Rockstar Romance: Julian (Contemporary New Adult Bad Boy Rock Star Romance) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 3) (92 page)

Marco couldn't remove his hand from Emma. He had only intended to leave it there briefly, but from the moment he touched her, he wanted nothing more than to touch
more
of her; uncover every inch of her body and then explore it with his hands, his fingers, his mouth and tongue. He gritted his teeth against his arousal, but as they walked, every word that left Emma's lips only served to feed the fire. She was absolutely genuine, and the combination of her incredible body and her guileless character were driving him wild. He felt like a shark circling its innocent prey, and this was one “feeding” he knew he absolutely couldn't resist.

As the pair reached the docks, Marco signaled to a long stretch of boardwalk that led to a small collection of grandiose vessels. They came to stop in front of the last in the line: an enormous--and obviously expensive--yacht. It must have been at least 60 meters long and four decks above water. Emma shouldn't have been surprised; if his family owned the house she had gawked over today, then when Marco had said he had a “boat,” she supposed she should be grateful they didn't stop in front of a luxury cruise ship.

Ruefully, Marco dropped his hand from Emma's back to step onto the yacht's deck. “Permission to come aboard, Captain?” she mocked with a grin. He turned and offered his hand; as he helped her onto the deck, something inside him snapped.

Marco had tried to quell his raging desire, but he lost the battle in that moment. He wanted Emma--
now
. Just as her feet touched down on the yacht's deck, Marco grabbed her hips, pulling her close and crushing her body against his. He leaned his head down to Emma's ear and whispered huskily, “I need to have you, Emma.” He released the hold on one of her hips, guiding her hand down to his cock, which was rock hard and pressing painfully against the seam of his jeans. This is what Emma had hoped for, but Marco's polite invitation and reserved manner had left her thinking she was out of luck for tonight. She had no idea he was every bit as wild with desire.

“Take off your clothes. I want to see every inch of your body.” Marco needed her naked, but if he touched her now, he'd be done for. And there was no way he was going to let
this
end quickly.

Emma's head darted back and forth, searching the docks for boaters or people out for a stroll, but she stopped herself. She wanted a little wild fun, didn't she? Nodding her head in determination, she locked eyes with Marco, reaching for the hemline of her dress. In one slow, smooth movement, she pulled the dress over her head and tossed it onto the deck. A riveting thrill coursed through her; standing in front of this incredibly handsome stranger, clothed only in a cream-colored satin bra, matching thong and 4-inch strappy sandals, Emma felt incredibly naughty.

“Don't stop there, Emma,” Marco growled. “I want to see
all
of you.”

She reached behind her back and unlatched the bra's clasp, letting her breasts spring free. Marco groaned as Emma hooked her thumbs under the straps at her hips. She slowly began to slip off the thong, exposing her smooth pussy to Marco's searing gaze. His eyes on her naked body sent erotic sensations coursing through her, making her soaking wet.

Whether it was the alcohol or the high of arousal, Emma wasn't sure--but she decided to take her sex appeal a little further. Starting at her thighs, Emma slowly ran her hands over her body, grazing her hips, her stomach and stopping to cup her tits to tantalize Marco. She squeezed gently and ran her fingers over her nipples. Leaving one hand on her breast, she let the other trail back downward to tease her clit. She moaned as her fingers made contact, so aroused that she was instantly revved up. She took a deep breath and started rubbing her clit as Marco watched, every muscle in his body taut with arousal.

“Oh, God,” he groaned.
One moment she's an innocent do-gooder, and the next she's playing with herself to get me off
, he thought incredulously. And, dammit it was working. He'd had dozens of women--probably more--and not one had ever had him so aroused that he feared he might lose the battle before he even started. He wasn't sure that every experience he'd ever had
put together
could compare to what he was feeling now. It was one thing to fuck some experienced minx, but it was quite another to watch this genuine beauty unleash her sensuality and succumb to pure, unadulterated desire.

His eyes locked onto Emma's, and her fingers began to slow. “No, Emma--don't stop. I want to watch you cum.” Emma's eyes remained locked on Marco's and her fingers picked up their pace, rubbing her clit faster. Her other hand squeezed one nipple, making her moan loud as she felt her orgasm nearing. After a few more seconds she began to cum, moaning her release as her eyes rolled back and her body shuddered.

Marco was harder than he'd ever been in his life, and he'd held back for as long as he could. He had to touch her, squeeze her, feel her wetness on his fingers. He moved the few steps between them fast and pulled Emma against him. His mouth was on hers in an instant, crushing her lips beneath his and plying them with his tongue to demand entry. She didn't resist. Her lips parted and her tongue came out to meet his as his hands reached between them to cup her tits. He squeezed harder than he had intended, but Emma seemed to enjoy it, moaning against his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing closer and trapping his hands against her breasts.

