Takedown: A Naughty Angel Tale Page 2

  I can’t help it. I moan at the hard pressure of his cock straining against my belly. “Toby, what are we doing?”

  “I don’t know. All I know is I can’t think past the need to taste you right now.”

  My body lights on fire at his words, the sparks becoming a full on blaze. I’m pliant and willing as he tangles a hand in my hair and angles my head up roughly toward his. His mouth is only a breath away. We’re sharing the same air.

  And I can’t fight it. He affects me so easily. I’ve spent the past week fighting off the need to feel this sexy man’s mouth on me. Now that it’s happening, I can’t make myself resist. I don’t even want to.

  For half a second, I see indecision creep into his eyes. Then he mutters, “Fuck it,” and lowers his mouth to mine.

  He’s not gentle. And I don’t want him to be. His mouth angles against mine in a desperate assault of tongue and teeth. Like he needs this just as much as I do. My lips part on a moan, and he dives in, his tongue stroking mine, working me up into a fervor.

  Holy shit, I think I could come just from the way he kisses me. He’s that fucking skilled with his tongue. And I need more of it. Quality assurance, here I come.

  “Macy,” he groans against my mouth, his hand gripping my head and tilting it so he can kiss me even harder. “So fucking sweet. Need more of you.”

  Yes.

  He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, tugging it and nipping with a rough pull that’s echoed in my body, all the way down to my pussy. A warm, delicious pull that has me soaking wet and ready to beg for more.

  Toby runs the hand that’s digging into my ass down further until his fingers graze the hem of my skirt. My breath catches as he yanks it up, impatient now. His fingertips graze my thigh as he rakes his hand higher, and electricity rockets through my body as if I’ve been struck by lightning.

  I shudder against him, my body quaking with desire, and he pulls me closer, wrapping me up in himself. What I said about being able to come just from his kiss? Yeah, well, I’m barely hanging on now as his fingers graze across the drenched lace of my panties.

  The next thing I know, I’m lying back on the conference table, my fingers digging into the wood for support.

  “Oh God.”

  Toby pulls back just enough to study my face, a brow lifted in cocky confidence. He knows just how good he’s making me feel. He never doubted it for a second. I nod quickly, urging him to keep fucking going.

  My teeth clamp down on my lip as he pushes the scrap of fabric aside and slides his fingers through my dripping pussy lips. My whole body is on the verge of shattering.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” His eyes are intense, watching what his words do to me.

  “So good,” I moan. It’s like I can’t do anything but moan now.

  Mischief flashes in his eyes, in his quick smirk. “I want to watch you come for me.”

  Um, yes please!

  My breath comes in pants as his fingers work faster, teasing my clit, edging me closer to pure ecstasy.

  “Please.” It comes out like my life depends on it. I’m fucking begging this man for more, and I don’t even care. I’m shameless.

  Oh my God. I’m so close. My eyes slide shut as the first hints of the orgasm take hold. “Look at me,” he commands. “Keep your eyes open. I want you looking at me when you come. But first...”

  In what is surely the most erotic moment of my life, I simply stare into his intense eyes while he spreads my legs further and yanks me to the edge of the table, then drops down in front of me. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch. I’m not missing a minute of this. Who cares about A Cunning Linguist right now? I’ve got my very own personal master tongue at my disposal.

  It only takes one lick, and I fall apart. My hips surge forward, and he drives me to the edge, his magic tongue moving skillfully over my pussy lips, circling my clit, plunging into my hole, never stopping for a second as I come really fucking hard. My inner walls clamp and clench, drenching his face as I pulse and throb in what has to be the most intense orgasm of my life.

  The entire time his eyes are on my face, raw hunger all over his.

  “I’ve wanted to taste you all day long, Macy.”

  His words take me by surprise, but I don’t have time to think because he’s straightening my clothes, running his hand through his hair. He stands up and gives me a cocky smirk that’s nothing but sexy.

  Toby gives me a wink. “Thanks for lunch.”

  Oh. My. God. I shake my head to clear it, trying to process what the fuck just happened. I do the only thing I can think of. I sit down and have lunch with my boss, just like I do every day of the week.

  Does this mean I’ve been promoted to quality assurance?

  4

  Toby

  Yeah, so, getting a taste of Macy was supposed to get my head put back on straight, right? Um, no. I’m even more distracted now that I’ve had her.

  “Dude, what’s the deal?” Jake asks, giving me an impatient look. “You’ve been off in your own world all afternoon.”

  I give myself a mental shake. I have to get my head in the fucking game. Tonight’s important. Like the most important night ever for the show. I’ve been in Jake’s office all afternoon going over the same shit because Macy keeps invading my brain.

  “Sorry, man. I’m good. I promise.”

  Jake grits his teeth. “Just tell me this. Does anyone have any idea what’s going down tonight?”

  “You, last time I checked.” I smirk, my twelve-year-old boy humor apparently out in full force. Yeah, that shit never gets old.

