9. Gage #2
“Oh, is your birthing center close to where you live?” I questioned.
My palms were sweating, and the tightness in my chest made me realize I was holding my breath again.
No woman had ever made me feel this nervous.
Not even Kelsey, and she was the closest thing I’d ever had to a serious relationship.
Maybe because I knew no matter what Kelsey threw at me—be it mouth or pussy—a nigga wasn’t catching it.
“Gage, are you stalling?” Mahasin asked as she straddled me. “Because there’s no need to. You already fucked my mind, now fuck this pussy, Mr. Blaque.”
Mr. Blaque? I was used to hearing the cast on set address me as such, and I would immediately correct them and ask them to simply call me Gage. But hearing Mahasin say it, in such an intimate setting, warmed my body. I wish I could have recorded the shit to replay it repeatedly.
Her kisses started as small, short pecks until we eventually parted our mouths, kissing hungrily and introducing tongues.
Placing one of her small hands on my shoulder, she used the other to palm my nape.
Using my body as leverage, she started to grind slowly on my crotch area, swelling my dick that now rested heavily on my thigh.
She broke the kiss and unbuttoned her blouse, her breasts set beautifully plumped in her black laced bra. I followed suit and removed my fitted Fendi black T-shirt.
“Damn Gage, your body is beautiful.”
“Likewise, Dollface.”
She unclasped the front of her bra, and her smooth, bountiful breasts made my mouth water.
“Let’s practice a little skin to skin,” she said, smirking so sexually.
Before resuming our tongue lashing, I attempted to remove the several diamond Cuban-linked chains from around my neck.
“Um, no, you fuck this pussy with these on, Mr. Blaque.”
Fuck.
Sucking on her neck, she resumed her lower grinding, causing me to pull her closer into my body. I felt her small hands travel down my body and began rubbing my dick through my jeans.
“Damn, baby, I know that monster you are caging is aching to be set free. Let me help him,” she whined. Pulling back from me, she began tugging at my jeans. Assisting her, I undid my Fendi belt and lifted slightly to pull my jeans and boxers to my ankles.
“Oh, damn! Gage, is that motherfucker heavy?” she gasped.
Chuckling, I returned my lips to hers and kissed her deeply.
Breaking the kiss, she slithered like a snake to the floor and stood to remove her slacks and laced panties that matched her bra.
Her smooth brown skin that hugged her flawless body was a nigga's dream.
She even had those tiger stripes on both sides of her ass.
Never taking my eyes off her, I removed my jeans and boxers completely, folding them neatly on the floor.
Positioning herself on her knees, in between my legs, she used both hands to grip my dick.
Her soft hands felt so good, and the head of my dick oozed with precum at the sight of her hands with her nude-pink manicured fingernails gripping my shit.
She used my precum as lubricant and began stroking my dick rhythmically up and down.
My mouth dropped slightly, and my toes cracked from curling so hard.
I could feel myself swelling with every stroke.
“I think he likes me,” she whispered to the tip of my dick.
“Mahasin,” I called out her name. My goal was to halt her, but she took it as a sign to turn up.
“Don’t worry, that was just a little warm-up. This is how I plan to make you nut the first time,” she said sensually.
Before I could fully open my eyes from blinking, I could feel the warmth from Mahasin’s mouth on my dick.
Baby looked like she was prepared to swallow this motherfucker whole.
My intrusive thoughts kicked in, and I became fearful of the fact that I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing.
Would I cum too fast? Could I make her cum at all?
Would I look like a one-legged squirrel trying to hump her?
Just what the fuck did a one-legged humping squirrel look like?
Her wet tongue eased out of her mouth, and before it could connect with my shaft, I gripped her face with both of my hands. “Dollface, come here,” I said, helping her off the floor and back onto my lap.
She straddled me again, positioning her wet pussy right on my dick.
She rocked, gliding her nectar up and down my shaft.
I was losing all sense of control and immediately desired to be inside her, but I had to be honest. If I didn’t live up to her expectations, I wanted her to know that it was my lack of experience and not that I was a horrible lover—or even worse, that she was.
“You don’t want to cum in my mouth, Mr. Blaque? ’Cause I’d really love it if you did,” she moaned in my ear. She had my dick soaked with her juices. Nibbling my ear, she then whispered, “Put it in,” as she rose up a bit to give me room for access to her pussy.
I almost obliged but wanted to be completely honest with Mahasin. Even if she was mine for the night, I wanted to treat her as if she were my forever. “Dollface, let me talk to you for a minute, baby.”
“Talk to me while I ride you,” she said as she sucked on my bottom lip.
“There’s nothing I would want more, baby, but I gotta tell you something important.”
