EroticReverie

The entire drive to Santino's apartment I debate whether or not I sure turn back around, see if they're okay. See if Matteo is okay. 

As soon as I park in lot I text both of them, Santino and Matteo in a group chat.

"What's going on , are you guys okay?" I type and sit in the car looking around, scared out of my mind. 

I wait and wait with no response and then get out of the car and walk around to the front of the apartment building and inside where the same girl is at the front desk. 

She smiles, but it slightly falls when she sees my face, sees my eyes red and blotchy from crying. 

"Mister Marchetti isn't in right now." she says with a forced smile. 

I shake my head. "Yeah...no..I know...I'm going to wait for him upstairs." 

She just nods and I can feel her eyes on me as I walk to the elevators, staring at my phone waiting for the reply form either of them. 

As I get to Santino's floor and open his apartment door then close it behind me and lock it. My phone dings with a new message.

From Santino.

"We're fine. Make yourself at home. Shouldn't be too much longer. We'll call when we leave." he messages back. 

"Ok." I type back and then set his keys on the table inside the door and put my back to the wall and slowly slide down to the floor, bringing my knees to my chest as I set the phone screen side up the floor and stare at it as I wrap my arms around my legs. 

I wait. 

Ten minutes go by and I feel myself slightly rocking in place, my hand reaching out to text them. Reaching out to activate the screen anytime it goes black, to make sure my phone doesn't malfunction and make me miss the message of them telling me they're okay and on their way. 

Twenty minutes goes by and each of them feels longer than the last as I chew my lip and think about that prick flashing his gun at Matteo, flashing me his slimy smile.

Thirty minutes goes by and I pick up the phone ready to call, and then stop myself. What if I cause a distraction that might put them at a higher risk of whatever is going on. Santino didn't say not to text or call, but he didn't offer me to do so if needed. 

I set the phone back down and I rub my hands on my legs, wiping the sweat from them, then along my dress to dry them further, staring, and staring , and staring at the phone, trying to will one of them to call me.

Forty minutes...and I swear I'm having a panic attack, unsure of why I feel so attached to this guy that I just met.  Why I'm so worried, why I can't just will myself to take an Uber home and run from a guy who has only screamed danger and red flags since I met him.  Do I want to get into a relationship with a guy who has men with weapons cornering him in an office?  Yes. I tell myself. You do. You idiot. I cant bring myself to just get up and walk out, go home and disappear. Because even though it's seeming that Matteo's life is messier than I could begin to imagine. He needs someone. I could tell it by the way he thanks me endlessly for my help the other night with his sisters kids, I could tell it by the way he got upset when I'd accused him of viewing me as one of his groupies. He might be messy, but I wanted him to be my mess. I wanted to help him, or at least be there. 

Fifty minutes and my tears start again and I wipe them with the back of my hand, cursing at myself for coming here, I should have stayed. I start to breathe heavily and then my head darts up towards the door as I hear two voices, coming through the hall, my heart pounding with relief hearing them as the key turns in the door. 

I don't have it in me to stand, I let the door open, and Matteo, who was speaking to Santino, stops when he swings the door open, the key still in the lock as his hand drops and he sees me on the floor.

"Baby no" he says and walks over and crouches down grabbing my face. 

"I'm fine..everything is okay." he says, sitting right on the floor with me and pulling me into his lap sideways and holding me to him as I start to sob. So fucking dramatic I tell myself in my head, but I can't help it. I wrap my arms tightly around him burying my face in his neck as he strokes my back and then my head with his other hand trying to soothe me. 

"Shhh, it's fine..i promise..." he says and Santino, takes the key from the lock closing the door and locking it behind him, and walking past us into his apartment letting Matteo cradle me on the floor. 

"I'm so sorry you had to be there...I'm sorry that you were so worried." he says quietly and I just squeeze him tighter. 

"What the fuck" I cry into his chest and he wraps both arms around me and kisses my temple , kisses the top of my head over and over. 

"I'm sorry Bella...I'm so sorry" he says as he grabs my face with his hands and wipes my tears with his thumbs and kisses my mouth, then each cheek that is wet with tears. 

"God, im so fucking sorry....and I was so...fucking pissed at Sal....I just forgot to call...I wasn't thinking...I'm sorry...fuck." he says and kisses me again. 

"Who is he?" I ask my voice shaky and he shakes his head. 

"A fucking asshole, that's who he is." he answers and through my wet lashes I give him a stare, letting him know I need more of an explanation. 

He sighs and kisses me. 

"C'mon...let's go sit on the couch at least...I'll tell you whatever you want to know..." he says shifting me off his lap, standing and then grabbing my hands to help me up. 

