G04: Mello & Rayelle (They Call Me Mello)

Because let’s be honest… I couldn’t do another Glimpse without giving you an update on Mello and Rayelle. It’s been a minute since I’ve published a Glimpse and it seemed only right that I do one on these two. Mello and Rayelle have been living quietly in happily ever after-ville. I don’t return to them often even though I really enjoyed creating this No Fraternizing spinoff. Although I’ve been asked if Mello will get another story, as of now, I have nothing planned. But I did love creating their update, so you never know. For now, enjoy.

P.S. I had to break my own rule of writing Glimpses in third person because a voice like Mello’s wouldn’t allow him to take a backseat. He does the telling. Big Aries energy. And I can’t argue with that 😆. So here we go…

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Mello & Rayelle

…. “Gah damn,” he said standing beside me. “She is so bad, my God.”

I pressed my foot against the wall behind me and held my wrist, just above my yellow gold Rolex.

“My girl been coming here for a few months now and shawty doing her thing, but that one right there? The one in the neon orange booty shorts?” He wagged his finger at the glass in the direction Rayelle hung upside down on her pole. “That one right there is a problem.”

“Hmph.” I scoffed with a laugh, thumbing the bulb of my nose.

We stood in the hall of Mind, Body, and Pole, the pole studio owned by my wife… Rayelle. The studio’s rules kept men away from back here, so imagine my surprise to find this nigga standing against the wall opposite the dance studio where Rayelle was instructing her students, gawking through the glass, and moaning like he was about to nut in his jeans at the sight of my wife.

I couldn’t blame him, though. She was definitely bad. And the time I spent away from her on business had only made her appear more appetizing to me, and obviously this backed up nigga.

“Mmm,” he moaned again. “Jesus.”

I side-eyed him and inhaled a long stream of air through my nose.

I’d just returned to Florida two hours earlier and decided I would pay the studio a visit after stopping by our house to check on our kids and to relieve the nanny, sending her home early. I had to travel to New York to manage my business out there, which Rayelle was salty over. After all this time, Rayelle still got in her feelings every time I needed to fly out to New York to handle business up east.

She didn’t like what New York still meant to me, but more than that, she didn’t like that my ex, Lila, was still there.

Believe it or not, I don’t even think about Lila anymore, much less think of reaching out to her whenever I’m in Brooklyn. Besides, I hear she and Manny got a kid of their own and are living their happily ever after to the fullest.

And I was happy for them. Because I was happy for myself, and I was happy to be back in Miami to see my heart.

The nigga beside me adjusted himself in his shorts and I balled my fists tightly, quickly releasing the tension, and checking my temper. This was Rayelle’s business, and his girl was paying good money for lessons. I had to chill.

I wouldn’t even be thinking about him in a few hours, anyway. Because I planned to fly out again first class to Maldives with Rayelle and she didn’t even know it yet.

I figured it was the least I could do since I had to hop on a plane and leave her for a week with the kids, giving her short notice beforehand. Drew was a big boy and doing excellent, so he was a big help with his little brother. Our baby boy Rome was 4-years-old now and so independent. Reminded me a lot of me, but calmer and with less fire. Kid was smart, like his older brother. And that’s all I wanted. The intelligent kids. Young, competent kings I could pass shit down to when they became responsible adults and when I was ready to retire from it all.

Life was good.

“That’s me right there.” He pointed at the glass again, drawing my focus back to him. “Shawty in all white.”

I looked that way and nodded at the Latina he guided my attention to.

“Which one’s your girl?”

“The one in the orange booty shorts who’s a problem.” I glared his way and watched the blood drain from his face.

“Oh, shit, yo.” He lifted his fist to his mouth. “Why you ain’t…? Damn. Mane, my bad. I didn’t mean no harm—”

“Don’t even trip, my boy.” I grinned. “She is a problem, and she is bad. She all that shit you said she was and much more. Thats why she’s my wife. I know you see the diamond.” I smirked this time. “Bought it real big just so there could be no mistake that there’s a ring on that finger.”

He laughed nervously.

“So, take one last look, because that’s the last time I want you looking at a married woman like that.” I pressed my hand to my chest. “Especially a woman married to me.”

“Respect.” He held out his fist for me to pound. “No doubt. My bad.”

“Don’t think no more of it.”

The class emptied shortly after, and I kept my position in the hall.

When the last student stepped out the studio’s front door, I locked it and made my way to the dance room Rayelle was now cleaning up in.

