by Cala Riley
Once she settles on a station, she begins singing whatever pop song playing on the radio. At first, she’s singing low, and I can barely make it out. As the song reaches its climax, she belts it out without reserve. Her hands move around as if she’s really singing to someone. Then she turns and points to me.
She reaches over and touches my arm and leg as she sings this song. I feel as if she’s singing it to me. The lyrics are appropriate. Every time we touch, I do feel like we can fly. I feel like nothing else in this world matters. It isn’t until I’m falling that I realize people can’t fly, and I only bring others down.
As another song comes on, I smile at her antics. It seems she has hand movements to every song she knows. I also notice her beautiful voice. Even when it’s obvious she’s trying to irritate me, she still sounds heavenly. She belts out yet another song, and the long ride seems to pass in an instant.
“All right, Britney, we’re here.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “I do not sound like Britney Spears. Besides, I’m not crazy.”
“That has yet to be seen, my dear. Let’s hurry up and eat.”
She mumbles something under her breath, but I don’t mind. The smile on her face would take away any sting from her words. I go to her side and open the door before escorting her into the restaurant. It’s busy as it’s a Saturday night, but the owner is a friend, so I know we have a table waiting.
“Hello, Lorenzo. How’re you doing this evening?” The hostess, Estefani, comes out from around the podium to touch my arm.
She’s been wanting on me for years now, and I’ve never given her the time of day, but it doesn’t stop her from trying. If she wasn’t the owner’s daughter, I might have taken a ride. She’s beautiful, and her Spanish accent does sound quite attractive, but she doesn’t even stir my dick anymore.
I step back and wrap my arm around Mia. I feel her lean into my embrace as she slides her arm around my waist.
“We have a reservation.”
Estefani looks shocked. I’ve never brought a woman here before, mostly because I don’t date. The women before Mia were all fuck and dumps. I had no reason to feed them first. They all knew the score. Each one hoping they would change my mind, I’m sure, but failed.
“Of course. Papi told me to expect you. Right this way.”
I look down to Mia and notice amusement on her face. Good. I didn’t want her to think anything was there.
“Here you go. Your server will be over right away.”
After she leaves, Mia bursts out laughing. “Have you slept with her?”
I study her face. She doesn’t look jealous, only amused. “No, she’s the owner’s daughter. He’s a good friend of mine. I wouldn’t go there.”
“Well, she would like you to. She didn’t seem very happy to see you here with me. I guess you don’t bring your dates here?”
I make sure she’s looking right in my eyes before I respond. “I don’t date, Mia. I fuck.”
She gulps back her laughter. “Oh.”
“Yeah, ‘oh.’”
“That sounds good too.”
This time it’s my turn to laugh. “My innocent Mia. I don’t think you know what you’re asking for. I’m not the prince in the stories you read. I’m the villain.”
I note a little bit of simmering anger behind her eyes.
“There’s always a wild side to every innocent woman, Lo. Haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘a good girl is a bad girl who hasn’t been caught yet?’ If not, you best remember it.”
I’m stunned silent by her bold claim. Before I can come up with something to say, our server comes up to the table.
“Lorenzo. How have you been, old friend?” The older woman who greets us is the owner’s wife.
“Maria.” I stand up and give her an affectionate hug. “I’m doing well. How are you?”
This time I see the twinge of jealousy in Mia’s eyes.
“Doing well. Business is going good.”
“Anymore issues I need to look into?”
A few months back, she was having issues with some wannabe gangsters trying to shake them down for protection money. I took care of it real quick once I found out.
“No. No more issues. Thank you, by the way.”
“Of course.” I look over to Mia and gesture to her. “Maria, this is Mia, a close friend of mine.”
“Friend you say?” She gives me a look that says she doesn’t believe me. “She’s so beautiful, Lorenzo. Better snatch her up before some young fella marks his claim. Although, by the mark on her neck, I’d say someone has already laid claim to her.”