"Let's go wash your face first okay? Splash it with some cold water or something." he says grabbing my hand and walking me through to the bathroom. 

He lifts me to sit on the counter in the bathroom as he grabs a clean wash cloth from the cabinet and then turns on the cold water. 

I sniffle as I watch him run the rag under the water and ring it out and then turn of the water and stand in front of me as he wipes my cheeks, gently running the soft , wet, cold cloth over my face.

"I'm sorry for crying." I say. I'm not sure why I apologize. 

He shakes his head. "Why are you sorry? You have no need to be. Stop it. " he says as i look up at him and he sets the wash cloth down.

"I....I have a lot of messy shit in my life Arabella....and...I totally understand if you want to reconsider this...us..." he says. 

I shake my head. "No. I don't." I say and grab at his shirt to pull him to me, afraid he's pushing me away. 

"Don't push me away" I say. 

"I'm not....I just don't want you to think you have to stay and.."

i cut him right off. 

"Shut up" I say as I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him, hard, demanding him to quiet himself.

His hands slip onto my face again, as I pull him towards me further by his shirt and wrap my legs around him.

"I'm not going anywhere." I whisper as I pull from his mouth, leaving it still close to his as our foreheads press against one anothers. 

I feel his hands slip up my face gently, and he grabs my hair in his fists and he exhales, his hands desperate to keep me, thankful i'm not running out the door. 

He lifts his forehead from mine and lets our lips connect again, softly .

"I need you." he whispers. 

"Matteo" I say his name. 

"Not like that....I just....I need you." he says. 

I nod in understanding. 

"I'm here." I say and kiss him again , his hands going to my waist as we kiss slowly and softly. 

He sighs as he pulls back and looks at me. 

"I'm sorry you were worried....I'm sorry you were there...I shouldn't have let you stay...you don't belong in that place." he says.

"Neither do you." I say lifting a hand to his face, my thumb crossing over his busted lip and looking at his bruised eye. He smiles slightly and reaches up and grabs my hand turning his face and kissing my palm and then lowering my hand. 

"I don't have a choice." he says. 

"Why not?" I ask. 

He nods to the door. 

"Let's go sit out there....we can talk." he says and I nod as he pulls me off the counter and we walk out to the living area where Santino is sitting and has beers ready for us on the coffee table and Matteo grabs his before even sitting down. 

When I sit down beside him, he lifts my legs up over his one leg, letting my calves and feet dangle over and between his legs. 

"Want me to go?" Santino asks and Matteo shakes his head. 

--

About 10-15 minutes later I'm given a brief rundown of Matteo's history with Sal Deluca. 

"So....you...were in a gang?" I ask when he's done. 

"Well...we never called it that...but considering the things he had us do...yeah...I guess you could call it that. " he says. 

"And..you're currently buying your way out?" I ask. 

He nods. 

"That's why he was there tonight....as soon as someone told him I'd won....he knew this fight would be bringing me a lot of money."  he said. 

"How much more do you owe him?" I ask. 

"Tonight's fight paid off almost all of it." he says. 

"I owe about 50 grand more." he says.

"WHAT?!" I exclaim. 

Matteo shrugs. 

"That guy is a prick" Santino snarls. 

My eyes go to Santino then to Matteo. 

"I make a couple grand from each fight usually...tonight was big money...he was going to let me buy myself out with just tonights money." Matteo says.

"Then what happened why do you still owe him that much?!" I ask.

"Because he's a scumbag." Matteo scowls, and places his hand on my knee.

"Cause the only way he'd let him of the hook was if Matteo let him-" Santino starts

"Shut the fuck up Santino" Matteo whips his head to his brother with a scowl, his hand gripping my knee tighter. Santino's mouth pauses and then snaps shut and he lifts his beer to his mouth with a shrug. 

"What? If you let him what?" I ask. 

Matteo gives his brother a thanks a lot look and then to me. 

"Nothing." he says. "Doesnt matter, I can have him paid off by the end of the year if I keep fighting and winning." he says.

"Matteo." my voice is firm, a warning, letting him know I need him to tell me. 

He shoots his brother another look and he gives an apologetic shrug.

"He wanted something I wasn't willing to give him, that's all." he says. 

"What did he want?" I ask. 

Matteo sighs.

"He wanted to spend some time with one of the girls there." he says. 

"Oh...." I say. 

I notice Santino's eyebrows raise as if he's surprised by Matteo's response.

"They wouldn't do it?" I ask. 

Matteo looks at me. "I didn't ask." 

