by Coffy Paige
Mallory watches with a narrowing gaze as her hips sway in the most tempting way. When she bends from the hips to get the towel she just dropped, he bites so hard on his lip he thinks he drew blood. When she’s safely in the women’s showers he spots other various men eyeing his prize, including Alex Huerta. The other guys he didn’t care about, they were just ego-rubbers for her and that’s all they were. Alex is another story though. He was an aspiring MMA fighter some years back now a crappy wannabe coach. A sparring match between the two of them left Alex not able to fight ever again. Of course it was an accident but Mallory couldn’t get that across to Alex. Honestly if the tables were turned he’d feel the same way but that has nothing to do with Maizah. The lecherous dog was probably trying to invite her to his shitty party again. The fact that he keeps asking is a good sign she’s still putting him off but it doesn’t quell his irritation. He growls and backs down on the press once more to bang out a couple more reps. He thought he was finished and so did his friend and fellow CFC sparring mate, Cyril, that’s waiting on the machine. “Mal’ what are you doing? It’s my turn dude!”
“My bad man, I just need to burn off some more energy. I got a lot on my mind.”
“I don’t care man. I got stuff to do today and you growling and slobbering over your little honey dip from afar wasn’t in my schedule.” A flash of annoyance goes over Mallory’s face but Cyril stands his ground. “Mean mug all you want…I’m just saying! You’re stalking this one girl when you have the pick of the litter.” At that moment two beautiful blondes stop to ask for autographs from them both. Cyril being the self-titled black Don Juan makes sure to get their numbers. When expecting the same type of treatment from Mallory they’re majorly disappointed. He actually steps out of the way of them once he spots Maizy exiting the showers in regular clothes. Her hair, once a confined bun is now a mass of wild voluminous curls. A pale coral scoop neck top makes her mahogany hue glow with vitality. Her skinny jeans scrunch at the ankle to accentuate her otherwise short legs in her Louboutin heels. She isn’t paying attention as she tries to fix a scarf around her neck and bumps into a gym rat. While the women stomp off, Mallory fumes at the patron coming on to his woman. Cyril knocks him from his daydream with a low whistle. “Yeah I’d be mad too.”
“What? I’m not mad.”
“Sheee-it! C’mon man, who you think you talking to? Look I don’t blame you. If my dime was being hit on by one muscle-bound hard on after another I’d be pissed too. Especially if Alex is on the scene. That boy has more game than me!”
“She’s not my girlfriend…” He turns to stop the next words from his friend’s mouth, “Yet.”
Shaking his head, Cyril sits back on the bench while Mallory goes over to spot him. “What type of power does that girl have over you?”
He shrugs because he honestly doesn’t know and really doesn’t care. His attention goes back to her as she laughs at something the dickhead is saying but she’s also walking away. Jeez, why did she have to look so fucking sexy. She was showing off her moves in the pole room and it took all his might not to throw bodies across the gym to stop ogling her.
From day one he was smitten just from her features. She was definitely African descent, as in first or second generation American. He did a stint of Peace Corp. in Africa and could tell she or her family was probably from the southwest area. Her dark mocha complexion radiates a dark reddish like warmth that calls his attention as soon as she’s in the room. The skin itself is buttery smooth with not a blemish in sight. Her soft lips carry the bee stung look that drives him insane. Mostly seeing her with her long shiny hair in a tight bun, he notices her high cheekbones and almond shaped dark maple brown eyes are more pronounced.
When he first saw her he figured she was just a new mom that wanted to lose the baby weight. You know, just some vanity pounds for her husband back home. The curves were voluptuous and if he may be so bold, made for his large hands to play. She has to be every bit of 5’5’’ or 6” to his 6’3’’, making her the perfect pocket size bed companion to snuggle. Contrary to belief with his persona, he’s a mad snuggler and her little frame is all he wants. In the last month, she’s gotten more daring in her gym attire, wearing more form fitting or revealing clothing that accentuates her developmental achievements with her body. She was already too beautiful for words in his opinion but now she was unstoppable. Having to keep his distance this long is killing him.
