Rockstar Romance: Julian (Contemporary New Adult Bad Boy Rock Star Romance) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 3) (93 page)

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The following day, Emma's phone rang just after 10am. Marco was on the other end; Emma didn't bother questioning how he managed to get her unlisted number. “I don't have much free time today, but I really want to see you--will you meet me for lunch at Ricardo's?”

She couldn't resist. It wasn't
exactly
what she wanted--Marco's tongue on her; his massive cock filling her up completely--but it was
something
. While she'd only known him a brief amount of time, the opportunity to spend an hour with him excited her. She accepted the offer graciously, and the moment she was off the phone, Emma darted up the stairs to get ready. She showered, combed her hair and rummaged through her closet for something that would make Marco drool. It turned out that the closest thing she had to sexy and daring in the apparel department was a mid-thigh length, A-line dress with a moderately low neckline. It would have to do. She was dressed and ready in a flash.

It was early still, but Emma decided to walk to meet Marco for lunch to pass the time. She strolled along the streets of Newport, thinking about Marco all the while. His hands, his muscular arms, his rippling chest, his massive cock that made her mouth water.
Oh, God--stop it, Emma!
she chided herself. She was going to be soaking wet and ready to jump Marco right there in the restaurant if she maintained her train of thought.

Lunch proceeded in the same manner as the previous day's breakfast: Emma talked a lot, Marco spoke a little—and both used every ounce of strength they had to keep their hands to themselves throughout the meal. Afterward, Marco was off on business again. The routine continued throughout the following several weeks; every free moment Marco could muster, he would spend with Emma, but never did he have more than a spare hour or two to spend.

He was going mad; he couldn't stay away, but the more time he spent with, her the less he could stomach the lies and deceit. She had started off as nothing more than a hot piece of ass that walked over to him in a bar. Now that he'd gotten to know her, he still wanted to possess every inch of her body, but he also wanted every other part of her. She was the most incredible woman he'd ever known. But he couldn't ask her to join his world; he didn't want to corrupt her with the horrible things it entailed. It left him in a terrible predicament. As much as he was dying to fuck her again, it somehow felt wrong to take her this way. And so, he met with her over lunch, brunch, dinner...anywhere he would have to restrain himself.

Until one evening, he found himself alone with Emma, strolling along the docks after dark, and it was too much. No more darting off after a dinner date, no more cold showers, and no more walking around with a hard-on that was soon going to cause irreparable damage. He knew he had to have her...
now
. Marco turned to Emma, using all the restraint he could muster not to bend her over the nearest boat and fuck her hard and fast. He grabbed her arms gently and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I need to have you, Emma.
Now
.”

He sounded guttural; primal. Emma thought she might be imagining it. After all these weeks of platonic dates, she had all but given up. She knew that Marco wanted her; she could see it in his eyes and feel it in the charged air between them. But, he never made a move. The moment she heard the need in his voice, her pulse began to race.
God, yes--finally!
she screamed silently. Desire coursed through her veins and she couldn't speak at first. She simply nodded almost imperceptibly and that was enough for Marco.

His mouth came down to crush hers hard against his lips. His breathing became labored as Emma's hands came up around his neck. Just then, he pulled away; unless he planned to tear her clothes off right there, he had to stop now. He grabbed Emma's hand and walked briskly along the docks, down the same long strip they had traversed weeks before.

When he reached his yacht, he pulled her on board. As soon as their feet were planted on the deck, he grabbed the hem of Emma's dress and it was over her head in a flash. He grabbed the clasp of her bra between his fingers and pulled hard, trying to loosen its hold, but breaking it in the process. Her breasts sprang free as the bra landed on the deck. Marco hooked his fingers under the sides of her thong, but as he went to slide the meager scrap of fabric down her thighs, his grasp was stronger than he realized and he tore them off instead, exposing her instantly.

