by Aubrey Sage
I kissed the center of her chest again, forgetting that she was ticklish there and she jolted back again before I moved below her sternum and to her belly, kissing right over her belly button until my face was where it needed to be.
I kissed her inner thighs while I kept one eye on her pussy, taking in every tiny fold and the glistening moisture that was already running down the center slit. I wondered what she would taste like. Salty? Sweet? Sour? I couldn’t wait to find out and pushed her legs back so that even her pretty little ass was staring back at me.
Fuck what a sight.
I kissed the top of her pussy first which caused Angel to inhale quickly and twitch a little, and then I kissed again an inch lower. In one slow motion, I ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy and up to the top of her clit.
Sweet.
Her pussy was sweet. A little salty, but mostly sweet.
It was fucking delicious.
After I had my first taste, my senses went primal and I started lapping at her folds, trying to get as much of her nectar as I could. I lost track of what Angel was doing at the time because I was so focused on how good she tasted. I alternated from my own personal satisfaction over to twirling my tongue around her clit and sucking it into my mouth as far as I could.
My dick ached. It was stuffed so tight in my shorts that it was distracting me. While I continued to roll my tongue between Angel’s thighs, I used a free hand to undo my shorts and pull them down, releasing my cock from its prison.
When the cold air of the fan hit my balls, I almost lost it. I twirled my tongue while I stroked my cock, moving faster and faster, and then suddenly I was seeing stars and hearing bells ringing in my ears.
Angel had clenched her thighs tight against my head, against my ears, and had done it so forcefully that I felt like I had been punched on both sides of my temple at the same time. She was vibrating, and I could feel her pussy clamping and unclamping around my tongue.
I had been so caught up in myself that I hadn’t even noticed that she was close to coming.
After a few seconds, she relaxed her legs and I could hear again. She was still trembling, and she was breathing hard, looking up at the ceiling in a daze like she had just ran a marathon.
My turn, I thought.
I climbed onto the bed, but Angel didn’t seem to notice. She probably didn’t even see that my shorts were off. She just kept staring up and huffing. But when I lifted up her legs and slammed my cock inside of her, she screamed.
That woke her up.
Her pussy clenched down on me hard as soon I bottomed out inside of her, almost like she was already having another orgasm. She grabbed onto my arms and stiffened her legs, but I wasn’t having any of it.
I slowly pulled my dick most of the way out, and she looked down, staring on at my cock. And if she saw things the way I did, my cock looked huge in comparison to her tiny little hole.
When I slammed into her a second time she clenched again and dug her nails into my skin while she held her mouth agape.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked
She shook her head no, which indicated to me that she just needed me to take control. I grabbed her knees and threw her legs over my shoulder, then locked my hands into hers, holding them down so that her body couldn’t move. Then, I started into a slow, forceful rhythm.
I could feel her body still struggling with every pump, trying to break free, but I could also feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, making it easier for me to slide in and out. I picked up the pace and felt her muscles relax, so I let go of her hands and leaned back while I fucked her. She had finally grown calm and compliant.
I wrapped my hands against her waist so that I could use her body as leverage, and I fucked her hard and then harder. When her face made an O, I slowed, and when she relaxed, I fucked her hard again, bringing her just on the brink of climax again and again.
I wanted to continue the cycle more and more, but I knew that if I did, I would lose control of the situation. Seeing Angel heave, her breasts swaying up and down with each stroke, the curves of her body undulating so perfectly was driving me crazy. I needed to slow it down and enjoy the moment or I’d come prematurely.
I released her legs and leaned over, taking her lips in mine, then wrapped my arms around her body as I thrust into her with short, slow strokes. It felt otherworldly to be joined with her there, to have my dick inside her on our lower halves and my tongue inside her on our upper halves. Her soft tits were pressed against my chest, and once again, I noticed my eyes were closed. When I peeked them open, her eyes were closed too.
I never closed my eyes when I was intimate with a woman, unless I was daydreaming, but I was right there in the moment with her.
It was then that I realized that weren’t fucking anymore. We were making love, and it felt so damn right.
I squeezed her body, and she squeezed me back, but we never separated. Our tongues continued to circle, and I continued to roll my body across hers, my cock slipping in and out.
“You’re amazing,” fell out of my lips, and she sighed, tilting her head as if she couldn’t take anymore.
“Oh gosh,” she muttered quietly and her jaw clenched. I knew she was close, and I was getting close too.
I released one of my hands and grabbed one of hers, pushing it forcefully against the soft leather of my designer headboard. I pushed into her forcefully, shoving her deep into into the mattress, and she gasped, then gasp again until her body was shuddering and she was making the same O-face that she was making before.
My dick swelled inside her as I pounded into her pulsating heat with a few final, erratic strokes and when I erupted inside of her, I practically saw stars. I huffed and steadied myself on my elbows, to prevent myself from collapsing completely on top of her, and then I carefully rolled over to the side.