Emma had never been more aroused; she had never been like this with Adam, nor the handful of partners she had prior to that relationship. Every inch of her body felt like it was on fire, both soothed and stoked with every touch.

Marco released her lips and shifted back slightly. “Lay down, Emma. I want you to open your legs for me so I can see your pussy.” A blush spread across her cheeks, but Emma didn't hesitate. She spread out right there on the deck, knees bent, and opened her legs wide--but she didn't stop there. As Marco knelt down in between her legs, Emma moved one hand to her glistening cunt, gently running her fingers back and forth along her slit. She spread her lips and slid in first one finger, then two, slowly moving them in and out. All the while she watched Marco's response, his eyes locked onto her pussy as his hands clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. She increased her speed, her fingers moving faster and faster.

Marco placed a hand on Emma's to stop her movements and withdraw her fingers. He guided her hand to her mouth, “Taste yourself,” he directed. Emma licked along the length of one finger--tentatively at first--then sucked it into her mouth, enjoying the taste more than she could ever have imagined. When she was finished with one finger, she removed it from her mouth and offered the other soaked finger to Marco. He already knew she would taste incredible, and he sucked her entire finger into his mouth swiftly. The taste only served to tease him; he wanted more. In one quick movement, he swooped down between her legs and delved into her, plunging his tongue in and out as deep as it could go. Her scent and taste were intoxicating; she was like a drug.

“Oh, God!” Emma cried out. She had never imagined that a tongue could feel this way. The few times Adam had gone down on her had never felt like
this
. The sensation of Marco's tongue deep inside her was driving her wild. It had only been minutes since her last orgasm, but already she could feel the pressure mounting. Marco's fingers moved to rub her clit as he tongue-fucked her pussy. It was enough to send her over the edge instantly; Emma's back arched and she screamed out his name as she began to cum, her inner walls pulsating with ecstasy.

As the spasms subsided, Marco removed his tongue and leaned back to admire the view. He wasn't finished tasting her just yet; in what seemed like a single movement, he laid back on the yacht's deck and pulled Emma on top with her bounty above his face. He didn't expect her to react so quickly; the moment she was on top of him, her head swooped down to take his cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, slowly at first, as she enjoyed the taste and smooth feel of his shaft. She began to suck faster and harder as she moved a hand down to cup his balls, tantalizing him even more. He groaned loudly in response, plunging his tongue back into her over and over again. He reigned himself in before he toppled over the edge. “Lay down for me again, Emma.” he whispered to her. “I want my cock deep inside of you.”

She climbed off quickly and before she was on her back, Marco was hovering above her. He leaned forward and covered her mouth with his own as the head of his cock pressed against her folds. Emma was so wet that she gave little resistance to his massive girth. He plunged inside her in one swift movement, filling her with every inch of his engorged cock. He stilled for a moment, giving her body time to adjust, and then he couldn't hold back anymore. He moved faster and faster, thrusting deeper into her pussy. It seemed the harder he fucked her, the more Emma loved it; first moaning and panting, and then breathlessly screaming his name over and over again as she writhed wildly beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, moving her hips upward to meet his every thrust. He fucked her relentlessly, slamming his thickness deep inside her. “Oh, fuck. Marco--God,
yes
!” Emma was wild with pleasure. As he neared his own climax, she began to cum yet again, digging her fingers into his shoulders, screaming his name into the night, her walls tightly gripping his cock in rhythmic spasms. He couldn't hold back any longer as his orgasm jolted through his body, his shaft pulsing, spurting out a flood of his hot release. It took a full minute for the spasms to end, and he collapsed beside Emma, more satiated than he could ever remember.

Emma remained next to Marco, enjoying the rippling aftershocks of their evening. After a few moments, his breathing steadied and she could tell that he had drifted off to sleep. She extricated herself from her position and found her clothes silently. Before she left, she found a blanket on a nearby lounge chair and draped it over Marco, just in case he was still asleep when the sun came out. She tiptoed off the yacht and quietly made her way along the docks and back to the sidewalks that led to her summer house. She moved slowly, enjoying the languid feeling spreading throughout her body in the aftermath of the most amazing sex she'd ever had. She was half tempted to turn around and head back to the boat in hopes of a morning repeat of the night's adventure, but she was only looking for a little fun tonight--and she certainly had more than her fair share. And really, she was simply someone Marco picked up in a bar for a one night stand. And that one night is done; time to move on.