God, what a sight
, he thought. She was standing there in nothing but a pair of high heels; her breathing was labored with desire and her hair tousled. Marco ripped off his shirt, skipping the buttons altogether, and tore open the closure on his jeans. He whipped them off in an instant, freeing his massive, hard cock. He couldn't stop; he couldn't even slow down. He grabbed Emma by the hips and spun her around to face the lounge chair on the deck. Pressing gently but firmly on the small of her back, he bent her forward and thrust every inch of his length inside her, filling her completely. “Oh, God...you feel so fucking
amazing
,” he groaned.

Emma's head spun in response to the arousal coursing through her. Marco was intoxicating like this, and she absolutely loved it. The rough way he ripped off her clothes, his instantly hard cock standing at attention; the primitive way he bent her over to fuck her. She had never known desire like this, and when his shaft rammed deep inside her, she thought she might cum right then and there. He didn't pause this time, kindly waiting for her to adjust to him. Instead, he withdrew quickly, and plunged back into her, over and over again, his balls hitting against her with every thrust. Her tits bounced wildly and she began to press backward to meet him, forcing his cock in deeper. She was absolutely wild with pleasure; panting, moaning his name over and over until the pressure within her was too much to bear. Electric shockwaves rocked her body as she hit her peak, pressing her mouth against the lounge's cushion to muffle her screams. Like before, Emma's climax sent Marco over the edge, emptying his throbbing length deep within her.

Emma thought it was over; his fire spent for the evening, but she was wrong. Marco wasn't anywhere close to finished yet. She collapsed forward against the lounge chair, using her arms to support her body while her ass remained high in the air. Marco dropped silently to his knees behind her and shoved two fingers in her pussy as his other hand moved forward to rub her clit. He wasn't gentle; while his orgasm had served to take the edge off, he still wanted Emma desperately. His fingers fucked her hard, moving in and out of her quickly, while his fingers rubbed her clit vigorously. He wanted to see her cum again, and he wanted it
now
. He moved faster and faster, making Emma moan as her ass writhed in the air. It only took a moment. Emma's appetite had been sated no more than his own and her body was ready for more. He could tell that she was almost there as her body moved wildly against his fingers. He thrust inside just a few more times and then held his fingers deep inside her as her second orgasm jolted through her body. He was just about to stop; to remove his fingers and replace them with his dick once again. But then a thought crossed his mind: he wondered if she'd ever had a man deep in her
most private
of places. And the possibility that he might just be the first to introduce her to something new sent a shock of pleasure through his body that nearly did him in.

“Just how experienced
are
you, Sweetheart?” he inquired huskily, dragging his tongue along the edge of her ear.

“What do you mean,” she replied, breathlessly.

He slowly removed his fingers from her pussy and let one finger trail along her slit to her rosebud ass hole. “Has anyone ever fucked you
here
?”

Emma shot forward, moving away from his fingers quickly. Not once had she ever been touched there. Adam had never been interested in exploring other avenues of sex, and she really wasn't sure what to think of it right now. Marco chuckled softly, but didn't press the matter...yet.

He caught Emma beneath the arms, spun her around and pulled her against him hard as his mouth came down on hers once again. His kiss banished any worries from Emma's mind and within moments, she was on fire once again. His cock pressed against her stomach and she reached down to sheath it within her hand. His cock was harder than anything she'd ever felt, but so smooth to the touch. She remembered the feel of him in her mouth and suddenly craved it once again. She began a trail of kisses down Marco's neck, over his muscled chest and abs and down to the object of her desire. She licked along the length of his shaft and back up to the head before taking him in her mouth. She sucked him slow at first, enjoying the smooth feel of him, and then started to increase her speed.

Marco laced his fingers at the back of Emma's head to still her movements. He began fucking her mouth, thrusting forward until he reached the back of her throat. God, she looked hot, naked on her knees with his cock filling her mouth. He continued until he couldn't take any more. He wasn't ready to cum yet, so he withdrew his dick from her mouth and rubbed the head against her lips. She looked up at him then, and the fire in her eyes told him she was wild with arousal. He knew that now was the time to introduce her to something new...but he had to proceed gently.