  Jake gives me his famous cocky grin, complete with wink, just like he does for the camera. “You know it. Can’t disappoint the ladies of the world.” The he’s all business again. “But seriously. Everything’s good to go? No one has a clue, right?”

  “You, me, and Mia.” Mia’s the featured guest on tonight’s live broadcast. And is going to be a record breaker. I have no idea what’s going to happen after we air this.

  “Perfect,” he says, nodding. “You can let the crew know what to do at the last minute.”

  “Got it.” We haven’t been able to tell anyone for fear of being stopped before we could go through with it. But Jake’s insistent that we do this. His reputation is on the line. The whole Cunning Linguist franchise, really. And that’s just not cool.

  I happen to believe in what Jake does, helping out the sex-starved and inhibited women of the world. Every woman that walks out of here swears it was a life-changing experience.

  Yeah, he’s that good, at least according to them.

  “You ready for me to pick up the torch if this all goes to hell?” I tease.

  “It won’t.”

  I don’t think it will either, but I can’t help getting in another jab. I mean, dude shouldn’t be able to get all the pussy, right? Share the wealth. I have no doubt that I can deliver just as good as Jake.

  “Well, when you’re ready to retire, I’ll be here waiting.”

  He laughs. “What, Macy’s not enough for you?”

  I stop. “Wait. How do you know about that?”

  “Anyone with ears on this floor knows about it. She was loud, dude.”

  “Yeah, well, what can I say? You aren’t the only one around here who knows how to use his tongue.”

  Jake smirks and shakes his head, then points a finger at me. “Still not getting my job.”

  Neither one of us say it, but hopefully he’ll still have a job--and me too, for that matter--after what we have planned for tonight. Yeah, we’ve made a fortune on this show, self-made billionaires, but that doesn’t mean it can’t all be pulled out from under us if this goes bad. Mostly, if the audience isn’t as receptive as we think.

  Jake notices my silence and gives me a reassuring clap on the shoulder. “We’ve got this, man.”

  We finish up some more work, and my mind keeps drifting back to Macy. I’ll have to see if she’s up for drinks and coming back to my place after the sho
w tonight.

  Then before I know it, it’s showtime. We leave the office and head down to the studio, ready to put it all on the line.

  5

  Macy

  Standing off to the side of the stage while Jake and his guest go through last-minute sound checks and makeup retouches, I look around for Toby, finally spotting him on the other side of the sound stage.

  He’s been running around crazy for the last half hour, whispering and giving directions to the crew. More than one of them has had a dazed look on their face by the time he walks away. What the hell is going on?

  I’m supposed to be their assistant but I have no fucking clue. You know what? I’m just going to go find out myself.

  Ducking behind the curtain, I cross backstage to the other side where Toby’s talking into a headset. He catches my eye and winks, still talking into the headset, and holds up a finger like just a minute.

  He approaches me when he’s done, mischief and desire mingling in his eyes. “I didn’t see you after lunch today, Macy,” he murmurs. “Did you have to file a report with quality assurance?’

  I look up at him through lowered lids and give him a sultry grin. “I didn’t find anything at all wrong with the quality of your services, sir.”

  He steps closer, his arm snaking around my waist and pulling me to him. “Is that so?”

  I nod. “Mm-hmm. But you know what? I do like to do my job thoroughly. Maybe I should do another test or two before making my final assessment.”

  He chuckles softly. “I like the way you think. After the show?”

  I grin and nod. I don’t know what’s going on with us. Hell, I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure it’s just two people having fun. But that’s okay with me. I don’t need it to be anything more than that, because it was a hell of a lot of fun.

  I have a pretty good idea of what Toby’s like. No strings sex, just looking for a good time. I can get down with that. Especially if he can go down like he did this afternoon. Oh yeah, I can totally get on board with that.

  “Catch you later then,” he says.

  I start to turn and head back to where I’m supposed to be back on the other side of the sound stage, but then I remember why I came over in the first place.

  “Toby?”

  “Yeah?”

  I lean in and whisper, “What’s going on? I can tell something’s up.”

  His eyes flick around the room, then he leans into my ear and whispers.

  Holy. Fuck.

  Just...what?

  “On live TV?” I ask, dumbfounded. “That’s never been done before.”

  “Until now.” He grins again, then gets back to work.

  It’s like two minutes til we start, so I hurry back to my spot. Two minutes until they make television history with A Cunning Linguist. I don’t know whether to be shocked into silence or stand up and cheer. This could go one of two ways.

  I watch in anticipation as Jake and Toby give each other a thumbs up, then the director counts down the live broadcast.

  Then Jake gives his famous panty-melting grin and accompanying wink. “Good evening, and welcome to tonight’s groundbreaking episode of A Cunning Linguist…”

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  Jake

  “So, Mia,” I say, flashing my famous panty-melting grin that I know gets all of the girls wet, “tell me a little more about your orgasms.”