I watch as Mia turns bright red.
“Mia, it’s wonderful to meet you, dear. What can I get you to drink?”
Mia gives her a small smile. “Well, after all of that, I think I might need a margarita.”
“Of course, child. Frozen or on the rocks?”
“Frozen, please.”
“Regular, Strawberry, or Mango?”
“Strawberry with sugar on the rim.”
“Coming right up. What about you, Lorenzo?”
What I really want is a glass of whiskey, but I’m driving tonight, and I won’t risk losing my senses with Mia around.
“A Coke please, Maria.”
She gives me a knowing smirk before dashing off.
“She’s interesting,” Mia muses.
“She’s the owner, Pablo’s wife. I’ve known them for years. We’re good friends.”
“Why don’t they call you, Lo?”
“Only family calls me Lo.” I realize what I said implies. I let her call me Lo since the day we met. I guess I’ve always thought of her as someone close to me.
“Is this why Sofia always brings us here for Mexican Food?”
I laugh. “Actually, Sofia found this place on her own. I don’t think she even knows my connection to the place. No one really does. Before Bash, I used to run a crew up here in Manhattan. I know where all the best places are.”
“Is this where you live then?”
“Not anymore, although I do have a house here. I live in Brooklyn. I have to stay close to Bash in my position.”
She nods and turns her attention to the menu. I don’t bother. I always order the same thing.
Maria returns a moment later with our drinks and a basket full of chips and a bowl of salsa. “There you go. Do you know what you want to eat?”
I gesture to Mia. “Ladies first.”
“Okay. I will have the taco salad, no guac please, and thank you.”
“Got it. Your usual, Lorenzo?”
“You know it, Maria.”
She chuckles. “I’ll have that right out.”
I watch as Mia licks the rim of her glass before taking a sip of her margarita. Watching her tongue slip out of her lips and lick anything that’s not me is torture. My mind can easily imagine my cock in place of the glass or the straw.
She licks her lips and lets out a moan, and I can’t help but reach down and grab my cock.
“Fuck, Mia. You’re a tease.”
Her eyes widen as she looks at me. Her mouth makes an “O” as she sees the direction of my hand. Then her eyes change as she slips a foot up my leg. I grab it before it can reach my crotch.
“Who said I’m a tease? Who said I won’t follow through?”
I close my eyes and say a silent prayer before opening them again. “You little temptress. You’re like the snake tempting Eve with the apple. If the snake was anything like you, I don’t blame Eve. I would have devoured the whole garden for a taste.”
She bites her lip as I watch her skin turn red from her cleavage all the way up to her ears.
“Not such an angel, am I?”
“Oh, you’re for sure an angel. Sweet and innocent. Pure. It’s what makes you so tempting. You make men want to show you the dark side. Show you how good it can be to be bad.”
She tsks her tongue at me. “You seem to think I’m such a good girl, Lo. You think I’m pure and inno
cent, as if I’ve never sinned, but what you don’t know is I’m a good girl with some bad habits. I’ve committed my fair share of sins. You just aren’t privy to them yet.”
My eyes narrow at her. What sins is she speaking of? As far as my research can tell, she’s as pure as the day she was born.
“Have you had a cock shoved up inside that tight little pussy of yours, Mia? Have you felt a man thrusting inside you until you scream out?”
I’m being mean now. I know she’s a virgin. She told me so herself. It’s when she truly became off-limits to me. When I backed away from her.
It’s when you ruined your friendship.
“What if I have?” The innocent look on her face tries to hide the lie.
“Liar, you’re still as pure as the day I met you.”
“There are other ways to be dirty, Lo. I thought you would know that better than anyone. There are other sins to be committed and other ways to receive pleasure. Just because I’ve never had a real cock inside me doesn’t mean I don’t know how to pleasure myself. Or that I’m a good girl with no marks on my record. You don’t even know a quarter of my past.”
