by Mia Madison
I was in control, and I had this man right where I wanted him: confessing midnight fantasies to me.
“I got the baddest girl in Miami grinding on my dick,” he growled. His hands found my hips and he held onto me as I continued. He let out an erotic exhale and said, “How the fuck can any stripper beat that? I prefer passion over entertainment… and I can feel your passion wetting up my dick through your panties.”
My heart and my cunt creamed, but I only moaned softly in response to that statement. Words were enough to weaken a woman, but it was imperative that I stayed strong and didn’t let him take control of me so easily.
I needed to make him cum, lose control because of me and think about me for the rest of the weekend. We weren’t officially involved, as it had only been a few days, and I remembered the bitchy girls at King of Diamonds. The very pretty Blasian one was especially rude once he brought me to the table. Women were usually rude like that when feelings were involved. He dismissed her as his “little friend,” but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a different idea of their situation.
No. No sex until I was for certain that girl wasn’t more involved than he let on. As far as I was concerned, men were liable to say anything for some new pussy.
I slid my arms against his as the climax of the song came to a head. I wanted to direct him toward my inner thighs, close enough to feel the heat of my core, yet keep him on edge—because he wouldn’t be able to touch.
His dick jolted. “Why are you playing with me like this, mami?”
I tittered and placed his hands back on my thighs, butterflying my legs on the tip of his cock, which strained through his pants. I grazed the outline of my thong. It felt soaking wet; there’d definitely be no mistake about leaving pussy juice all over his crotch pants.
The music switched up to something sexier and faster, and I sped up along with the pace. Being a stripper—even for a night—was a fantasy of mine, but I would never go through with it. For one, the Miami Heat paid generously, and two, I didn’t have the desire to work myself out every night competing against a bunch of women for some singles.
No disrespect to dancers. Morelli and other dancers worked hard and were really talented. But I knew the dark side of dancing. One bad night or client could mess up your flow. I needed my money to remain consistent, and I didn’t want to perform for men I wasn’t attracted to just to pay my bills.
“Awww shit, baby, work that sexy ass.” I looked back and saw Nick bite his lip. I couldn’t resist swerving around and straddling his lap face-on. I made sexy faces while I made it clap on him, moving to the side so he can take a look at me jiggle on him.
He brought his hands to my ass and pressed those juicy lips to my neck, making me groan in desire. “Niiiick,” I gasped. “Mmmm, behave…”
“Behave?” he repeated. “You got all this sexy ass in my face, and you been working on my dick for twenty minutes. You know damn well I want you.”
My devilish smirk served as my sole response. Nick gave me exactly what I wanted, chinks in his smooth armor that let me peek into his desire.
I adjusted myself, ensuring my clit was against his erection, and then slowed down to ride the beat to an orgasm. Yes, I was planning on letting this mood and Nick’s dick make me cum all over him, without one lick of penetration.
Penetration would have been delicious; it was clear that Nick had a gift between his legs. But it was clear we were playing the long game.
I couldn’t rush any of this.
Instead of going all the way tonight, I’d leave him breathless, and go home. After showering, I’d pull out my vibrator and get mine for real as I laid in bed, using this entire experience to provide ample fantasy material to get me to bust a nut all over my soft Egyptian cotton sheets.
I placed my hand on Nick’s shoulder for balance. I ran the other up and down my body. I slid my hand back up, letting the feel of my nails rake through my scalp tilt my head up.
I closed my eyes and let my gyrations intensify, hitting my clit at just the right angle, one that would stimulate my ring and send me over the edge.
“Goddamn, baby, ride my dick,” Nick encouraged. “You got my shit stiffer than a motherfucker.” His hand slapped my ass and his fingers spread for a full grip.
Before the end of the song, I felt my legs tremble. It was at that point I realized my goal had been accomplished. I came so hard the gush spread from between my legs to all over Nick’s pants.
