not the end of it.

  “It’s just so…boring,” she tells me. “I’m just so bored.”

  I nod. Becca has seen a lot. She’s done a lot. I can imagine that she’d be bored.

  “But enough about me,” she says to me and her smile comes back. “Are you excited about tonight?”

  I nod my head and smile. “Chase and I are looking at apartments tomorrow,” I tell her. “He wants to look at Brooklyn Heights or Park Slope.”

  “Oh God,” Becca winces. “So not only do you have a man that’s Mr. Brooklyn for work, but now you gotta live there too?”

  Oh my God.

  “Brooklyn is awesome, babe,” I tell Becca.

  “Carla Roman, you are a total Manhattan slut. How are you going to do Park Slope?” Becca asks me. “That’s too much of a settling down for you.”

  “Well,” I tell Becca. “We’re actually looking for an apartment that we can settle down in, babe.”

  Becca bugs her eyes out at me. “Settle down?” she asks me. “Like you mean, for good?”

  At the back of brain, I bet Becca didn’t think Chase and I would last. I mean, he’s a cowboy. He goes places. On a horse.

  But he’s actually so much more than that. So kind. So gentle. So…big.

  “We love each other,” I say, and smile. “We want to spend our lives together.”

  Becca stares at me for a moment. “I mean, I guess I could visit you in Brooklyn, if cabs take me or whatever.”

  I smile and get an overwhelming desire to hug my fri
end.

  “We can go to Barcade and have coffee beers and play Pac Man,” I tell Becca. “And we can go to Carrol Gardens and Williamsburg and have pizza at…”

  “Yeah, yeah, you’re just gonna have lots of sex for like so long and then you guys are gonna spit out some rugrats and push strollers around Park Slope,” Becca says to me.

  “But Chase will still have a cowboy hat,” I say with a smile.

  Becca smiles at me. “He will. That’s for sure.”

  We stare at each other for a long moment. I know what we’re thinking. Chase has become a large part of my life. I still love Becca. I still love my friends. We will still hang out. But a large part of my life has changed.

  Forever.

  It’s nothing to be sad over. It’s the way life goes.

  I’ve met my lobster. My hero. My best friend. My lover.

  And I couldn’t be happier.

  ;)

  Lisa Vs. Outlaw

  Billionaires, bosses, professors, princes…whatevs, ya know? I need a real man.

  Good luck finding an outlaw in the Hamptons.

  Just because someone has some whips and chains doesn’t make me go all gooey.

  I mean, I could just go buy that at the dollar store.

  Nope. I need rugged. I need alpha. I need an outlaw.

  Not some white collar criminal either. Insider stock trading does not make you an outlaw. Neither does stealing cable. Or tearing the tags off pillows.

  But that’s all I have to choose from.

  Until I meet Diesel and get captivated by his mysterious eyes, and insanely hot body.

  He’s the total package - emphasis on the word “package”.

  Now there’s just one question. Will his bike ever be the same after I ride on it? And I’m not talking about the Harley either ;)