My blood is boiling at her words. My mind jumps to the thought of her using a thick dildo on herself, pushing it in and out of her pussy as she gushes. I picture her crying out as she pinches her own nipples while her other hand strums her clit.
Fuck. My balls are going to explode.
“What do you know about pleasure, mio piccolo angelo?”
Without warning, she sinks underneath the table. Thankfully, we’re seated in the very back corner where it’s dark, just as I prefer. The tablecloth goes all the way to the floor so, for people walking by, it looks like I’m merely sitting here by myself. Her hands touch my knees, and I jump. I’ve never been so on edge before.
“What do you think you’re doing, Mia? Sit back down.” I attempt to slap her hands away as they try to undo my pants.
“No, Lo. I am doing this, and you’re going to fucking let me. Now shut the fuck up and enjoy it.”
I’m speechless at her determination, let alone the words coming out of her mouth. My hesitation allows her time to unbutton and unzip my pants. Next thing I know, I feel her pulling my cock out of my boxers. The relief from the tension of being caged in feels amazing, but when she places her mouth on the head of my cock, I have to bite back a curse.
I attempt to push her away, but she digs her nails into my thigh as she continues to work my cock into her mouth. It takes a couple of minutes, but before long she’s pushing my entire nine inches into her mouth and down her throat. She stops once she reaches my base; then she swallows. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming out in pleasure. She continues to suck while alternating licking at the same time. When Maria heads our way with our food, I place my hand under the table, holding her hair.
“Maria is coming. Get up,” I grit out.
She doesn’t respond. Instead, she continues to swallow my dick whole. As Maria reaches the table, Mia reaches out and massages my balls, and I almost lose my load right then and there.
“You okay, Lorenzo? You look feverish.”
“Fine,” I grunt out.
“Where did your girlfriend go?”
Under the table. She’s going to town on my cock right now, so I need you to leave.
“Restroom.”
“I like her. She’s good for you. It’s good for you to finally be dating.”
Mia scrapes her teeth lightly up my cock, and I take a deep breath in and grunt at Maria. “She’s something.”
Maria gives me an odd look but gives me a smile anyway. “Oh, well, okay. Enjoy. I will be back to check on you in a bit.”
I manage a smile and watch as she walks away.
“Mia Cortalione, you’re a naughty girl doing that to me with her here. I think you need a little punishment,” I whisper to her under the table. Without thinking, I wrap my hand in her hair and begin to fuck her face. Each time I press her head down, I thrust up at the same time. I can’t see her face, but I know this is probably hurting her. Hell, I might even be cutting off her air supply. I’m so close now, I can’t stop to care. I shove up a couple of more times, reveling in the nail marks I know will be in my legs later.
On the last thrust, I bite my cheek hard enough to taste copper as I spill my load down her throat before I finally relax. She licks me a couple more times before placing me back in my pants and zipping me up. Then she materializes on her side of the table. A bit of my cum sits on the side of her lip, but before I can say anything, her tongue slips out and wipes it away.
“Delicious,” she says before leaning forward and taking a sip of her margarita.
Fuck if I’m not ready to go again.
“Did I hurt you?”
Her face is bright red, hair messy from my hands being tangled in it. She’s still breathing heavy. The guilt hits me. I had been rough with her like I would have been with any chick, but Mia’s not just any chick. She’s special.
“Nope. It was fucking hot though. I’m so turned on right now.” She runs her hand over her collarbone as she speaks.
“Why did you do that?”
“To show you that I do know about pleasure. Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I’m innocent, Lo. The sooner you realize it, the better this friendship will go.”
I sigh. This girl is going to be the death of me, I know it.
Chapter Five
Mia
I have never actually tasted cum before. Sofia always raves about Bash’s, which usually grosses Izzy and me out, but now I’m thinking she’s on to something. Lo’s cum was salty, but it also has a taste that I couldn’t quite place. If Bash’s tastes anything like Lo’s, then I owe her an apology.