  “Jake!” Mia gasps as if my question shocks her, biting her lower lip as her cheeks redden.

  That’s how a lot of women respond when they first come on my show. But by the end of the segment, I guarantee Mia’s cheeks won’t be red from embarrassment anymore. They’ll be flushed bright pink with straight up ecstasy as she comes—really fucking hard—screaming my name the entire time.

  Whoa, wait, you say? What kind of show is this, you ask? Let me tell you. But I can’t promise I won’t make you a wet, horny mess by the time I’m finished, and you’ll be thanking me for it.

  So, yeah, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Jake Kent, host of the hit late-night talk show A Cunning Linguist. It’s the most watched cable show in the history of late-night television. With a name like A Cunning Linguist, you can only imagine why.

  But just in case your imagination fails you, allow me to enlighten you. Let’s go back a couple years. Back to when I wrote a book by the same name. My book about expert sex techniques and pleasing women in bed was an international bestseller. Insanely successful. I’m talking Fifty Shades levels of flying off the shelves, virtual and print. Because every fucking woman in the entire world wanted to give her man the ultimate guidebook for going down on her.

  Yeah, what can I say? I’m a fucking genius. What woman wouldn’t want a book about a good pussy licking? I bet just reading those words are making you wet right now. Am I right?

  Wink.

  So anyway, after this book broke all the records, the obvious next step was a talk show. But this isn’t just any talk show. Not even close.

  Because I’ve taken my desire to help people have satisfying sex to the next level. Instead of telling them how to do it, I show them. Yep. You read that right. Every single night, my show is filmed and broadcast live. And every single night I go down on the featured guest and give her the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life.

  I’ve made my fortune as the Cunning Linguist. I can have any woman I want. And I do. On the regular. I’ve heard there are some billionaires out there who might not like so many women throwing themselves at them because of their financial status. Me? I couldn’t fucking care less. You know why? Because I know why the women are really after me. They want my magic tongue. And I’m more than happy to give it to them.

  The world fucking needs more orgasms. And not just any old orgasm. Not the kind that barely makes your pussy clench, the kind that only has a hint of a tingle behind it.

  Fuck no.

  What this world needs is the eyes-rolling-back-in-the-head, brain-short-circuiting, make-you-cum-until-you-can’t-fucking-breathe kind of orgasms. And I’m happy to be of service.

  Every woman deserves that. So that’s why I’m here right now with Mia, her blush just starting to fade as I stare earnestly into her eyes.

  “It’s okay, Mia,” I assure her. “That’s why you’re here. You’re not alone. Isn’t that right ladies?”

  I turn my megawatt grin on the audience full of women, hitting them with the full force of my raw sex appeal. I can practically smell the pheromones as their panties get even wetter than I know they already are.

  Cheers and hoots come from the crowd. Damn right that’s why they’re here. They want to see this for themselves. I wouldn’t be surprised if they all come at once while watching me eat Mia out here in a few minutes.

  And this episode tonight? It’s going to be one of a kind. The audience doesn’t know it yet—nobody does except Mia, me, and the crew—but the entire encounter is going to be filmed tonight. Typically the camera gets a shot of me moving in, then pans up to the woman I’m pleasuring, capturing the pure bliss on her face as I give her the orgasm of her life. But lately people have been questioning the show. I’ve seen it all over Twitter. People suggesting that the guests are faking it, that I’m not actually going down on them, that the live audience is paid
off to say that I am.

  What a load of bullshit. My record is fucking unbroken. Not once have I ever gone down on a woman and come up anything less than victorious. The fact that these fuckers want to mess with my reputation and question my credibility pisses me off like nothing else. So we’re going to shut them up once and for all.

  Tonight the audience all across the country will see it all live on TV.

  Cutting my gaze away from the audience of horny, simpering, panting women, I glance around the set. This studio is fucking awesome. It doesn’t look anything like your typical talk show set. Yeah, we have a couple of cushy chairs, but everything else screams sex—the black and gray studio walls with bright pink accents, and the muted lighting that gives off a dark and mysterious vibe. It’s sleek, modern, and sexy as fuck. It’s my kingdom, and I’m about to make sure everyone knows I’m still the king of muff diving.

  “So these orgasms—” I begin again, but Mia cuts me off with a snort.

  “If that’s what you can call them.”

  I smirk. Now we’re getting somewhere. “Go on…”

  “They’re so boring, so routine, so...mediocre,” she says, seeming to forget her earlier embarrassment as her irritation with her less than stellar sex life takes over. “I mean, I never thought I could be bored with sex. But, Jake,” her eyes widen as if she’s horrified, “I am.”

  I cluck my tongue sympathetically. My tongue that is about to get busy. “Mia, I hate to hear that. Because if anyone should be having fantastic orgasms, it’s you.”

  I give her a knowing smile. See, Mia here runs a blog where she chronicles her exploits. I did my research—or rather, my protégé Toby did it and gave me the rundown—and Mia’s adventures on her blog have gotten worse by the week.