An Unlikely Gentleman Ch. 04

Thanks to LadyVer for editing and getting this story to make sense.



"I mean...Angelica? Really? How could y'do that!" Trish was furious. She continued trying to slap me as I held her wrist in my hand. I dragged her into my apartment and closed the door behind me. The whole building was not welcome to our conversation.

"Now, where the hell is this coming from?" I had to know.

"Y'fucked Angelica!"

"Yes. Your point being?"

"I just leave for a few days and y'go and fuck one of my friends!"

"Well, I thought not only you could have fun, since you probably were banging a guy back in New York"—I grabbed her other wrist when she tried to slap me again with her free hand—"What the fuck, Trish!"

"What do y'think I am?"

Oh, shit. It dawned on me. It took me a while because I didn't think like an average guy. For me, having sex with a woman didn't always mean that I expected her to be exclusive with me, simply because love was love, sex was sex. On the other hand, there was an area where I did think like an average guy. Trish and I had been sleeping with each other, frequently, and since nothing had been said, I had assumed nothing was happening. Fuck.

In retrospect, it was obvious. She had even mentioned going on the pill for me so we could have bareback sex. This realization took a second, which must have shown on my face.

"Are y'gonna pretend y'just realized right now y'cheated on me, y'bast—"

"Now you listen to me," I growled. When angered, I do not raise my voice. I don't do drama. I keep my intonation low and I enunciate every single word, carefully. The tone made her shrink back. "I do not cheat. Look, if I acted like an idiot by not saying anything—assuming instead of talking it out—I will apologize for it, but I will not be called a cheater just because things were not clear between us."

From being afraid of me, Trish went all the way to confused. She noticed she had touched a complicated subject with me. There was still anger in her eyes, for sure, but now there were more things there.

"Shit, Dante. I don't—I can't deal with this right now," Trish said. As I felt her body relax somewhat, I let her wrists go. She turned around without even looking at me again and exited the apartment with a curt, "Don't call me," before shutting the door behind her.

And not even noon, what a day this is gonna be. I looked at my pull-up bars and found new energy and frustration to vent.

Almost an hour later my calves were trembling after I had lost count of the lunge jumps I had done. My arms were sore, my back felt slightly uncomfortable, and my chest was even twitching. My phone chimed and I checked the message.

ANGELICA Holy shit drama. Trish. U free 2day? Boring 4mal dinner. Need conversation not 2 fall asleep. Need 2 talk 2 u.

I dialed her number.

"Hey, Dante."

"Angelica."

"I'm kinda busy right now, but can you manage to find some time today? There's one of those Mrs. Dalloway events today. I can't be bothered to find a date, and we need to talk. Trish just talked to me. Or should I say, yelled."

"I'm glad to be your 'can't be bothered to,' you know."

"You know what I mean."

"Strangely, I do."

We ended up agreeing to meet in my apartment so we could go from there to the dinner at four, since it started as a cocktail party. I took a bath, selected some casual clothes, and then went over to the hair salon. My only guidance to the stylist was, "I'm growing it out. Make it look good."

Then Ralph called me. He needed to copy some contacts from my phone since he had just bought a new one. I told him to get there quickly because I had plans. Just as I said that there was a knock on the door. I opened it to Ralph wearing his typical polo shirt, white jeans, and those moccasins you rarely see except on yacht-club people in movies.

"Dante, bro!"

Ralph had become a part of the "boy band" unexpectedly. He was a former star of the high school football team. In junior year, he thought Gabriel was just like his older brother so he befriended us. The guy was an absolute asshole to the whole world except to his friends. Suddenly Gabriel, Pan, Mike, and I had been in that select group. Ralph thought like a wolf; the world for him worked in packs—whoever was not part of his pack was either an enemy or a meal. He might not have been very bright, but he was successful and had proven himself to be fiercely loyal. It confused the hell out of me, although from the beginning, the jock had been an unusual friend in my clique. I had grown to have affection for the guy.

"Ralph, are you trying to develop a new pair of biceps? What the hell is going on with those arms?"

"Bro, you flex one of these, bam! Panties come off," he said with his trademark shit-eating grin. And I didn't doubt he could charm underwear off that way. "Anyway, can I copy the contacts from your phone?"

"Sure, I left it on the table." I glanced towards the aforementioned piece of furniture.