As the stars started to fade and my breath started to catch, worry and confusion came knocking at my door. That had been the best sex I ever had, but it was also unlike any sex I had before. I enjoyed the kissing, the looking into her eyes, the slow motions of making love—damn this girl was doing something to me! But I also wasn’t sure how she would feel tomorrow or the next day or even how I’d feel after the euphoria wore off.
It all happened so suddenly…
But then Angel threw her arm over my chest, nuzzled against me, and suddenly everything seemed okay.
Chapter 18
Angel
I came so hard when Enigma fucked me. Twice.
It was the first time that I had ever had an orgasm from sex. Sure, I could get off with the use of a vibrator or my hands, but usually sex was just something that felt good, not something that resulted in an orgasm. But somehow I came so easily when I was with him.
It may have been due to the size of his cock, which was freaking huge, but a feeling inside told me it was something else. I felt a strange emotional attraction towards him that I had never felt with any other. He was unlike any other man that I had met before; he was passionate, he was smart, kind… and yeah the magic thing was a little weird. But, I was beginning to like that he a weird side. It made seem him even more charming somehow.
I had thought my whole life that I wanted to settle down with a level-headed guy who was a doctor, lawyer or owned his own company, but Enigma was doing well. He was his own brand and didn’t need a business or law degree to build a happy life. Hell, his condo was more than impressive, and if I wasn’t mistaken I remember him driving me home in a BMW the night before.
He said that he was going to sleep on the couch, but after sex, I cuddled into him and we were both drifting into a deep sleep within seconds. It had been a long, exhausting day for both of us.
The next morning, I was the first to wake up and found that a thin sheet had been pulled over us. I moved my arms out to stretch and the rustling woke Enigma up as well. The light was shining through the large windows of his bedroom, lighting up the walls, and while it should have felt awkward, strangel
y I felt completely comfortable in his home.
I was a little worried about how he’d act when he woke up. Maybe he’d tell me to get dressed and call a cab for me to go to Anaheim, kick me out of his room the way so many guys these days do after they’ve had a night of sex, but instead he just looked at me and smiled.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning, Enigma,” I replied as I bit my bottom lip.
“I told you to call me Nick.”
Again we stared at each other for a long moment, and it was as if the passion from the night before hadn’t simmered down even as we slept. He touched the side of my face and licked his lips, and it sent tingles rushing through my body.
The night before he took care of me and made love to me like no man had before, and that morning I wanted to show him that I wasn’t always so passive, that I wasn’t the stiff, boring girl that he called me out to be the first night we met. I grabbed the edge of the sheet and quickly tossed it off of us, revealing our naked bodies in the bright light of the morning then jumped on top of him and started giggling.
“Whoa!” Nick said, surprise in his voice. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Oh nothing. Just uh…” I didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, I reached around my back and felt his cock. He was still hard from his morning wood, and I trailed my nails down his shaft and onto his balls. I squeezed them lightly as I lowered my body until I was sitting with my pussy right up against him.
“Oh, fuck,” Nick groaned.
I pressed both of my hands onto his hard abs, then gently started rocking my body back and forth against his shaft, feeling his hot heat graze up against my clit. He caressed my hips, grabbed my ass, and explored my tits as I gave him the best display of my body possible.
It had been a long time since I had sex before Nick, and the previous times that I had sex I had been a little shy, but something about him was making me uninhibited. I knew I didn’t look my best, having just woken up, without makeup and not even having looked in the mirror, but for some reason I wanted him to see me that way. I wanted him to see me at my worst in the bright light of the morning sun, see if he still found me as attractive as he had the night before.
When I could feel that I was wet and had left a trail of lubrication all up and down his pole, I lifted my body slightly, pulled his cock up, and lowered myself back onto him. He made my body feel so full as he slipped inside, and his cock was so long that it almost felt like it was reaching my belly when he was fully submerged.
Nick clenched his teeth and held on to my hips as I rode him up and down, and I reveled in his magnificent physique. His chest was full and strong, and his frame tapered down as it traveled down to his waist, rippling muscles at every step of the way.
I could feel pleasure travelling down my spine and a rush of sensations starting to form in the lower part of my tummy. I knew I was close, and I slammed down on him harder and faster.
As soon as my pace quickened, he squeezed the side of one of my hips and groaned. “Wait, stop or I’m going to—“ he began.
I knocked his hands out of the way and grabbed his firm waist as I pressed my clit against his pelvis and rolled my hips back and forth as quickly as my body could.
“Fuck!” he yelled, and I could feel him bulge inside me.
His body stiffened and jerked. The pressure of his cock practically pulled me forward, and I felt him unravel inside of me while I unraveled on top of him as well.
“Yes!” I moaned as tremors roared across my body. “Yes…” I said again as the force of the orgasm slowly subsided.
I blinked a few times when it was all over, and I looked down at Nick who was smiling up at me, wonder in his eyes.
“You’re something else, Angel.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me off of him and into his arms. He squeezed me tightly and rubbed his cheek against the top of my head. “What am I going to do with you?”
