Running From Love

Love is often described as an intense feeling of deep affection. I admit that I have basked in the joy of falling head over heels and nose wide open for a man. He was six feet and five inches of chocolate wonder. I loved how his dark skin looked next to my golden-brown skin.

Two years invested. I was his ride-or-die. I helped him glow up. I was all in even when the signs revealed that I should have moved on. But every time I tried to walk away; he lured me back with the mighty D.

So, many times I’d be crying as cuss words flew from my mouth stirring up a cloud of chaos and he’d stand there listening to me go off, and with a simple touch, I’d buckle and end up pressed to the wall with his eight inches stuffed inside my yoni.

It was a sick twisted sort of madness that I endured. I was at my wit's end, but perpetually I chose to sacrifice peace to achieve the prize society told me I needed to be deemed valuable…his last name.

All, I had to do was be a strong black woman. I only needed to endure, and it would all pay off in the end, right? Things were going better than they had and I was starting to feel like it might happen. We were in a good place. I assumed the ring was in my near future. However, I was surprised when life hit me with the inevitable plot twist.

I still remember the night it happened, a Wednesday. He called stating he had something important to discuss. My heart raced in my chest; this is it! I thought with glee.

After I got off the phone, I went into full preparation. I had to wax the girl, get showered, chill the wine, and set the table for a wonderful dinner. That night, I didn’t get to eat. Instead, I swallowed my heart and vowed to stay clear of serious relationships.

*****

The crowd cheered. I snapped out of it. I hated it when the memory of that dreaded night resurfaced in my head. But it usually happened whenever I was watching public displays of love. Standing beside my friend as she recited her vows was a sure trigger, which was why I tried my hardest not to attend, let alone participate in the wedding.

My friend Katia. We were both in the fitness business. We taught classes and modeled for several fitness brands. I told her that I had a show in Germany to work on the original date of her wedding. And just when I thought I was in the clear…she moved the date.

When she called me and said, “Guess what, I got the date of my venue changed…”

I spat out my drink.

“I’m so happy. You get to come now.”

“Yay,” I said to mask my disappointment.

When the bouquet went flying through the air, I stepped aside to let the woman standing next to me grab it. She shouted with joy when those petals were squeezed between her fingers.

Katia hurried to me holding the bottom of her dress, “I was aiming for you. Too bad you didn’t get it.”

“Yeah. My heart is so torn up right now,” I replied with heavy sarcasm.

But Katia rarely caught on to my sarcasm. She hugged me, “It’s okay my friend. I’m sure you will still find love.”

I smiled. I looked at my watch. I was ready to go to my room. Sit on the balcony with a glass of wine and listen to music. Just as I was about to make a grand escape, her husband Giorgio walked up with two men, “My darling, Katia, I want you to meet my cousins Carlo and Dante Leone.”

Carlo was six feet of wonder. His skin was olive-toned. His lovely thick eyebrows seemed to cover his deep-set brown eyes. His smile was bright, “You look amazing, Katia. Simply bella! And who is this?” he asked Giorgio.

Katia reached for my hand, “My best friend. This is Jade.”

He reached for my hand and kissed the top, “Hello Bella.”

I played it cool, but I was puddy. His accent. Those full lips and that strong jawline had me in a chokehold. “Hello, Carlo. It’s a pleasure.”

“A pleasure indeed.”

A chuckle escaped. He was flirting hard. He had no idea I was almost like a black widow minus the killing. I’d get a man in the bed, go beast mode, and then disappear into the night like I was never there.

Then there was his twin brother Dante who was nearly the opposite of him. Not in looks. They were equally gorgeous. The caveat was Dante was brown like me. They were fraternal twins. Their mother was Nigerian, and their father was Italian. Interesting, I thought as I stared into his brown eyes. He sized me up when Katia introduced us.

After several minutes of light-hearted conversation, the men walked away to grab drinks. Katia stared at me, “I think they both like you.”

I shrugged, “What makes you think that?” I asked.

“I saw how they both look at you. So, which one do you like?”

“I’m not here for that. Just here to celebrate you and Giorgio’s big day.”

“My friend, life is too short for you to continue like this. You’re not getting any younger.”

“Marriage isn’t for everyone.”

She kissed her teeth, “Marriage is for those willing to put in the work.”

I nodded. She was right. Love was work and so was marriage. But it was too much work for me. When her blue eyes peered into mine with hope, I smiled.

“Okay. Then we agree that you should give Carlo or Dante a chance.”

I looked up. I saw the guys huddled. Dante or Carlo, Carlo or Dante, I thought with a naughty grin.