"Thanks." He nodded and walked in, taking my smartphone. "So, banging the teen tonight?"

"Uh...not really. We're not doing anything anymore. I'm going out with someone else."

"The jogging girl?"

"Not really."

"Well, I'll be damned. Pan was right! You have learned well, Jedi."

"I think you mean padawan."

"Whatever, bro. So, where did this girl come from?" Ralph kept on making small talk while he copied contacts to his fancy new cell phone. He was floored when he found out that Angelica was not only Trish's friend but also Danielle's. "So you're porking the whole bunch of girls? When is the chunky one's turn?"

"Porking. How elegant of you. And I'm not having sex with Danielle—who, by the way, isn't 'chunky,'" I stated, and then I remembered. "Oh, right, you thought that Scarlett Johansson was fat in the Avengers just because she didn't look like she starved herself."

"She did look fat. She ran like a fat girl when the green guy started messing the airship up."

I gave up on that one. "Anyway. Ralph. I'm expecting company and I gotta get into a suit, so..."

"I'm done," he said as he stood up and went to the door. "I owe you one. And I gotta run, too. We just started this course—Pan, Maria, and me—and we got to meet this Susan girl...we hit it off nicely. Pan seems pretty serious about this one, huh? I mean, Pan is always serious. But this girl, Maria. Yeah. Whatever. About Susan, I'm going to tease the shit out of her until she begs for it," he said, not gracefully grabbing his crotch. In response, I rolled my eyes. He snorted and kept going. "I have some videos to record. Keep in touch and say hi to Galahad when you call him."

Some things never change. After he left, I donned the suit. No tie. I selected a necklace as an accessory. Just in time to hear the doorbell.

"Sounds like you've had a busy day, so far. How dapper," Danielle said in a British accent, appreciatively looking at me. "Wait, are you going to the cocktail party thing?"

"I guess."

She switched back to her original way of speaking. "This is so soap opera. Trish is totally miffed and Angelica invites you over to the event."

"Is Trish going? I'll have to cancel. It's not that I don't want to see her, but my policies include trying to stay drama-free."

"And leave Angelica hanging?"

"She should've thought about it."

"Tell you what. Lemme talk to Trish. She wanted to skip it. I'll talk about this and say that you offered to go, to give her a reason not to go. We all win. I'll do my best to smooth things between Angelica and Trish too."

"That is very generous of you"—then I saw the glint in her eye—"wait, what do I have to do in return?"

The sparkle in her eye intensified and I saw a hint of something else, but it quickly evaporated. "I get five questions. You answer truthfully. I can ask you anytime."

"I can choose not to answer if there's someone else in the room?"

"You get to postpone it."

"If you ask something I don't know the answer to, 'I don't know' is a valid answer and you lose the question."

"Fair enough. The answer needs to make sense. If you have to explain something with lots of background, you'll do so."

"Deal."

***

The knock on the door announced my date. I opened the door, and for effect, I let my jaw drop. Angelica looked like a villain from a Bond movie: sophisticated, like few girls. The cocktail dress pulled against her torso, and then became loose. One of her flawless knees showed. Her chocolate-milk skin contrasted well with the ivory dress that had a straight cut in the chest area; her breasts proclaimed their shape to the world. She had silver accessories, high heels that showed off her toned legs, and clear earrings. Her haughty expression, however, was what gave her the villain touch—she broadcasted a femme fatale impression without even trying.

"Mademoiselle." I offered her my arm.

"Parlez-vous français?"

"Seulement un peu. J'essaie—but I suck...I tried learning. Now, I only have to apply some lotion and I'll be done. How much time do we have left?"

"Like an hour."

"We can get there in half an hour. I'm going to fuck you."

"What! No."

"Yes."

"No, Dante," Angelica said, her authoritative tone final. "This makeup, I can't ruin it by sweating, and I can't take everything off right now. And if we do it with clothes, it's going to be all smelly and it will not look ironed."

"Ok. Ok. You've made your case."

"Thank you."

"I am, however, going down on you."

"Dante—"

"I don't care."

"God, I can't believe I'm doing this." Angelica seemed to still be thrilled by not being in charge, even when she put her foot down. She looked for a good place to do it since she couldn't lay down and wrinkle the dress.