By the time she reached her rental's front porch, Emma was exhausted. She unlocked the door, climbed the stairs to her room robotically and collapsed onto her bed. Within seconds, she was fast asleep, dreaming of all the naughty things she'd done that night.

****

Marco was sleeping peacefully; the sun would not make its appearance for some time, but early vestiges of dawn were beginning to lighten the starlit sky. Footsteps landed softly on the yacht's deck, usually more than enough to stir him instantly from sleep. In his line of work, it was necessary for him to always remain alert; being caught off guard could be deadly. But his evening with Emma had left him feeling satiated in a way unlike anything he had felt before, so he slept as the footsteps quietly made their way to where he lay sprawled beneath a blanket on the deck.

The unannounced guest knew that no one would hear him; the boats lining the long dock all belonged to the Accardi family, and he knew for a fact that Marco was the only member of the family occupying the vessels today. He hunched down next to Marco, moving slowly to maintain the silence. Leaning in close, that final movement made the yacht's deck creak; the noise was enough to bring Marco to full attention. He was on his feet in an instant, reaching for a weapon at his side before realizing he was unclothed, standing naked with every sinewy muscle in his body taut and ready to respond to the threat. Then his sleep-addled mind cleared and he could see the unannounced guest before him.

“Fuck, Dominic! What the hell are you doing?” he asked incredulously. It was no threat; the man before him was his brother. The man was younger than him by two years and a half a foot shorter, but the raven-black hair and rugged jawline rendered the two unmistakably related. According to Dominic, there was business to attend to in these pre-dawn hours, and the unsavory thought marred Marco's previous calm. Neither brother cared for these tasks, really. They were born into this life, but it was never the life to which they would have aspired. The money, the luxury, the respect and fear from those beneath them; both brothers would have traded it all in a heartbeat for a white picket fence and a normal family. Marco found his clothes quickly, dressed, and holstered his Glock. The two were off within minutes--Marco couldn't wait for it to be over with.

****

Emma awoke early the next morning; the sun barely beginning to light up the sky. Even though she couldn't have gotten more than a few hours sleep, she felt more well-rested than she had in years.
So, it's a good night's sex that refreshes the body, not a good night's sleep,
Emma thought, giggling. Upon hearing the noise from the next room over, Lisa burst into Emma's bedroom, plopped down on the edge of her bed and demanded a full recount of the evening's events. Emma began to sit up, and then thought better of it as the room began to spin around her. Apparently, the drinks she'd consumed the night before were taking their toll. From her reclined position, Emma filled Lisa in on a few of the less sordid details; she met a hot guy, saw his boat, had a little fun and came home. End of story--or, at least she thought.

Lisa was a little disappointed when her friend wouldn't fill her in on the juicy details, but she knew Emma was never the sort to kiss and tell. So, she bounced off the bed and headed downstairs to whip up breakfast for the two of them. Never the early birds, the rest of the group remained sleeping. Lisa had just depressed the lever on the toaster when Emma appeared in the doorway of the kitchen in a pair of boy-cut shorts and a tank top that left nothing to the imagination. “Wow, Em. Is
that
what you wore on your impromptu date last night?” she asked with a smirk. The doorbell rang and Lisa turned her head in its direction, perplexed. They didn't know anybody in town, so who exactly could be at their door just a half hour past dawn?

Emma walked toward the front entranceway, assuming the caller must be some evil, early-morning salesman. She opened the door, ready to give him a piece of her hangover-clouded mind, and froze--it certainly wasn't a salesman waiting on her front porch. He was dressed in clothes similar to those strewn across the yacht's deck, but she had never expected to see those clothes--nor the wearer--again. Marco grinned as he read the confusion on Emma's beautiful face. Her hair was tousled from sleep and the skin-tight, skimpy clothing reminded him just how much he enjoyed watching her reveal every inch of her body.

“Good morning, Emma,” he greeted her cordially. God, she felt a thrill course through her every time he said her name.

“Um…good morning, Marco,” she replied shakily. “I...I didn't think I'd see you again. I mean, I enjoyed last night very much, but I assumed you'd be busy...that last night was just, well, you know...” she trailed off, uncertain of how to say that because he had his way with her, she assumed that would be the end of it. A one night's stand, right?

“How did you find me? I mean, I didn't even tell you my last name.”

“I could tell you, but I'm sure you'd rather not know,” he grinned. In truth, all it took was a phone call to a gossipy associate of his, and he was able to find out all about the new group in town. “Now, while I'd love to take you in
that
,” he paused, allowing the double innuendo of his statement to sink in, “perhaps you should get dressed into something more appropriate so I can take you out for a breakfast that will banish your hangover to the far corners of the earth.”