“Gage, do you have a girlfriend or wife you’re not telling me about?” she asked, obviously annoyed.
“No, no I don’t,” I replied.
“Then cut all this Prince Charming shit out for a good thirty minutes and fuck me, nigga.”
See, that’s what I mean. This woman was everything.
Beautiful and gentle like a flower, but her thorns will prick you to get your attention.
She gripped my dick and prepared her body to slide down my shaft, halting her by her waist and staring her deeply in the eyes. I said, “I’ve never done this before.”
“You never did what, fuck on the couch?” she asked. I can tell she knew that wasn't what I meant, but she was hopeful.
“I’ve never had sex before, Mahasin.”
She rested her beautiful eyes on me for what seemed like forever. For a moment, I felt like she pitied me, as if I was now less than a man to her. I started to feel low until she let out the most boisterous laugh, causing my eyes to widen.
“Alright, Gage, ha ha ha, very funny. Boy, let go of me and let me do me.”
I halted her attempt to place my dick at her opening once again and stared at her sincerely.
Did I want Mahasin to be my first? Absolutely.
But I needed her to understand how special she was to me.
I had held on to my virginity for all this time because I couldn’t find the right one, and now here she is, perfect and mine.
“Wait, Gage, are you serious?”
I nodded my head yes and watched as her once-bright eyes dimmed. She got off me and took a seat on the couch next to me.
“Gage, why would you bring me home with you for a one-night stand, knowing you are a virgin?” Tears began to form in her eyes.
“Mahasin,” I tried to calm her, but she cut me off mid-sentence.
“And here I am forcing myself on you, possibly making you extremely uncomfortable. Shit! I am so sorry, Gage, I would have never been all over you had I known. Why did you pursue me at the bar? Why would you want your first time to be a one-night stand?” She stood up as she asked all these questions, big tears now streaming from her eyes, and she reached to put back on her panties.
“I swear I am not a bad person. This isn’t even my style. I’m hurting from that bullshit with my ex. Can I even call him my ex? ’Cause the nigga is married, and his wife knew nothing of their separation. Fuck! Gage, I am so sorry.”
I reached over, taking her panties from her hand, and tossed them back on the floor. The fact that they landed neatly on my folded pile was oddly satisfying.
“Dollface,” I said, standing.
“Mahasin,” she said, wiping her tears.
“Dollface,” I replied, taking her into my arms. “My first time is not attached to longevity. My only wish was that my first time be with somebody I would never regret.”
“But why me?” she asked.
“You make me feel safe, comfortable, and yet nervous at the same time. You have me wanting to show the world how much I want to love you, yet kill a nigga for even looking at you too long. Your presence defies whatever neurological differences that come with my Autism.”
She seemed to calm down until I said that last part, then she erupted in tears.
“God, it’s me again. Now I realize I came to you asking for forgiveness because I didn’t know the last idiot was married.
But I swear I didn’t know this one was a virgin and Autistic—not that he’s an idiot.
You know I wouldn’t play with such a perfect design of a man you’ve created.
Lord, please, please don’t send me to Hell. ”
Her last plea hung in the air, a chaotic mix of comedy and genuine distress. I stood there, holding her close, waiting for the prayer to finish, and silently chuckled.
God, it's me again. That line felt like a punch to the gut.
The fact that Mahasin's most immediate, panic-induced reaction was to apologize to God for the mess she perceived herself to be in—not for being a sexual aggressor, but for accidentally getting involved with a virgin who was Autistic—showed me exactly who she was.
She wasn't judging me; she was judging herself for potentially hurting me.
Her shoulders were shaking, the tears and snot wetting my chest. I released one of my arms from around her and gently cupped her cheek, tilting her face up toward mine.
“Hey. Look at me, Dollface,” I said, my voice low and steady. I ignored the fact that I was fully naked, and she was clutching onto me like the last pack of Hawaiian rolls on the shelves. “Stop talking to the ceiling.”
“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, her eyes told her shame.
“Stop,” I repeated, giving her cheek a light squeeze.
“You have nothing to apologize for. You didn't do anything wrong.
You didn't make me do anything. You know why I told you?” I paused, letting the reality sink in.
“Because I wanted you to know how special you are to me. God could rewrite this whole ordeal and place me in that bar with seven women who would promise to love me forever, and my choice would always be you, Mahasin St. James.”
“Gage, are you sure?” she asked, her eyes pooling, face flushed, and lips quivering.
I slowly pecked her lips a few times before I deepened the kiss. My dick resumed its rock-hard state when she gave me her tongue, and like a kid with a lollipop, I devoured her. Pausing the kiss, I whispered into her mouth, “Make love to me, Dollface.”