"Sit on the couch's armrest, hike up the dress, and enjoy it," I ordered with a smirk.

The young woman obeyed. She walked over to the couch and when she carefully exposed her body—making sure the fabric didn't suffer the consequences—I stared, curiously.

"You're...not wearing underwear," I said, stating the obvious.

"Well, I wanted to surprise someone when he got lucky tonight." Angelica said this without a hint of shame at being so exposed in front of me.

"Consider me surprised," I told her as I got rid of the suit and unbuttoned the upper section of my shirt. Then kneeling in front of her, I placed random kisses on her knees and headed slowly towards her midsection. Then she placed a hand on my head.

"Dante. Before you do anything, you need to know I'm not looking for a boyfriend. So don't get wrong ideas."

Well, this is the kind of talk I should've had with Trish. "I understand. And it's the same on my side. I'm not expecting anything from you either."

"Good. I mean, no offense, but you're not my type."

"I partially disagree," I mumbled, nibbling on her inner thighs, smelling her arousal. "I seem to be your type once I'm between your legs."

She looked at me with speechless outrage, as she had done at the restaurant days earlier.

"I mean, at first you rejected me, but once you had it inside, you acted as if you wanted to—hmph." Her hands pulled me towards her, forcing me to kiss her inner thighs again. Even like this she wanted to be in control. I obliged and kissed her sensitive skin until I was almost touching her lower lips. Then I had to let her know that she wasn't directing this that easily. "Honestly, Angelica, when was the last time you came like that?" Instead of avoiding her and teasing her after I asked that, I gave her a sloppy lick from the lowest part of her pussy all the way up to her clit.

"How dare you ask me—aaaugh, yes..."

The bossy woman tasted heavenly. I cursed myself for not going down on her constantly. I began to messily make out with her sex, first taking both her ass cheeks in my hands and diving in, and then licking her lower lips thoroughly. In response she grabbed my hair and pulled me tighter against her while moaning wantonly for me.

As before, we were battling for control. Angelica tried to guide my head to different spots; I resisted as much as I could. She pulled harder. A shiver ran down my spine when I tried to slap her clit with my tongue. I felt the sensation shoot straight from my scalp toward my groin.

"Don't pull so hard," I said, before resuming my tongue-lashing.

"Why, are you—ah—afraid of a little roughness?"

"Like hell. I like it too much when you pull harder," I warned her. I hardened my tongue to penetrate her folds and then wriggled it around licking upward. "You keep that up, I'm going to fuck you for hours on end and we won't go to see the Dalloways."

I looked up. Angelica appeared to be debating whether to have wilder sex with me or to fulfill her social requirements. She was dressed up already so her grip on my hair receded. Slightly. Enough for me, however, to understand the meaning. I happily kissed different, random areas of her mound before greedily licking her slit again. I was tempted to leisurely lick, kiss, and nibble on her nether region for as long as I could, but we had a meeting to attend. I didn't even need licking my fingers. I simply wriggled them inside of her. Angelica's inner thighs pressed themselves against my ears with the strength of a woman who frequently works out. But the smoothness of her skin and the way she wanted more was worth my discomfort in that position.

It was extremely complicated to maneuver in the tangle of limbs, so my attempts to find her G-spot were severely hindered, and yet my fingers were doing a good job—judging by Angelica's moans. The only downside for me of going down is that the taste drives me crazy; the body recognizes sex and demands more. Already, my cock felt painfully hard and was asking for compensation. My fingers moved a bit more inside of her as my other hand harshly squeezed her ass. My assault on her pussy lips was not backing down.

The exotic beauty squealed with delight. Angelica moved her hips toward me, the sinuous movement mimicking the one she used when she rode me. My fingers felt the maddening massage that her inner walls had given my cock before and I growled into her lips when the memory assaulted me. I began eating her out in a lust-fueled frenzy. Out of the blue I spanked her—then dug my fingers into her ass again—behaving more like an animal than a male needing his orgasm.

Angelica's nails trailed a path from my upper back to my scalp and judging by the pressure around my fingers, I was hitting the right spots. She messed up my hair when my tongue changed strategies of attack. Knowing that she was reaching her climax, I devoured her pussy with urgency, kissed her lower lips passionately, and sucked slightly around her clit. There was no time to lose; we needed her to cum as quickly as possible so her appearance wouldn't be marred by her orgasm.