As she turned to invite Marco inside, Lisa appeared in the doorway, desire radiating from her eyes the moment she saw him standing there. Lisa then glanced past Marco, noticing the car waiting in front of the house.

“Holy crap! What's with the limo, Em? Are you off to Cinderella's ball?” she joked incredulously. Emma's eyes widened as she finally looked beyond the gorgeous male standing in her doorway and caught sight of the luxury vehicle and the driver standing next to it.

“Um, are we going to breakfast in
that
?” she inquired uncomfortably.

“Well, yes—that’s my car. And by having Vito drive us, I can spend more time focused on you rather than the mundane streets,” he explained.

Still feeling a little off balance from the hangover--and more than a little uncomfortable with Marco and his moneybags--she ushered him into the living room and left to get cleaned up while Lisa entertained her guest. Emma showered mechanically, though her skin still seemed sensitized from last night's play and every brush across her stomach, nipples and clit sent tiny ripples of pleasure through her body. She dressed in her favorite yellow, crepe de chine sundress. Its built-in bra and knee-skimming length rendered undergarments unnecessary, so she slipped on a pair of two-inch heels and headed downstairs, feeling deliciously sinful when a breeze caught beneath her dress to cool her naked, heated flesh.

The shower had given her time to clear her head, and by the time she reappeared in the living room, she was looking forward to breakfast with the Italian Adonis reclining on her sofa--even if that meant riding there in a limo.

The driver stopped in front of some ritzy restaurant. It looked like it was closed; no one occupied the tables near the windows and she could see no movement inside.

“Um, I don't think they're open yet, Marco.”

“Don't worry, Sweetheart,” he replied, placing a hand on her thigh. “Your breakfast awaits you--I'm sure of it.” He bit his lip as he noticed her firm nipples peeking through the thin fabric of her sundress.

Vito was at the door, opening it for Marco and Emma to make their exit. Marco escorted her inside the restaurant and took a seat near a window overlooking a quiet side street. He handed Emma a menu and signaled for the waiter. “Coffee, please, Victor.”

Emma opened her menu, and her eyes went wide at the prices listed next to the decadent dishes inside. She scanned the selections for the least expensive choice. “I'll have the French toast, please,” she requested politely.

“The usual for me please, Victor. Thank you,” Marco added. Victor was off in a flash.

Marco had intended to woo Emma with a little luxury, but she definitely did not look impressed. “Hey, are you alright?” he asked, still amazed by this enigma. Any other woman he'd known would have dug right in, squeezing every last dime of luxury she could muster from him. But not Emma, and God, that made her even hotter.

“I'm sorry, I’m just a little uncomfortable. You seem to have everything...more money than a person could ever possibly want. Mansions, yachts, your own personal chauffeur and a restaurant that opens
just for you
? It's just not what I'm used to, Marco,” she responded, opting to be forthright. Perhaps she
did
owe him an explanation; he was only trying to be kind, after all. “You see, I work with children who don't know if they'll have food tomorrow. I do what I can, but my meager salary certainly doesn't go far. Do you know all the good that could be done with that kind of money? For the price of my French toast, I could make sure every one of the kids I work with has breakfast for a week!”

Emma fell silent momentarily, but then decided since she was there anyway, she mind as well enjoy herself. They chatted casually over breakfast, Emma talking more about her own life.

Marco didn't say much, but he did tell her about his younger brother, Dominic, who was his confidante and best friend. Dominic had been called out of town on business earlier this morning, but he'd be back soon and Marco was sure he'd love to meet her. While Marco had to fudge a little about the nature of the business of which he was called away for, he was absolutely certain Dominic was dying to meet the girl who left Marco in such a peaceful slumber; the girl who compelled him to rush through their early morning business in order to find her and take her out for breakfast. As Marco spoke about his brother, his face softened; she could tell that he loved him very much. That made Emma very happy and a new warmth spread through her, compounding the heat that was already making her wet. Marco's nearness and the memories of last night already had her aroused, desperate for a repeat performance.

They remained together for the rest of the day, walking along the streets of Newport, grabbing sandwiches and picnicking in the park. As evening approached, Emma was on fire yet again; if Marco didn't plunge his cock deep inside her soon, she was certain she'd combust. But only moments after inviting her back to his yacht, his phone rang. He turned away, speaking in hushed tones before returning his phone to his pocket and turning to Emma with a pained look.

“God, I’m so sorry--I'm going to have to cut our evening short.” He offered no further explanation, but made one more quick call to his driver. Marco leaned down and kissed Emma gently, his lips lingering on hers, unwilling to end the contact just yet. His driver arrived a minute later to escort Emma back to her home. He turned away as Emma drove off, heading in the opposite direction to meet up with the group of associates who would occupy his evening hours.