by Mia Madison
“Morelli?” The gentle male voice caught my attention. Was it someone from the club?
I turned to see Dom standing there. Dom. Of all people. Nick and Kenny’s handsome, hunky, down to earth, but oh so shy best friend. That’s when I looked around and realized why this building seemed so familiar.
He lived here. I’d dropped him off here about a month ago. Now here I was, looking like a damn fool in his building lobby, face-slamming into doors.
Embarrassment flooded my spirit. I opened my mouth to respond, and burst into tears.
Dom
How do you address a crying beauty? A clumsy crying beauty in the lobby of the building you owned?
A clumsy beauty you were intensely attracted to, yet knew you could never have?
At first, all I saw was the way she stormed into the door. She moved so fast I didn’t recognize her. When the impact hit, I cursed. Who was this frantic woman and what happened that made her run into a closed door?
If she injured herself, I would have been in for a long night, which is why I made sure to see if she was okay. But then I realized who it was. Morelli.
When I approached her, her eyes widened in horror. She burst into soul-gouging tears when I asked if she was okay. Her response left me speechless. I didn’t know what to say or do, or even what it was I said or did that made her burst into tears.
I dropped to my knee, meeting her on the ground.
“It’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s okay.” I rubbed her back, my attempt at soothing this obviously upset woman. What else could I say or do? I said the best I could and it made her cry, and for some reason, it made me feel like shit.
She shook her head and wiped her tears. “I’m sorry, I just… I’ve just had the worst night ever. I have to get out of here.”
“Where’s your car?” I held out my hand, and then realized I hadn’t even checked to see if she was hurt. “Wait. Can you stand? Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” She nodded. “I’m just really having the worst night of my life.”
She accepted my assistance to stand. I looked her over. No obvious bruises or cuts.
“Do you have a headache? You hit that door pretty hard.” My nerves fluttered. I feared I’d spend the rest of my night taking Morelli to the ER for a concussion. We could end up waiting for hours, and while I’d be exhausted, I wouldn’t be that dickhead to drop her off and leave her there alone.
“My head hurts, but I think I just need to sleep it off.” She wiped her face as her tears dried, and looked anywhere but at me.
Even in her frenetic state, she was drop-dead gorgeous. She wore a pretty dress that hugged her curves and showed her ample cleavage. I was more intimidated by her; it showed she was still more beautiful than one could expect fully covered. Her shoes were pure fuck-me heels.
She looked like she had been on a date, and for some reason, it made me envious.
“Okay,” I nodded. “Have you had anything to drink? Can you drive?”
“Yes, I had some wine, but I didn’t drive. I was looking for an Uber.”
“Oh, well, I’ll take you home.” I pulled my keys out of my pocket. I’d just arrived, but I didn’t mind returning the favor. After all, she insisted on giving me a ride when I needed it.
“I don’t want to take you out of your way,” she said. “I’m sure you’ve had a long night—”
“No,” I cut her off. “I just left Nick’s.”
“Is Dilayla there?” she asked, her eyes filled with hope.
“Yes.”
Her phone began to vibrate. An unsaved number appeared on the screen. She rolled her eyes as she looked at the phone and declined the call.
“Look, I can’t do this. I have to get out of here.” She looked at me sadly and asked, “I usually don’t do this, but can you please bring me to her house? I’ll text her, but I need to talk to her like right now.”
“Of course.” I opened the door for her. “This time we’ll make sure you actually get out the door.”
Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment, but she gave me the shyest little smile that lit my heart.
Ten minutes later, Nick opened the door for us. “You back already, man?”
Morelli greeted Nick with a small hug and went straight past him to Dilayla, who sat on the couch with concern.
“The lady needed a ride. I gave her one.”
“What happened?” He gave a wry smirk. “You get some, finally?”
I rolled my eyes. “Nothing like that. She slammed into the door without looking when I walked into the lobby. I asked her what’s wrong and she burst into tears.” I shrugged. “I still don’t know what’s wrong.”