He laid down on the deck. “I want you to climb on top of me and straddle my face,” he instructed; she followed his command without thought. The moment she was on top, she swooped down to wrap her lips around his cock. He spread her folds, shoving a thick finger inside her. He moved in and out slowly, saturating his finger with her wetness and then removing it, trailing it along her slit once again. He lightly traced circles around the entrance to her ass; Emma was so caught up pleasuring Marco that she didn't notice at first. He then quickly slid a finger inside, penetrating her ass just slightly. Marco remained still for a moment as she began to resist. “Emma, you have no idea how amazing this will feel. Just trust me.” And with that, he slid his finger all the way inside her ass. Emma felt naughty pleasure course through her; she wanted to resist, and yet Marco's finger felt so good that she couldn't convince her body to follow her command. He withdrew his finger slowly only to slide it back in once again. He picked up his pace, fucking her tight ass with his finger as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. He reached around to rub her clit with his free hand, while his finger continued to plunge in and out of her.

She had relaxed completely, and now it was time to move on to his goal. Marco withdrew his finger and whispered, “Now I want you on your hands and knees.” She complied without hesitation, her mind too full of unbridled pleasure to question his intent. He knelt behind her and slowly plunged his thick length into her pussy, soaking it with her wetness. He then withdrew, lining his cock up with her ass, but Emma shot forward once again. Marco caught her hips and pulled her back in place gently. “Emma, I want to be the first man to fuck you here. I could tell that you liked the feeling of my finger in your ass; my cock will feel even better--I promise.”

As much as her sensible side screamed to resist, something inside her refused to allow her body to move. It held her in place as he lined his cock up with her ass once again, rendering her immobile as he pushed forward, penetrating her ass with the tip. He stayed still for a moment and soothed her gently, kissing along her spine, “Try to relax, Sweetheart. This is going to feel
incredible
.” Emma took a few deep breaths and willed her body to relax. Marco slowly slid his cock further until he was completely inside her. He withdrew slowly and thrust back inside. He continued at this pace until he could see Emma's body begin to respond, pressing backward to meet each thrust. It was his cue; he began to thrust faster and faster, and she met every thrust, forcing his cock deep in her ass as his balls slapped against her pussy. He reached a hand around to rub her clit fast and that was all it took.

“
Oh, God, Marco!
” she yelled as the most intense waves of pleasure she’d ever felt surged through her body. While she was still reeling in sensation, Marco stiffened, thrusting inside her one more time, shooting his hot seed deep into her ass.

He withdrew, collapsing on the deck next to Emma. One of these days, they'd make it to a proper bedroom...or hell, even a sofa, he thought wryly with a grin. Emma cuddled up against his chest. She was a little surprised by her own wanton behavior, but so exhausted that she drifted off to sleep almost instantly. Marco realized just how amazing this woman felt lying there in his arms. He gazed over at her, in awe of her sheer beauty, before joining Emma in her slumber.

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It must have been an hour or two later when Marco awoke. Again, his adventure with Emma had left him feeling so satiated that he didn't awake to the sound of footsteps boarding his yacht, nor did he hear them making their way to where he and Emma laid entwined on the deck's floor.

“Holy shit! Now that's the most incredible piece of ass I've ever seen,” Marco awoke to his brother's loudly whispered observation. And while he might have been unconscious only seconds before, he was on his feet in an instant, ready to inflict huge amounts of pain on his brother for his comment about Emma.

“Don't you
ever
talk about her that way--
I mean never!
” Marco snarled in the most vicious tone Dominic had ever heard from his brother.

“Wow, no disrespect intended. Just look at her, bro--it's not my fault that she's drop dead gorgeous. And I ain't the one that’s got her sprawled out naked on my deck. But, man--I wish I was!”

Marco gritted his teeth against a slew of vulgarities, and reached for a blanket to cover Emma's body from Dominic's view. He grabbed his jeans and slipped them on before gently picking her up and laying her down on the lounge chair. He motioned his brother toward a nearby door to avoid disturbing her sleep.

Moments later, Emma awoke. She moved to stand when she heard voices coming from just beyond an open door a few yards in front of her.

“The shipment's due tonight and you know you gotta be there, Marco,” she heard an unfamiliar voice say in a whispered tone.