“You need to tell the receptionist to hang a sign on the wall out there letting these horny niggas know to stay their ass in the waiting area.”

She whipped her head so fast toward my voice. Rayelle’s jaw dropped. She dropped the towel she held in her hand next and came running at me.

I smiled, bracing myself for the impact.

She squealed until she collided into my chest before jumping up and wrapping her arms around the back of my neck and her legs around my waist.

She pressed her lips to me and moaned the moment I parted her lips with mine in search of her tongue.

Rayelle held each side of my face with her hands and wrapped her thighs even firmer around me.

I walked her to the nearest mirror to hold her up against the surface.

“You didn’t tell me you were flying in today with your sneaky ass,” was the first thing she said when she peeled her lips off mine.

“That’s because the plan was to surprise you,” I whispered, pecking her once more and giving her a squeeze on the ass. “Surprise baby.”

She giggled and kissed me again.

Her body was warm against mine. Sweat sheened her skin making it glow. All that was a total turn on.

“Mom flew down here with me,” I told her. “I dropped her off at the crib and sent the nanny home.”

“What!” She released her legs from around me and wiggled herself down onto her feet. “I cooked nothing. Haven’t been to the market in days. The fridge is damn near empty—”

“Shh.” I shushed. “Don’t even trip.”

“What you mean, don’t trip?” Rayelle sucked her teeth. “You know how I like to receive your mom when she comes to visit. She just dragging her feet with coming to live down here after looking at all those houses way back when.” She pouted. “I try to do everything in my power to keep her down in Miami and to realize how shitty Brooklyn really is.”

“Aye.” I playfully flicked her lips. “Watch your mouth about my city.”

She balled her lips and made the cutest face.

I laughed.

“She’s up here to stay with the kids for the rest of this week and until next Wednesday.”

“Stay with the kids?” She wrinkled her brows. “Why?”

“‘Cause we flying out.”

Her brows arched.

“The Maldives.”

She gasped.

“Private beach, our own villa, you either in a string bikini or naked, like I like it.” I palmed her ass and bit my bottom lip. “Just you and me, fucking on everything in that joint. Probably come back with a vacation baby.”

She tossed her head back and laughed.

I pulled her close to me and held her there by the small of her back. “What you say to that?”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement and her beautiful smile refused to let her lips be free. And I loved it. Loved making this woman of mine this happy, this full, and never wanting or needing for anything.

I flew out to get money and now I was back to spend it, just like I’m supposed to.

My life was lit, believe that.

She ran her palm down the crotch of my jeans and took a handful of my dick in one hand while licking her lips nice and slow.

The feeling and sight made me groan.

“I say let’s go, but…” she purred. “I’m gonna need a little something before the flight.”

I slid my hand down to the apple of her ass and used my grip to slide her up my waist and into my arms. Kissed her from her neck to the maze of her ear and whispered, “Where you want it?”

“On that chair over there,” she whispered back.

I aimed to please this woman because she aimed to please me just the same. So, I walked her to the chair and allowed her only a moment to remove her shorts as I pulled off my tee, then took my seat. I unbuttoned and lowered my jeans then my boxers to my ankles and got comfortable.

She stood over me and astride my legs, teasing me with the view of her landing strip by keeping it inches in front of my face.

I leaned forward in the chair and pressed my mouth there, kissing her lower lips.

“Fucking tease,” I said, gripping either side of her with my hands and pulling her onto me. 

Our moans were in sync when I sunk into her slowly. She was wet and ready. We’d gotten to the point where a warm up was more optional than necessary these days. 

I let her use my lap to balance and roll her hips to help move me in and out as she drifted more and more into her zone. Watching her enjoy me while I enjoyed her was my greatest pastime. Feeling her soft walls hold me tight was the next.

She moaned, and I groaned and we rocked ourselves into a rhythm that satisfied us both. Rayelle dropped her head back between her shoulders and leaned onto her hands against my knees, losing herself on me completely.

I smiled at the sex faces she made in reaction to me meeting her rolls with well-timed upstrokes. At the view, I grew harder inside her and bared my teeth to keep from coming too quick. As good as she felt and sounded around me, I couldn’t do that. Not before her.

So, I lulled my head back over the seat, closed my eyes, hung on to my wife’s waist with a tight grip, and enjoyed the ride. Although we’d be in the beautiful Maldives in a few hours, there was no doubt I had already found my way to my forever paradise….

Fin.

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