“Come inside, bro.” He stepped aside to let me in. “You of all people deserve to know too.”
I sat on the opposite couch, away from Dilayla and Morelli, who appeared much calmer and composed. She went in her bag, pulled out a small makeup wipe and cleaned up her face.
While she didn’t fully bare her face, she took off the foundation that covered her skin. As her natural texture surfaced, I wondered why she wore all that coverage. Her skin was flawless, even the small imperfections in her complexion were beautiful.
Women. I didn’t get them.
Dilayla and Nick came back from the kitchen. Nick held two beers and Dilayla had two glasses of wine. Morelli declined the wine, but Dilayla persisted. “Look, chick, you’re already coming here crying and interrupting my fuckfest. If you’re going to prevent me from getting my organs rearranged, you’re going to drink this damn wine!”
We laughed at Dilayla’s bold demands. Morelli accepted the wine, taking a sip before grabbing a bottle of water. “I’m going to have to take this aspirin early. I refuse to have a migraine all day tomorrow.”
I spoke up, happy to see I wasn’t the only one who did that. “I’m the same way. If I know I’m going to have a migraine, I’m taking everything before I go to bed and drinking tons of water to prevent it.”
Morelli nodded excitedly. Our eyes met in a shared moment of total understanding.
“Okay, so I need to know. What happened?” Dilayla said. She curled against Nick as she sat right next to her cousin.
“A VIP client I’d seen for months asked me on a date. He knows about my social media branding, my website design skills—everything.” She gestured as she spoke to emphasize her points. “I figured, ‘Why not?’ because he spoke about potentially hiring me for a few of his projects.”
“What does he do?”
“He’s from Cuba, but he’s working on real estate developments here too. Building an international portfolio.”
Dilayla nodded to continue. Nick and I looked at each other. Miami was big and small at the same time. Chances were we knew this guy, or knew someone who knew him.
“Well, dinner was great… to the point where we decided to…” Her voice drifted and I noticed her eye contact went everywhere but in my direction at this point. She shrugged as she said, “You know.”
“Was it good?”
I wanted to cover my ears, leave the room. I didn’t want to think about another man fucking her. The thought killed me, even though I wasn’t man enough to accept her flirtatious behavior with me in the past.
“See… that’s where it all went wrong.”
Dilayla’s voice crackled with interest. “Whaaaat? Spill all the tea, chick! Was his dick too little to coochie pop on?”
“I couldn’t tell you. I never saw his dick. His girlfriend walked in…”
“BITCH. WHAT?!” Dilayla jumped up, nearly knocking Nick’s beer out his hand. She turned to Nick and kissed his cheek. “Sorry, babe.”
“Yeah,” she nodded curtly. “He has a girlfriend.”
“I’m sorry.” Dilayla’s eyes narrowed in vehemence. “Men are fucking trifling.”
“Hey!” Nick and I said.
“Biiiitch, that’s not even the problem. The problem was that the bitch was dressed up, looking like Cuban red velvet cake, telling me s
he wanted to eat me too.”
We all gasped as Morelli shared the details of her story. Apparently, the girlfriend allowed her boyfriend to come see Morelli, all in hopes of getting her back to the house for a threesome. They were even willing to pay her.
“How much were they talking?” Dilayla’s eyebrow raised mischievously. Nick gave her a possessive look as he thunked his finger against her shoulder.
“Watch it.”
“Babe, don’t act like you haven’t had a threesome before.” Dilayla rolled her eyes. “Don’t act like the idea of getting money for one is crazy either. Not that I’ve gotten paid for it - I’m not the type. Just saying. We’re all consenting adults.”
“Woman, those days are behind me. I told you nobody else will ever know what that pussy even looks like ever again.” He leaned forward and growled. “Ever. That shit’s mine forever. Don’t make me nut in you and leave you pregnant.”