He quickly found out through Jenny that she was neither married nor a mother so he decided to go for it. Something about her said she wasn’t like the other gym skanks or mindless CFC sluts that were usually in his dressing rooms or sponsored parties he had to attend. Jenny informed him that she was smart and accomplished, which made her more alluring. How can someone be such a catch on paper but no guy on the horizon? Maybe she’s actually bat shit crazy was Cyril’s opinion but Jenny didn’t seem too worried about that. It’s been awhile since a woman had truly caught his attention. The thought of her brings him such a thrill. A thrill for the hunt so to speak with some added bonus of getting to know someone on a deeper level.
He finally relaxes his stance down a bit once she shoos the prospective competition away and moves to the juice bar. So Cyril needs to know the hold that Miss Winston has over him. He thinks back to their first and so far only date with reverence…
Mallory knocked three times on Maizy’s door and quickly did an assessing pat down of his attire with one hand as the other clung to a bouquet of wild lilies. When she opened the door they were both surprised. She thanked him for the flowers and cradled them like a newborn. It was like she never got flowers before. She invited him in as she went further in the condo to put the flowers in water.
She had on a black cocktail dress that flirted around her knees while it tapered to her torso and generous bosom. The box style sleeves gave the impression of a 40s period fashion. Her dark caramel skin added enough contrast to the fabric but lured the eye to the creaminess of her skin. Her hair, which usually curled around her face, was straightened and hung down her back with a middle part. He’d always seen it up in a severe bun or sporty chignon; begging to be taken down by him every time he saw her. Now it begged to have his fingers running through its silkiness.
He stood in her den as she brought the flowers in to sit on the adjoining dining room table. With nothing else to occupy her hands, she ran them timidly over her skirted thighs as she finally met his gaze. They stood for a moment looking at each other before she broke the silence, “Oh, can I get you something to drink?” Her nervousness was adorable as always. The strain from his pants made him shift and step closer to her unintentionally. They froze suddenly the mutual tension of being so close so fast.
“No I don’t think we have time for a drink. Where we’re going will have tons of them.” Each word took him closer to her trembling lips. He knew she could feel it too, the knotted up ball of desire, tension, and decorum that bounced in the stomach. That feeling of first date jitters mixed with wanting to give in to your baser instincts, yet you don’t want to mess up a potentially good relationship with early sex. Her face had only a touch of makeup with pinup girl kitten eyeliner and mascara hugging her naturally narrow shaped eyes and with a hint of mauve tinted gloss over her full luscious lips. He couldn’t take much more as the straw to break the camel’s back slowly made its way to him in the form of her aroma. It was a light, clean, and floral scent with an after note of flirt that stirred his pulse. Without thinking, he linked his arm around her waist and gently pulled her to him as he stooped for a kiss. It started out light to gage her reaction then it went near ravenous as they matched the pressure of one another. The taste was just what he imagined, like a sweet wine mixed with starburst candy if there were such a thing. When he pulled back he kept his lips touching hers as he spoke, “Not to be crass but…”
“Spoke too soon.” She giggled and the sensation made him groan and pull her body tighter to his.
“I just needed to alleviate som
e sexual tension between us.” He moved them to her door and helped her with her shawl.
Her stilled breath from his comment came back when he opened the door for her, “Sexual tension? There’s sexual tension between us?” He gave her a look that said ‘What do you think?’ then led her to his car.
Dinner was amazing, he decided on a chic dive bar by the Santa Monica pier. As soon as he walk in it was like a scene from “Goodfellas” but he only knew a couple of the people. It didn’t matter though. With his celebrity status and the magic of his charm, he made everyone feel like a long lost friend. He never left her out of an introduction though and she looked shocked every time her did.