I giggled a bit and noticed that we were both sweating. There was quite a bit of mess to clean up. “Well, first thing you might want to do is shower me off.”
His body stiffened at the thought and then he pushed me off of him, stood from the bed, and scooped me into his arms, carrying me into his large master bathroom.
I ended up not returning to Anaheim to get my car that day and spent the whole rest of the weekend with Nick. He showed me a few restaurants he liked in Studio City—a nice Italian restaurant with great pasta and a gourmet Mexican spot which tasted amazing but left my mouth on fire with all the spices they used. When we didn’t eat out, he cooked for me and turned out to be an amazing chef—another hidden talent that I was more than surprised that he possessed.
He also took me out to buy me a few clothes so I wasn’t stuck wearing the same outfit every day, but other than that we lounged around his condo, just snuggling up and enjoying each other’s company. It felt so natural with him, like we had been together for years, and even though we didn’t do much, there was never a dull or awkward moment.
Nick was sitting on the couch, flipping the channels on the TV and rubbing his fingers through my hair as I laid across his lap.
“Oh shit! The show is just starting!” he blurted out
The theme song of Game of Thrones bounced out of the speakers, and I jolted my head to the side, suddenly aware that it was Sunday and I had totally forgotten that a new episode would be playing that night.
“You like this show?” I asked.
“I love it!” he stressed. “You don’t?”
“No, I love it too,” I muttered, feeling nearly overwhelmed that this thing that I had with Nick only seemed to be getting better and better. It all seemed too good to be true.
He leaned back and adjusted himself in the couch as he moved his hand out of my hair and caressed my neck gently. “You know, I think I could get used to this.”
“Used to what?” I asked.
“You and me… together like this.” His words were a bit scattered, but he sounded sure of himself. “This weekend has been… I don’t know, but I know I don’t want it to end.”
“I don’t want it to end either, but tomorrow I have to go to work.”
Nick sighed loudly. “I know. And I need to work too… train for my next magic show and whatnot.”
“But we’ll see each other again, right? If you want.”
“Of course I want that… I…” His word stopped as if he was going to cut himself. But he did finish, even if it came a couple seconds later. “I want you.”
My tummy did a somersault, and I looked up into his dark blue eyes, throwing him an involuntary grin. I felt safe right there in that moment with him, and for the first time in a long time I hadn’t thought about work or all the stress that came with it.
I felt free. Happy.
I wanted Nick too.
Chapter 19
Nick
Over the next two weeks, Angel and I fell into what I can only call a relationship. We never put a label on it, but she was my girl. There was no question about it that she was my girl. We’d text throughout the day, and after she got off work—if both of us had enough time—she would come over to my place and we’d spend the night together.
I loved having her around, and the sex was incredible. Each and every time was better than the last. It was the first time that I had gotten so close to someone and completely lost my desire to go out and meet other women.
The day after our first weekend together, I logged into the pickup community forums to find that Rick Jackson had created an account and posted his version of the night I pulled Angel away from him, in an attempt to further ruin my reputation.
Captain Save A Hoe
I worked on this girl for 6 months, and Enigma decided that rather than supporting his fellow man, he would rather ‘save’ this girl from me. The same girl that turned him down, no less! I guess Enigma thinks that if he can’t have a certain girl than no one can.
-Rick
The first time I read it, it pissed me
off, and I even wrote a long post detailing my version of the events, how he drugged and manipulated Angel… before I backspaced and deleted it all. I didn’t want to get in an internet war with another pickup artist, and no one had been signing up for my classes since that night at McMillan anyway. Not to mention the string of angry replies calling me out for breaking the man code and lacking game. If the other guys wanted to follow Rick and turn to the Dark Side, then so be it.
I still had my magic, and I still had Angel.
I sat on my living room couch, looking down at a model skyscraper in downtown Los Angeles via a 3D imaging program on my laptop, studying its tiny windows and surroundings, trying to figure out a way that I could make an illusion of falling off work. Since the idea entered my brain it had been festering, and I wanted… no I needed to make it happen. Holding your breath for 15 minutes is an awesome feat, but falling off of a skyscraper would take things to a whole another level.
But it was dangerous. All the ways that I thought I could make it happen involved putting my life at risk again, only this time any number of scarier things could go wrong, and there wouldn’t be any time for someone save me if it did.
My phone rang. It was Ziv.
“Hello?”
“Enigma! You’ve gone silent man.”
“I’ve been busy training for my next show, and you can call me Nick now if you want.”
“Nick? I don’t know how I feel about that. You’ve always been Enigma to me.”
“It’s my pickup artist name, and I’m pretty much out of the game.”
Ziv sighed into the phone. “Look, man. These guys need you. If you leave them to people like Rick, you’re just letting them turn into a bunch of nasty monsters.”
“You and Cobra are great pickup artists now. You can teach people without me.”
Ziv laughed. “We’re good, but we aren’t you. They call you Enigma for a reason, and Cobra and I will never have the same influence that you have in the pickup community. We can’t teach people the way you do either.”