“Ah,” I said. “Ah, fuck… Argh.” My body ached, demanding attention, begging for me to push through. A hot rush of pure need made me grab Nick’s chin and push my tongue into his mouth.
Moaning obscenely with abandon, I thrusted myself against him, making him hold me tighter and grip back. As our tongues danced, I felt his cock jerk.
Then he dropped the bomb.
“You don’t have a man, mami?”
Dilayla
“You don’t have a man, mami?”
He pulled away, looking at me with the slightest bit of fear and uncertainty.
I shook my head. Brian didn’t claim me. He still dated other women, and just the other day, we had another argument where he made it clear he didn’t want to give them up.
“No tienes novia, papi?”
“Fuck no. Shit… keep speaking that Spanish shit to me. It sounds so sexy.” He shook his head and groaned, and I felt his body stiffen with my gyrations. He pulled me closer to him, and I whispered all kinds of sweet nothings in his ear, all in Spanish. I told him his dick was big, that I wanted his big black cock deep inside me, and I couldn’t wait for him to fuck my tight cunt.
I know he couldn’t understand a word my sexy ass was saying, just listening to the way my tongue rolled in a foreign language while we dry fucked each other. But it was enough to send his ass over the edge. I enjoyed every single second on top of this man, holding him hostage between my legs as he erupted and lost control, spilling his nut in his pants.
“Fuuuuuuuck!” he groaned, a sheen of sweat covering his face. I felt his legs tremble. I brought my lips to his, giving him small, sweet kisses, luscious little moans added onto my affection.
Music played in the background as we recovered. His hand wrapped around my waist, and he breathed into my ear.
“You are wrong for this, you know that, right?” he said. “Got me cumming in my pants from a lap dance like I’m in high school or something.”
I giggled. “That’s what I do, papi.”
He kissed my cheek. “Let me find out, you wild baby girl?”
“Mmmmm,” I said, not offering a clear response to his question.
Ambiguity was my thing; words could never top actions. I deserved a man who would tie me up and eat whipped cream out my ass. I knew that man was Nick, but the time just wouldn’t be tonight.
With a semi-reluctant sigh, I pulled back and dismounted the tall, bronzed hunk in front of me. He looked dazed and out of breath, as if I’d rocked his ass to sleep. His hazel eyes were low and lazy, like he was ready to pass out.
I used that as my cue to leave. Grabbing my heels and purse, I took a final look around. “Come lock the door behind me, babe.”
“You know you don’t have to leave,” he offered. “We can grab breakfast in the morning.”
“I am not doing the walk of shame in this dress,” I replied. Even though the offer was tempting, absence made the heart grow fonder. I needed him to crave me, and that meant pulling away just enough for him to relive this night over and over and over.
I wanted sugarplum visions of sexy strippers, lap dances, and me making him blow his load dancing through his head until he was granted access to my presence again.
As for me? I would head home, take a long shower, and give myself the most righteous orgasm possible.
“Call me tomorrow?” he said, leaning against the wall with one hand as I made my exit.
I tilted my head to the side. “We’ll see.”
“Come here,” he said, beckoning me wit
h a finger.
“Hmm?” I inquired playfully.
“You really don’t have a man?” He asked. “None at all?”
“I have a situation,” I admitted. “But I’ve been closing the door on it.”
“Define ‘situation.’”
“Well, we’ve been on and off for years, but he won’t commit. Always texts me ‘what are you doing’ instead of actually taking me on a date. Just the other day, one of his other chicks pulled up and went crazy.” I stopped and wrinkled my nose. “Actually, it was the day I met you. I haven’t really talked to him since.”
“At all?”
“He texts me, but again… he doesn’t bring anything to the table. I need a real man, not a little boy with a loose dick and a bunch of hoes.”
“Yeah, you do.” He pulled me in for another rapturous kiss. This one was slow and made my heart speed up. His tongue tried to tickle my tonsils when I placed my hand on his chest and pulled my head back.
“Wait, hold up. You’re asking about me, but what about your ‘little friend?’ The one you kicked out of VIP?”