Once they sat down they were able to get more comfortable. They spoke of their careers, educations, which was a surprise to Maizy to learn they had similar degree backgrounds. They continued on with his newfound fame, her promotion, their likes and dislikes. It was obvious to onlookers, which were many, that they were hitting it off. Maizy’s nervousness at first made Mallory laugh because he found her so genuine and refreshing. Mallory’s laugh, although boisterously loud and attention grabbing, made Maizy feel good. In no time she’d let her guard down and was joking back with him. It turned out that her laugh was probably louder than his, which surprisingly made him laugh more. From there, conversation was easy and they had more in common than not.
Later in the night when he took her to a bar that he frequents things took a nosedive. Women made catty remarks about anything they could from her weight to the straightness of her hair. Mallory knew women could be mean about other women they felt insecure about but this was ridiculous. The final draw was when he had to be calmed down by Cyril for a disparaging remark made from a male patron. He was glad to have Cyril there to hold him back. He didn’t want her uncomfortable and the near fight happened while she was in the bathroom yet when she came back she wanted to leave. She made up a story of needing to wake up early for work but he knew something must have transpired in the ladies room. One of those plastic surgery addicted clown-faced whores got to her.
As he drove her home he noticed how quiet she was. He didn’t press at the time but when he pulled into her driveway and she tried to thank him for a good night and leave he knew he had no other choice or another chance. “Maizah what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I have an early day tomorrow and I’m sure you do too.”
He began to narrow it down, “Was it something I said or did?”
“No of course not. I told you I had a great time…”
“Was is something someone else said?” She didn’t answer verbally; she just looked down and shook her head ‘no’. “But you don’t plan on seeing me again do you?” The annoyance in his voice did well by way of covering the sting to his ego.
With a sympathetic brow she sighed and looked him in the eye. “I just want to make this as painless as possible”
“Painless? We only went to dinner!”
“So you mean to tell me the whole time through dinner you didn’t notice the stares? Or at the bar, you didn’t hear the comments” A flash of her own annoyance came through.
“The stares were probably because of my hair” His hand slid through his then purple tresses. He made sure not to answer about the other comments.
“Please Mallory! All those pretty girls looking at us…wondering what a handsome guy like you would want with a cow like me. What about the guys at the table next to us? You mean to tell me that you didn’t hear the crack they made? Then the laughter…” the end was stifled and hurt. He was beyond pissed then. Obviously not at her; more at himself for not paying more attention to the fuckwits at the restaurant for making his date feel so uncomfortable. He would of ripped their heads off if his focus wasn’t so stuck on his beautiful companion.
“Stop that.” His voice was quiet but insistent all the same. “I don’t care what they think.”
“Have you dated someone like me before?”
“Jesus you act like you’re a leper or something!” With the tables turned on him he contemplated; asking truthfully, “What does that have to do with anything?”
“It will prove my point that we don’t belong together.”
“Honestly no I’ve never dated someone like you before but I see that as a good thing.” She shot him a ‘yeah right’ look then moved her gaze down at her hands. He continued incredulously, “Maizah why do you think I even asked you out?”
Without skipping a beat she shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe you’re having a drought…maybe curious… ” She was still looking down at her lap as she said this.
He was beyond repair with anger at that point. He wanted the name of anyone that ever made this gorgeous creature feel like she was anything less. “Okay stop!” He said it so roughly she flinched and he soothingly apologized. He hated when women got down on themselves and he was even more annoyed when he was interested in them. He usually would kick them to the curb because he felt they were fishing for compliments but something told him that wasn’t the case with Maizah. He took a deep breath and continued, “yes most of those people stared at us but I truly believe it was mostly because of who I am and their own insecurities not about any truths that you think I’m not seeing. I wasn’t on a date with most of them. I was only focused on you.”