"But they would've done it...they'd do anything you asked them to...gladly..." I say. And realize what I'm saying, telling my new boyfriend he should've pimped out a fan to his ex gang leader, mob boss, what the fuck ever you would call Sal. 

"No..you're right...god that guy is a dick." I say shaking my head.

Matteo nods. 

I look to Santino who is giving Matteo a look, but Matteo isn't looking at him. But then he turns his head when he notices I'm staring. 

"Bro...shut the fuck up..seriously" he says to Santino who just throws his hands up, his palms facing us in surrender, not having said a word,  as he gets up grabbing the empty beer bottles and mutters something as he walks into the kitchen. 

"What? What is it?" I ask and look at Matteo. 

"Tell me" I say. 

He heaves a long sigh. 

"The reason i didn't ask the girl to do it...wasn't because I was above asking one of the fame hungry, money hungry chicks to do it.....it was because he asked for a specific girl.." Matteo said. 

It didn't register at first , the wheels turning, searching for the message between the lines. 

"You." Matteo says. 

I feel my heart stop. 

"Oh." I say and look down. 

"I didn't want to tell you, cause I don't want you thinking I want you to fucking offer yourself on my behalf, because I would only end up in jail if he ever laid a fucking finger on you, or anyone for that matter. Absolutely no part of me wants him anywhere near you. I just...know you worried about me comparing you to the girls that hang out there....and I didnt want you for a second to think I had considered it.. even for a fucking second...or that I.."

I cut him off  by shaking my head, and grabbing his hand. 

"You don't have to explain...I get it... " I say and lean against him, kissing his neck and then nuzzling my head under his chin and wrapping my arm around him and his arms come around me to hold me. 

Santino comes back in with a beer for himself and sits down. 

"I swear that prick gets off on your seconds." Santino says. 

"He's asked you to do this before?" I ask. 

Matteo gives another aggravated look at his brother. 

"No...my ex....about 2 years ago...about a year after I left Sal's group...he was always coming around after fights to collect his payment....when my ex realized he had more money than I did....she went to him." he says.

"Ew. Why?" I ask. 

Him and Santino both chuckle at my disgusted expression. 

"Money hungry bi-" Santino pauses "lady...money hungry lady." 

I give a slight laugh. "Fuck that...say it...she's a bitch." I say and they both laugh. 

"I'm sorry she did that" I say holding Matteo's hand and squeezing. 

He gives me a little smile. 

"It's fine...I knew what she was after...we hadn't been together a long time...so...I wasn't that upset about it." he says.

"Yeah but...fuck her....using you like that...that's shitty." I say.

He nods. And I realize why Matteo thought he'd "owe me one" after helping him out the other night. He wasn't used to people being nice without having an ulterior motive. 

"I don't want your money." I felt the need to say. 

He laughed and so did Santino.

"You didn't even know who I was when we met at first....and the way you refused me, and didn't fall all over me like...a groupie..." he smirks. "As bad as I wanted you to.." he teases. "I knew you weren't like them." he says. 

"Are you using me for my money?" I ask cocking a brow. 

His eyebrows raise. 

"I have a hefty sum of about a thousand dollars in my bank account, and need to make sure you're not out to run off with my fortune" I say. 

He laughs and pecks my cheek. 

"I like you." he smirks. 

"Doesnt answer my very important question" I say and they both laugh and Matteo shakes his head and then kisses me. 

"The only treasure of yours I want currently...doesn't reside in a bank account." he winks. 

I roll my eyes. "Pervert" I say and push off his lap and he laughs with Santino. 

"Well I have to get up for work early...you guys can stay if you need to...or just lock up when you head out."  Santino says. 

He gives Matteo a little slap of their hands and then nods to me with a smile. 

"See ya soon Arabella." he says and I give a smile and nod back. 

"see ya." I say as Matteo pulls me to straddle him.

"Your poor face" I say shaking my head at his black eye and his busted lip and he smiles. 

"What bad boys don't turn you on Morelli?" he waggles his brows as he grabs my ass and pulls me into him. 

I shake my head, lying.  Because as much as I hate that the other guy ruined his gorgeous face temporarily, that it was indeed....a turn on to know the strength he possessed. That he was dangerous. 

"Liar" he whispers, his hands grabbing my ass harder, and then pulling up my dress and I lick my lips and he grins. 

"Mmmhmm...lick those lips..." he taunts me as his hands grab my bare ass and I feel him pull at my cheeks, spreading them and I moan as one hand slips down and between my legs.

"Lick them while I find out just how little bad boys turn you on..." he grins as I gasp and his finger pushes against my soaked entrance. 

He shakes his head. 