“Trinity is an old flame. She’s a non-issue. I haven’t messed with her in months. We’re friends, and I genuinely care about her, but she has too much drama in her life.”
“Drama?” That’s the excuse I was used to hearing from guys. Usually the real truth was the drama was brought on from their inability to keep it real with the women they were dealing with.
“She has three kids, and two psycho baby daddies,” he said. “She’s intelligent and cool, but I can’t deal with a woman whose exes kick down doors and threaten to whoop my ass.”
My eyes narrowed in suspicion. That sounded extra, but I would let him pass. It was too late at night, and I wasn’t interested in killing my vibe.
“Trust me, mami. I’m interested in you,” Nick said. He licked his lips and looked at me. “I don’t give a damn about your ex-man ‘cause I know he ain’t got shit on a man like me.”
“Oh?” I cocked my eyebrow in response.
“Yeah.” He nodded and the look in his eyes was fierce and serious. “He can’t touch you like me. He can’t love you like me. And I haven’t even touched it, but I know for damn sure he can’t fuck you like me.”
“How would you know?” I countered, crossing my arms over my chest to cover my nipples. They were hardening from Nick’s words and I was in danger of testing his guarantees.
“Because if he was even remotely capable, you wouldn’t be here with me.” Nick smiled wryly as he gave my body the once over. “Cover those hard nipples all you want. One day, you’ll be feeding them to me, crying at how good it feels to have me taste your pretty ass while you bounce on my dick.”
“Not if I don’t have you whimpering first.”
“Baby girl, you’re sweet as sugar from your earlobe to your ass crack. But one stroke and you’ll sign over your soul to me,” he growled as he cupped my ass and pushed me into his crotch. He was soft, but the mass was still impressive. “And I don’t mind a little competition. He’ll go crazy once I have you on my team… but trust me, you ain’t fucking with him anymore.”
I nearly fainted. There was no fucking mistaking Nick’s aggression. He was bold in a way that meant he played no games. I searched for something to say, but his dauntless words forced sophisticated banter to elude me. I simply gasped in response.
“I can smell that pussy through those panties, and all over my pants.” He reached under and swirled his finger over my soaked panties, careful not to touch my bare skin. He inhaled. “Fuck, that pussy smells superb. I can taste it through my nose; you’re tight as hell. You’ll feel so good breaking open on my dick.”
He was a true player. His words were smoother as hell. A submissive moan escaped me and my knees buckled. I was almost ready to surrender.
Nick chuckled as he caught me. His hands caressed me as he kissed his way from my neck to my lips. “Mmmm, you sure you wanna go home? I can play this game all night.”
I pressed my hand against his chest. Nah, playa.
“Oh, baby, I’m good. I’m headed home…” I stepped back and cleared my throat, gathering myself to head to Raquel’s car with dignity. “I have a long day ahead of me, and you’ve clearly become delirious from all that beer.”
A wide, slow, sexy smile spread, revealing his perfect teeth as he looked me over sensually. I could feel his gaze rake over my skin, and I defiantly pushed my chest out, letting him see my hard nipples poke through the fabric as I tossed all my hair to one side.
“Call me as soon as you’re home. I’ll wait up for your call.”
I checked my messages on the way to the car. Of course, there were more from Brian, but who gave a shit? Not me. It was clear that his time was up from the moment I swerved him for Nick.
Brian had nothing on Nick’s sexy, seductive swagger. Brian wanted to be the man, juggle a bunch of hoes to make up for the fact that he wasn’t talented enough to leave the bench. Nick beat him with a decent career, and he knew what games to play, and how to use them to keep me enticed. He didn’t make me compete for his attention; instead, he dismissed the competition so I knew where his focus was.
And watching our best friends get married, I realized it was time to reconsider the way I treated my love life. My heart was made of gold, but until now, I wanted it to belong to Brian. Anyone and anything else was just fun until he realized what he had in me.