Dilayla’s eyes lowered in lust. She licked her lips and bit his bottom lip. “Okay, papi.” Then she turned back to Morelli. “How much were they talking?!”
“I don’t know. I ran away from those crazy motherfuckers,” Morelli spat. “That’s when I slammed into the door, fell on my ass, and Dom found me. All I could do was cry.”
Morelli finally stopped and looked directly at me, gorgeous eyes with remorse. “I was frustrated, tired, and embarrassed. I didn’t mean to cry on you like that. I’m sorry.”
I felt a blaze of emotions at the moment.
Envy, because another man took her on a date.
Curiosity, because I wanted to know how she tasted too.
Jealous, because another man tasted that gorgeous pussy and I hadn’t.
Freaked out, because being ambushed for a threesome with strangers sounded dangerous, and this could have turned out much worse than it had.
Glad, because I was able to run into her, save her from that crazy situation and bring her here.
Ultimately, I was relieved. He didn’t get inside her tender walls. He didn’t get to experience anything she had to offer. He was aggressive, hoping to sexually subdue her before her lips even touched him beyond a standard kiss.
I wanted it to remain this way. I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else touching, teasing, or holding onto that beautiful body.
Morelli had made passes at me, and I’d ignored them several times. Yet and still, it didn’t stop me from fantasizing about those legs being wrapped around me from my waist to my face. Hell, my plan was to come home and jerk off to that hot body and those beautiful tits, release the desire through my eruption and sleep it off.
I knew then, after hearing this, I either needed to make my move and ask her out. It was either that or push past this odd and intimidating crush, accept that she was out of my league, and move on.
“I’m just glad you’re okay. That could have been dangerous if he had another man instead of his girlfriend,” I said. We all grunted in agreement. Miami could be dangerous.
Morelli shrugged. “I know. I guess I didn’t think about it that way. I trusted him because we’d interacted for months. Dinner was so nice, and I hadn’t been on a date or in a relationship in such a long time. I just wanted to have fun.”
“I get it,” Dilayla said. “When it’s been as long as I know it’s been for you, you need to get out and bedazzle some dick to get realigned.”
Morelli blushed intensely. “Fuck you, Dee!” The girls laughed, and I noticed she avoided eye contact with me again. I couldn’t tell if it was because Dilayla was telling the truth, or because she was exposing her business.
“This is why I need to hurry up and quit dancing. Being a dancer just gives people the wrong impression.” She shook her head as she took another swig of water. “I sell the fantasy of wild sex and rapture, but I’m not for sale. Nor am I easily accessible after dinner. I had a weak moment, but I’m good.”
“Well, you’ve been great at teaching me new pole tricks. Hasn’t Bianca given you a start date for pole dance classes at her studio?”
Morelli winced. “She has, but…”
“But what!?” Dilayla shrugged. “Why wait when you can quit now and move on to establish a normal life?”
“I have to take care of some things first.” Morelli listed a number of things, from credit cards to favors that need to be repaid, and the desire to have her savings account built up. “I can’t take care of those things with a normal job. Bianca pays a higher rate than other studios, but it still would have nothing on the money I’d get from features and appearances.”
“Plenty of dancers keep their platforms after they quit, though.” Dilayla said. “Look at Maliah Michele? I don’t know if she still dances, but she’s now vegan, and she has a line of body care products. Amber Rose. Blac Chyna. Bernice Burgos. All these pretty women have platforms and can sell anything because they have a gorgeous body, personality, and pretty smile.”
“True,” Morelli said. “I know I can fill my classes just off my social media presence alone, but I would rather take the time to be completely solid before anything happens.”
I yawned and stood. “It’s way past my bedtime. I’m headed home.”
Morelli stood and walked over to me. Without her heels on, her long legs gave her height, but she was still a few inches shorter than me. Thank God, because I was six feet tall.