"Why would you lie to me like that?" his eyes on mine and his finger pushes in slightly. I moan and he grins. 

He pulls his hand from between my thighs, and brings his hand around the front instead, pulling me up, my hands on his shoulders, as I straddle him on my knees, my chest near his face as he reaches back between my legs from the front and sinks two fingers right up inside of me. 

I keep my eyes on his as he grins at the way my mouth drops open and I curse. 

"Mmm....from what I can tell Bella...you really....really....like bad guys" he says teasingly as I start to ride his fingers, my hips rolling and grinding. 

I gasp and grab his face as I ride his fingers, he groans as I pant and bring my mouth close to his.

"I'm so wet" I whine. 

He groans as we listen to the sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. 

"Yes you are Bella....so fucking wet" he groans and his teeth snatch my lower lip and I moan as he wraps his one arm around my lower back and swings me to the side and onto my back as he hovers over me, his other hand still between my legs. 

"I've never wanted anything as bad as I want you Bella" he groans and his fingers fuck me harder, faster as I gasp, holding in my moans as he fingers me on his brothers couch. 

His one hand pushes my dress up and I help him, pulling it all the way up over my tits and he yanks it off making my arms go up as he tosses it clear across the fucking living room of his brothers apartment. 

I moan as his mouth sinks to my chest and his teeth grab hold of my nipple and he pulls gently. I hiss through my teeth, grabbing the back of his head with one hand as he starts to suck , starts to lick and his fingers thrust continuously, deep inside of me, curving, hitting my g spot. 

I let out a tiny whimper and moan a bit too loud. 

"Shh baby" he hushes me. 

I groan at having to silence myself and bite my lips together as I arch my back and his tongue drags to my other breast and devours the flesh of that one next. 

I gasp, panting heavily as his mouth trails down, and down and down , closer and closer to where his fingers are working and I squirm with need as his lips tease at my hip, and then slip down with a curve. 

"Shit" I curse with a tiny squeak as his tongue pushes against my clit and his fingers pump in and out. 

My legs start to quiver as it builds inside of me. I grab his hair in one hand, the other hand pushing down into the couch as I grind my pussy on his mouth and fingers, rolling my hips. 

"yessss" I hiss and gasp , holding my breath as Matteo makes me squirt.

His fingers pull from my cunt as his tongue goes down and inside of me, and then he sucks at my pussy, all up and down it, taking my cum, and shoving his fingers back inside to steal more. Coaxing my g spot again and within seconds I'm cumming more, feeling myself squirt just a bit and his greedy mouth devouring me again, groaning, grunting like an animal as he tastes his success. 

He spreads my lips and his tongue works my clit, my body trembling with the aftershocks of my g-spot orgasm, and I don't know if I can handle the clitoral one he's working on right now. 

"Fuck, that's so good" I cry , and pant, and curse, and gasp, and reach down, with both hands grasping the hair of god's apparent gift to my clit as he makes me cum again. This time I can't help it, and a tiny scream leaves me as I fall apart again, my legs are pushed open by his strong hands as I try to snap them shut. His force keeping me in place as he forces me to keep cumming. I yelp and try to breathe as my breath seems to be lost as I cum hard for him. 

I curse loudly and he chuckles into my pussy and drags his tongue slowly up and down over my clit, teasing me, taunting me as I tremble when his tongue passes over my sensitive clit. 

I don't even want to think about how soaked the cushion of his brothers couch is with my sex, but that's all I can think about as I feel myself dripping, but his tongue licks up and down my slit, clit to hole, several times making me groan as I try to catch my breath, his tongue goes lower cleaning up the dripping arousal that went down between my ass. He pushes my legs together and towards me as his tongue finds my ass, and tongues it, playing with my tight hole , dancing it over the nerves there , wetting it. Groaning as he licks my ass again and again, pushing his tongue just slightly against it, slightly into it. 

"Jesus christ" I yelp and he laughs, giving it another lick and then letting my legs fall back down and open as he kisses back up my body, and stops to suck slowly, gently on my nipples, groaning to himself as he takes them into his mouth one at a time. 

"Wanna go to my place?" he asks with a smirk as he looks up at me. 

"YES" I say aggressively and he laughs. 

He kisses my mouth and then pushes up and walks across the room to retrieve my dress and brings it to me. 

I throw it on over my head as his hands grab my tits, massaging them. and they work their way down my body, my dress following them. 

"Fuck your body is so insane" he groans and pulls me to him after I pull my dress down, grinning at him for the way he cant keep his hands off me. I pull my hair out of my dress. 

"Let's go" he says and grabs my hand.