“Yeah, I know, Dominic.” She recognized Marco's whisper. “But don't you ever get tired of this life? The lies, the violence? I don't want to be in the mob, and I damn well don't relish the prospect of taking over for our father and leading it some day.”

Oh, God,
Emma thought incredulously. She couldn't have heard that right.
Did Marco say the “mob” – like the mafia, like organized crime?
She was speechless. How was she supposed to respond to that? Right...she wasn't supposed to respond, because she was supposed to be asleep, not listening to the conversation taking place inside.

“In truth? Yeah, Marco--I
am
tired of it. The way I saw you looking at that girl out there--I'd give up every drop of luxury and power in a second to have that. But that doesn't mean shit, does it? You can't just tender your resignation and move on with your life in this line of work, can you?” Emma heard the unfamiliar voice respond. “And this thing you’ve got going with that girl. You gotta stop it now, Marco. What are you gonna do? Keep telling her you're going off on
business trips
? Hide your guns in your sock drawers? Tell her you make your fortune from selling stocks and bonds?” Dominic prodded.

“I get it, Dominic. It was never supposed to be like this. She was just supposed to be a good fuck, but God, I feel wrong even saying that now. Something happened. Emma's so much more than that.”

“So do her a favor and get rid of her before she ends up getting hurt, Marco,” Dominic cautioned.

“Yeah, I know--you're right. But I don't know if it's that simple anymore,” Marco responded sorrowfully. “Tell you what--let's just worry about tonight. You run ahead. I'll get cleaned up and I'll meet you there in 20 minutes.”

Dominic nodded and walked out the door. He stopped at the lounge chair where Emma had laid back down, pretending to be asleep. “You wouldn't mind if I took one more little peek, would you, Marco?” Dominic teased, reaching his hand out toward Emma's blanket. It took every ounce of strength she had to remain still--and what did Dominic mean by “one more peek?” Marco's growl was animalistic. Even though he was teasing, Dominic knew better than to persist. He hopped off the boat and headed down the dock as Marco breathed deeply to regain his composure.

Emma didn't know at first whether to continue to fake her slumber or to let Marco know she'd been wide awake. She wanted to run as far away from this boat as she could, but she also wanted to confront the man who had been lying to her all these weeks. She made the slightest, imperceptible movement and Marco's sharply honed instincts were on to her. He knew she was awake, but he wasn't sure just how long she'd been that way. He took a tentative step in her direction. “Emma...” he started.  Once she realized she couldn't fool him, she sat up slowly, as she contemplated how to proceed. Since Emma was never much for deception, she decided now wasn't the time to start.

“Is it true, Marco?” she queried as her voice caught in her throat.

“I've done what I've had to do, Emma. This life, it isn't a choice for me. When you're a nobody in the Family and you want out, you might get away with it. But when you're the son of the Don, you can't just walk away,” he explained, pleading with his eyes for her to understand.

Oh, God. This couldn't be. Marco wasn't just some made man, he was THE man--or at least the man next to THE man--and he was going to be THE man one day. How could I love a man completely tied up in organized crime? Wait--where did that come from--“love?
” It was suddenly too much. She hadn't put a name to her feelings all these weeks, and to do so now, in the midst of a veritable crisis...Emma had to run.

Her bra and thong were strewn across the deck, but as she reached for them, she remembered that Marco had torn them in his haste to have her. She spotted her dress and lunged for it, throwing it on quickly as the blanket fell to the ground. Her naked body was visible for just a second, but it was more than enough to catch Marco's eye. He clenched his fists in an attempt to restrain himself; now was certainly not the time.

“I can't be here Marco. I can't sit by and wait for something terrible to happen to you, and I would never wish for any harm to come to you because of me. I cannot be involved with a man who...who...does the things that you must do. Oh, God, how I wish it could be different, but I can't be with you in the life that you live,” she cried out painfully.

And then she was gone, running from the yacht, from the docks and all the way back to the refuge of the home she shared with her friends. Once there behind closed doors, she collapsed onto the floor in misery and sat there with her knees curled up to her chest, staring off into nothingness. She wouldn't cry; she refused to cry, but tears escaped from her eyes against her will. The house was empty so there she remained sobbing for the better part of the day.