“Thank you for helping me.” She wrapped her arms around me, and her fragrance danced in my nostrils. It was a fiery scent that reflected her usually fierce and goddess-like personality, and a direct contrast to her soft, demure vulnerability.
“You’re welcome.” I hugged her back, feeling the softness of her body against mine. The sensation sent my heart racing, and my arousal was further enhanced by the way her silky hair caressed my face.
She pulled back and walked me to the door. “Seriously, I owe you. Drinks on me sometime?”
I looked at her beautiful eyes and provided a tired half smile. “Sure.”
We raised our hands in departure as she closed the door and I turned toward the elevator.
I smiled, completely proud of myself the entire way home.
There. She’d done it. Asked me to spend time with her again. And this time, I actually accepted the invitation.
When I finally got home, I took a shower. A quick yet thorough one that allowed me to feel as clean as possible. Then I drank two bottles of water and took BC powder. I also made a mental note to contact Dilayla and ask her to find out what unit Morelli’s date stayed in. I needed to know who this dickhead was, just in case he caused problems.
Once I was in bed, I stroked my cock to life, charged by sexual desire enhanced through my jealousy. Being jealous wasn’t something I sought to experience in life. I preferred to know the woman I dated didn’t have a lot of competition for me to deal with. I wouldn’t fight over her. I wanted someone who liked things plain and simple.
But as I thought about Morelli’s large breasts pressed against me, the passionate scent of her perfume and perspiration, the way she triggered my concern to help her—and the envious relief I felt when I learned she was largely untouched, I came hard enough to roar.
I fantasized bending her tall ass over. My tongue watered as I spread her lips and fucked her hard enough to make her scream and forget any man before me. Pushed my thumb into her ass, making her cream and convulse instantly.
Fuck, she would be pregnant if my thoughts held the potency. Thinking of the way I wanted to put it on her worked me up. When I came, I shot cum across the room and hit the wall. Shit, that’s never happened before.
Nick once told me jealousy bred competition, which was why he liked being a bachelor. It was easier to grab someone’s interest when they knew they weren’t the only one.
The moment I learned that Morelli was exercising her options, that she had come dangerously close to giving herself away to another man, I snapped. It was time to stop putting off my desire, kick my fear in the face, and at least see what her interest… and mine
… would lead to.
Dom
I dreamed of Morelli all night. Fucking me. Sucking me. Riding me. Begging me to get inside her, nut in her endlessly until it leaked down her leg and every man could smell my scent on her.
I was ready for another round when she handed me a ringing phone. I woke with my hand out, and heard my phone actually ringing.
“Hello?” I grumbled.
“Hey, honey!” My mother’s bright and cheery voice broke through my sleepiness. “How are you?”
“I’m okay…”
“Did I wake you?”
“No. I needed to get up anyway.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m home.”
“Guess what?” She said. “I’m walking into your building now. Let’s go have breakfast!”
“What? Really?” My smile widened. My mother lived in Destin. I didn’t get to see her as often, so for her to be here was a special surprise. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
Ten minutes later, teeth brushed and semi-decent, I made my way down to the lobby. My mother had a cup of tea in her hand as she chatted casually with the security guards at the front desk.
“Mom!” I scooped her into my arms. She’d seemed a little thinner since I’d last visited her. “You look good. You’ve lost weight.”
“Yeah, honey, I’m trying.” She kissed me on the cheek. “How’s my baby boy?”
I groaned playfully. I would turn forty in a matter of days, yet she still insisted on calling me her baby.
The ride over to breakfast was pleasant. I had heaping piles of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Breakfast was my favorite meal of the day. I wouldn’t deny myself the pleasure, especially since it’d been a while since I had a nice, big one.
Mom ate light, a bowl of fruit and a muffin. Instead of coffee, she had another cup of herbal tea.
“You’re not hungry?” I asked, taking note of her rather light fare. She usually had pancakes stacked high like me.
“I’m fine, darling,” she smiled, but I could see some sadness in her eyes. “I’m just eating a little differently these days.”