Raquel would be pleased to listen to me spill tea on my night with Nick. She’d definitely comment over his superiority, and remind me that he was way better than Brian. There wouldn’t be any argument. He was, clearly. But I just needed to ride the wave out, and dismiss Brian.
I’d let him go nicely, I decided as I approached my apartment door. There wouldn’t be any need to discuss this with him. Just continue to ignore his texts and phone calls until he gets the hint and goes away. For good.
It sounded like the perfect plan. Ghost on Brian, and let him figure it out on his own. He’d done that to me plenty of times. But just as I put my key in the door, I felt the warmth of a presence on my back.
“Where the fuck you been?”
I jumped and turned. “Brian, you scared me!”
His eyes were glassy and narrow. I could see he was pissed off, but for what? He’d had a bevy of broads to choose from, and I finally realized I couldn’t be the one he loved.
“Why haven’t you answered your phone?” he demanded, ignoring the fact that I was still trying to determine how and why he was here in front of my apartment door.
“I’ve been busy,” I countered. I turned and looked at him, arms folded. I refused to back down.
“Doing what?”
“The fuck does it matter?”
“Because I’ve been trying to get in contact with you all day, and you’re acting different.” His voice raised slightly.
“You need to lower your voice. It’s one in the morning, and the entire building doesn’t need to hear you screaming.”
“Girl, hush.” He waved his hand dismissively. “I don’t give a shit about anyone hearing me.”
I turned to put my key in the door. He attempted to follow me in, but I put my hand up, stopping him. “I have to get up early in the morning.”
“That’s cool.”
He didn’t get the hint, but I wasn’t having it.
“Brian, Raquel just got married. I’m helping her move in the morning. I need to go to bed. I’ll hit you up later. Get home safe and thanks for checking on me.”
He looked at me in disbelief. “You see how wasted I am right now? You’re just going to leave me out here?”
“Bruh,” I said, shrugging nonchalantly. “Nobody told you to drink that much. Call an Uber or something.”
“Uber’s aren’t answering right now.”
“Not my problem.” I shooed him away while I closed the door. He continued to beat on the door, talking through it and telling me I shouldn’t be so cold to him since he got drunk sitting ar
ound waiting for me.
My phone vibrated. Nick. I answered on the first ring. “Hey.”
“Didn’t I ask you to let me know when you’re home?” he said sleepily.
“I’m sorry, I just got here.”
At that exact moment, Brian banged harder. “Dilayla, stop playing!”
“Sounds like he can’t get enough of you,” Nick teased. “He could smell you coming up the stairs.”
“Boy, hush!” I said. I told him about Brian’s inebriated confrontation, and the fact that I locked him out because I just didn’t want to be bothered.
“Girl, I knew what you had between them thighs was dangerous to the average man,” he said. “But it’s all good. You know I can handle you.”
“Tuh!” I huffed. “I’m going to bed. Good night, Nick.”
“Good night,” he said breezily. “Tell my pussy good night too.”
“Hush!”
Nick
Kenny and Raquel asked me to meet them at Raquel’s house a little after three p.m. We spent the afternoon boxing up clothes and some of her other belongings, as they would be brought over to Kenny’s condo.
“Are you going to sell the house, sis?”
“No,” Raquel replied. Her hair was pulled up in a casual ponytail. She wore a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt. “It’s my parents’ house. I own it free and clear. I think we’ll move back in when we have children or something.”
“You mean in less than three months?” Kenny cocked his head. “You know Mom is going crazy about getting grandbabies.”
“Geeze Louise! Kenny, we just got married twenty-four hours ago.”
“I know, but I told you she was ready for grandkids.”
“Is it just us three?” I asked, cutting in. I finished my bottle of water and threw it in the trash.
“Dilayla’s on the way. She had to take care of something first.”
My mind flashed to last night, the way those perfect Dominican hips swiveled all over me. She dry humped my dick until she came all over me. I wasn’t into high school foreplay, but the way she looked when she cried out made my dick scream.