I dug around my mental book of oral sex strategies and hurriedly tried them all—tongue movements, sighing, moaning, my fingers exploring the skin inside of her—the whole nine yards in a condensed edition until I found the one that worked for Angelica. I made my tongue flat to cover a larger area and then pressed it against her clit shaking my tongue against her sensitive skin as my index finger curled itself inside of her and massaged a hard-to-reach area.

She made a noise that was difficult to classify and I knew I had hit the jackpot. I repeated the combination over and over with higher intensity each time and felt her contracting more and more around my fingers. Her hips started motoring away beyond her control. Angelica urged me on—not that she needed to—as her orgasm rushed towards her. Trembling uncontrollably, she wildly bucked her hips against my face while I held on to keep my mouth on her pussy. She pressed me towards her hot sex but I wasn't ready. I held on, trying not to run out of breath while she came, and right after she came, the young woman went all soft around me and breathed heavily. I looked up at her, evaluating the damages. She wasn't a mess, fortunately.

"We're done, get ready," I ordered her when I stood up. Angelica seductively licked my lips before giving me a small kiss on the lips—tasting herself—and complied.

"Lip gloss. I'm not going to ruin the makeup artist's work, but"—her hand snaked down; she lowered my zipper, expertly pulled my cock out, and breathed on it slowly without touching it, the hot air caressing the crown—"I promise I'll compensate for it later tonight," she added with a wink.

"I thought you didn't do oral sex," I told her, arching an eyebrow, teasing.

"Well, I can always go back to my previous ways if you don't like it," Angelica retorted in a similar tone. While sex doesn't necessarily get you to love the other person, it definitely oils the dynamic in a different way. I liked it.

"So you're sucking me off tonight, then."

***

A minute later we were knocking on Danielle's door. Her dress was red and not as daring in design as Angelica's, but she looked spectacular. For accents, she had used some gold and a shawl that went with everything. When Angelica spoke, Danielle and I realized we had been staring at each other for a few seconds.

"Danielle," my date said seductively, "could I borrow some perfume? I forgot to wear any."

"Yup! Come on, I'll show you!" Danielle definitely suspected or knew what had happened; after all, it had taken place in my living room, but she graciously didn't acknowledge it.

The two differently tempting women strode to Danielle's room but were stopped by a suddenly opening door. Angelica jumped back, giving out a yelp.

"Danielle, you're out of clean towels—oh," Jason said, coming out of the bathroom and stopping. What he said and how he said it gave me a few new insights into him, and his relationship with Danielle.

One, he called out to Danielle in the tone one uses for a long-time friend when the relationship is crumbling and both friends are politely tolerating each other's presence. This tone infuriated me. To hear it used for Danielle was unreasonable. I didn't expect Jason to address her as a deity, but some warmth would've been expected.

Two, Jason had the slowest reflexes I've ever seen. Angelica had jumped back when the door opened, and he had stepped out and said his piece before noticing other people in the apartment.

Three, while Jason was evidently out of shape, the surprise was that I could think of a few states that probably required a license to operate what dangled between his legs. Hey, gotta check out the competition, and it did seem like it would come down to skill in my case.

"What the—" Jason shut the door.

"What's next, the lights go out in the party and we get to meet a long-lost brother, too? Life is starting to feel like a sitcom," I grumbled.

"Who would've thought?" Angelica said, winking at Danielle.

"Anyway, so—towel, perfume." Danielle walked with Angelica in tow. She went to a closet, pulled out a towel, handed it to Jason after carefully opening the bathroom door, and then headed for her own room. She raised her voice so I could listen. "Don't tempt Murphy. We might get caught in a blizzard or something!"

"Well, Murphy can kiss my marketable ass," I said, tempting the fates.

"Angelica's last name is Faris, not Murphy," Danielle quipped.

"Hey!"

"I do not kiss and tell, but I can tell what didn't happen in the kiss. Angelica doesn't do that," I informed my neighbor, adding a cheeky, "yet."

"Dante." Angelica's tone was an obvious warning to withdraw sex from the conversation.

I stared back at her, convinced that I could make her crave it enough. She looked back at me accepting the challenge.

"My, aren't you guys intense," Danielle said, interrupting our stare-down, and then glanced at the clock obviously implying we'd be late.