It might have been the fact that the situation was so sexually charged, but I have a feeling I would’ve enjoyed it no matter what. I don’t know what got into me. He had been teasing me about my experience, and the idea just popped into my head. Sure, I’ve never given head before, but I’ve watched plenty of porn and even tried it on a dildo or two. I wanted to be ready for my future husband, the man I want to give it all to.
Thankfully, the practice paid off. I could feel Lo throbbing in my mouth as I sucked him as far as my throat would allow me. I feared he wouldn’t let me, and was surprised when he didn’t put up much of a fight. I almost froze when Maria walked up to the table, but my gut told me to keep going. The hand on the back of my head attempted to stop me, but I soldiered on. My panties become drenched at the thought of getting caught. Knowing at any minute, Maria could find me under the table with my lips wrapped around his thick cock.
I didn’t expect what happened next though. Lo fucked my face with wild abandon, and fuck if I didn’t feel myself gushing from it. I think I could’ve come from that alone.
Man, his cock is something to be admired. I couldn’t see it very well under the table, but he has to be huge. I could feel a metal piece at the end just under the head as well. His breathing picked up every time I paid it attention.
I look across the table at Lo now. He has barely touched his tamales. Instead, he’s staring at me.
“What is it, Lo? Do I have some white sauce on my lips?” I ask with a smirk.
He shakes his head before he looks back at his meal. “I can’t believe you did that, Mia. We could have gotten caught.”
I take another bite of my salad, even though I’m no longer hungry for food. My clit’s still throbbing, aching for relief. I wait until I’m finished chewing before I respond. “Did you enjoy it, Lo?”
“Fuck.” He looks conflicted. “I did, but you didn’t need to do it.”
“No, I didn’t. I wanted to though. I enjoyed it. I’m so turned on right now, I could just….” I trail off and let my left hand trail down my cleavage. I keep my eyes focused on Lo as I slide my fingers over my stomach and down to my thigh. The first moan leaves my mouth as I draw my hands up my leg. My skin’s on fire, and every little touch is setting me
off. The thought of him watching me please myself is causing my skin to burn hotter. I slip my fingers inside the edge of my panties.
As soon as I touch my clit, I bite my lip to keep from screaming out. My vision becomes hazy as I flick my finger back and forth on my swollen bud.
“That’s it, Mia. Show me how you do it. Please yourself.”
His words surprise me, but they spur me on. I continue to move my fingers as I throw my head back. My orgasm is coming, but before I can reach it, his hand clamps down over my mouth. I moan out as my pleasure erupts. I ride out the waves before I pull my hand out of my panties and I open my eyes, meeting Lo’s. His are dark and lust filled. He’s standing up, leaning over the table to keep his hand over my mouth. He pulls his hand back and he sits back down.
“Fuck, Mia. That was the single sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”
I feel myself preen at his praise. It feels nice to hear those things from a man your deeply attracted to.
Love. You love him, Mia.
I shush the inner voice that tries to keep me out of trouble. If it were up to her, I wouldn’t be here right now. She’s worried about my heart, but like I told Izzy, I would rather try this than look back with regret.
“I think we need to leave, Lo. I’m not hungry anymore.”
He gives me a sexy smirk as he flags Maria down. “Let’s head to my house.”
∞∞∞
“This is your place?” I ask as I walk into a brownstone not far from my own.
“Yep. Home sweet home. Well, one of them at least. This is the one I spend the most time in. Then the place in Manhattan.”
“I didn’t realize you lived so close to me.”
“Well, I don’t usually advertise where I live. It isn’t the smartest way to be a criminal.”
I chuckle. Of course. I forget he’s a part of the mafia all the time. When he’s with me, he’s just Lo.
“It’s so bland. Why isn’t it decorated?”
“No one comes here. What’s the point?”
My heart aches at his statement. He must lead a lonely life. I wonder if he ever lets anyone in. “I guess you're right. It doesn’t feel like a home, ya know?”