****

The night continued. People laughed, danced, ate and drank. The night air felt magnificent as I sat off in the corner people watching. “Is this seat taken?” I heard his baritone.

I smiled, “It is now.”

He sat and stared at me with those bright brown eyes, “Katia tells me that you’re single.”

I took a deep breath. “Yeah. I am.”

“I’d like to take you out.”

“Don’t you live in New York?”

“I live in Italy. I have businesses in New York. I have a private jet. I can go wherever I want.”

“Nice.”

“How long are you staying here in Cabo?”

Katia had a destination wedding. Most of the party was booked for the full week. I only booked three days.”

“I leave tomorrow afternoon.”

“I suppose then we only have this night…for now.”

I was silent. I stared at him. I wonder if he knew I’d break his back in five places. I chuckled.

“What’s funny?”

I shrugged, “You’re handsome. I’m sure you could have any single woman here.”

He looked around, “Yet, I am here at this table speaking to you.”

My cheeks turned pink. We spoke a little while longer when his brother Carlo joined us. Dante looked at him, “Don’t you see I’m here talking to the lady.”

“I’m sure she’s tired of hearing your stories about how you nearly made it to the Olympics.”

My eyes widened, “Really, I have not heard that one yet.”

“I was saving it for our first date.”

“So, Bella, who do you like? Me or my ugly brother?”

“I think you are both easy on the eyes.”

“We are both interested in you.”

I was feeling naughty. Bad. I wanted to try something I had not done and wondered if they’d be up for the challenge. “How about the three of us go back to your room…and just see what happens.

Their jaws hit the table, but it didn’t stop them from taking me up on the offer.

****

They were in a suite that overlooked the beach and ocean. I heard the waves crashing against the shore as I lay in the center of the bed. Dante was on my left and Carlo was to my right. To say it was my first time in a three-way with two guys, I took to it quite naturally.

It did help that they were sensual. I mean, the way they caressed me as I lay there moaning sweetly. I felt fingers in my center and a finger on my clit. They aimed to please.

Dante’s finger slipped into my mouth just before his tongue. Then I felt Carlo’s teeth on my nipple. He bit gently and then sucked and he never stopped fingering me until my body buckled and his hand was drenched.

This excited him. He hurried below and lapped up my juices. His tongue work didn’t disappoint. I climaxed again. I was in a haze of sorts. Dante caressed my face, “You look so sexy.”

I bet I did. I was butt-ass naked. And not to brag but the body was banging. They were just as fine. Muscles for days and cocks that swung between their legs.

Carlo pushed inside. I let out a soft moan. My body moved back and forth. I held Dante’s rod in my hand. My lips parted and he pushed inside feeling the wetness of my mouth. “Yes, Bella, yes,” he moaned.

My lips were wrapped snuggly around his love stick. He was amazed at how far he could push it in. My lips were flushed with the soft back pubes on his pelvis. When he pulled back a little, I felt his precum melting on my tongue. He was sweet. His fingers grazed my face before he kissed me. His kisses and Carlo’s hip action sent me into orgasm number three.

He pulled out of my center and laid back. I turned. My ass was in the air. Dante had his way. His hands gripped my hips and he moved rapidly and then slowly, changing gears like I was his expensive sports car.

I could feel my ass wobbling from those mighty thrusts and his balls slapping the bottom of my ass. I could only moan from within. My mouth was full. Up and down my head went. I enjoyed the length of him and slurped all that honey off his rod.

We were there for a while. Dante was relentless. My ass felt red and my center was throbbing. I felt him hold tight. Then he grunted. Slowly, he pulled out. Carlo pulled me on top of him and pushed my legs out.

We were chest to chest. His hand cupped my ass. He thrust upward. “How was your first time with twin brothers?” he asked with slow sweet strokes.

“Fantastic,” I replied with a moan.

We kissed and his rod unloaded.

****

At 2:00 am, I decided it was time to make a getaway. I slipped out of bed. I found my dress on the floor and went to the bathroom. Just as I was about to slip into my gown, the door opened, it was Carlo, “Bella, what are you doing up so early?”

“I have a flight to catch tomorrow. Remember.”

“Miss it. We have a jet. I can fly you anywhere.”

“Miss it. I don’t—”

He lifted me and placed me on the counter. His stiff rod filled my center. “Stay. So we can make more sweet love. We can all fly back to Florida next week.”

“Um, um, um, and you don’t mind sharing me with your brother?”

"I know you don't mind sharing," he said with a sneaky grin.

I assumed he had spoken with Giorgio. I smiled.

“Besides, my brother and I have been sharing things since we were in our mother’s womb.”

Our lips touched and he lifted me. He took me back to bed and another session of intense fucking ensued.