He pulled her chin up so she could meet his gaze, “You’re beautiful Maizy. Just the way you are. I know I sound like a cliché but you have to be comfortable in yourself before others can be comfortable around you.” He caught her mouth before she was able to reply. This kiss started out on par with the first but the taste of her over took him. She withered under his tongue with a moan that energized him to dive deeper in her quaking mouth. The passion in her kiss well made up for the inexperience he could tell she had. All the raw potential in the world and it was all his. With that realization his cock grew to seam splitting proportions. Instinctually his hand flirted with the hem of her skirt. Light caressing fingers found the tops of her garters. A deep primal groan escaped with that discovery. When he moved deeper her knees jammed together and she ended the kiss. The intensity was subdued but they’re both too hooked on the other’s lips to fully disconnect. “What are you doing? I want to feel you.” He said as he moved down her neck.
She swallowed roughly and licked her lips. Her tone was so breathy; he had to strain to hear the words. “I…don’t…we shouldn’t.”
He smirked into the valley of her cleavage, she was a fighter…a bad one, but a fighter nonetheless. His mouth trailed kisses back to her succulent lips. “Just feel it baby,” was all he whispered on her lobe before her knees slacked. With a triumphant gleam, his hand goes up her thick thigh until it hits silk. Hot silk. His other hand made its way to the nape of her neck and massaged the knots under the soft skin, which were astounding to him. He made a mental note that once she became his girl she’d have weekly spa visits as a requirement of dating him. Granted it was a requirement that he just made for her but something was telling him she denied her self a lot in life and had no reason to at all. Like a strike of lightening hitting him, he came to the conclusion that she was to be his girlfriend. Sure it was only the first date but truth be told his parents met and married in only seven days time. Overall it was their life he was ultimately striving to have.
He was an intense man, an “alpha male” most said, but he never took much volition in the notion. His sister read about them in romance novels but he didn’t believe they truly existed until now. He was becoming living proof every second in Maizah’s presence. She aroused something in him no other woman had and it scared and excited him into numbness. As his kisses lingered toward her ear, his hooded gaze watched his hand move under her dress but he felt so much more. The pressure from his strongest and longest finger expertly ran circles around her clit. Her pussy tightened and throbbed, as he whispered naughty nothings in her ear like, “You’ve got me so hard with what this pretty pussy can deliver,” or “I can’t wait to get this gorgeous body wrapped arou
nd me.”
Everything he said was about how her body turned him on. How he couldn’t get enough of her. He drugged her with his comments so much it took her by an unexpected surprise when his middle finger slid past her panty’s edge. “G-Mallory!” She harshly breathed as she clutched his arm. Her eyes shot open and met his astonishment as well. He commented on how she was so hot her core felt cold. He sucked on parts of her neck, loving that his passion marks wouldn’t leave definite marks unless someone was super close on her, which they shouldn’t. He moved some of her delicious cream to her clit for better traction for his thumb while his middle finger pumped in and out of her. He needed to loosen her up because it was all he could fit at the time. Her walls clenched so tightly around that one finger that he knew to not even try to add another until after her first orgasm. Ask for his cock? Forget about it, he’d have to kiss, nibble, and lick her nether parts for hours just to get the head in. Ah the chores of foreplay, how he loved it!
He curled the digit inside of her and reached her G spot like a bull’s eye. He knew he hit it because her sexy little whimpers turned to equally shy yet brazen “Oh yes, right there” and what not. He added more pressure to her protruded button with his thumb. Her slippery cove sucked his finger deeper with each thrust and nudge. Her breaths turned to pants and he leaned up to watch the fireworks. Her eyes slit with liquid diamonds pooled at the edges. She was so close. He could tell but for some reason she was holding back. Then with his words, “Take it baby. It’s yours.” She allowed herself the most explosive release they’d both ever seen. A pitch perfect yell, nails biting into his arms, and the most beautiful orgasm face he’d ever seen, did what no other woman could. He came as well. Her total ecstasy turned him on more than getting his own rocks off that it actually did get his rocks off! He was pleasantly excited at what their union would do. By all examples so for, probably burn the house down. He went back to his side of the car and watched as she composed herself. He grinned at his handy work and enjoyed every minute of her fixing her panties, garters, and then skirt. He reached over and moved her hair out of the way and touched her cheek, “Can I come in?”