Undressed (8 page)

My Lord. He grabbed my face—I came. He then pulled my hair and I squirted.
“Fuck me. Come on. Stop making me beg.” His ownership deserved her submission.
But enough talking—insert your dick in me already.

“Such a New Yorker, you will not shut up ’til I give you what you want.” He unzipped his pants as the linen slacks slid down his thick legs. Handsome black pubes were exposed as he tugged his pants down further revealing his—

“That’s not what I saw at the pool,” she gasped in utter scared nerves

“Poolside I’m somewhat soft. With
bella
I’m very hard,” he said with his self-assurance. Massimo gripped his cock between his two hands and, turning to his side, showcased his length.

“Jesus.”
Holy prince to my pussy cracker.
She swallowed hard having second thoughts.

“Careful what you ask for.” He glided his dick into alignment with her pussy. “Considering you,
bella,
do not ask. You seem to demand. You are too bossy.” Massimo gave the public service announcement.

“What—what did I demand, Masi?” she asked, despite knowing she’d hurried him up, breaking him from his ritual. Lex always received what she wanted. She realized he’d punish her with his cock over it. Holding on to the sofa’s edge for dear life, she felt another pulse go through her.

“
Signorina
Easton’s retribution,” he replied, teasing her and thrashing his monster dick down over her pussy lips.

Thap, thap, thap.

Tongue tied, she couldn’t get a word out. She trembled, “Ahhah I’m coming again. Shit. Shit. Shit.” The wave swelled up. “Masi. Shove your cock in. Give me your dick, baby. Fuck.” Lex opened her wet eyes and watched as he pulled his thin sheath back and rubbed his bulbous head against her cunt. Her mind tripped countless quivers.
Ohhhhhhh.

“Hold on to my shoulders,
bella
. I am going to drill you good.” He groaned and grunted in pleasure, thumping his thick cock up and down, back and forth in her wetness knowing she swelled up for another round.

“Ahhh shit.” She stirred in excitement, realizing she could take him. If he fucked her after she came, she’d be ready. But god it’d been so long ago. She wanted him to know today was
special
. “I don’t—”

“You do not what?” he asked. “Make love to royals often?” he joked, going back down between her legs, tonguing her pussy and fingering her ass as she squirted.

She hissed “yesssss,” over another mini orgasm as it waved through her, so he dipped his tongue harder into her cunt’s well. “Fuck Christ Fuck.” She sat up, contracting in pleasure almost in a convulsion. Lex gripped his shoulders, watching his jaw tense. “I don’t…” She couldn’t breathe or reason let alone answer his lame ass questions.
Masi’s gonna make me come over and over again. This is more pussy play than I can remember.

“You do not make love to
Italianos
?” he asked as he pulled a condom from his back pocket. Tearing off the foil wrapper, he slipped the latex over his shaft. “What is it?” He held on to his cock’s base with his right hand pressing her folded entry apart with his thick dickhead. Massimo lubed his cock up in her cream.

Both ankles were held up by his left hand.

Lex felt weightless in the air for him to pound her. “Stop teasing me. Let’s go, Masi.” She dropped her head as she came again. The mere thought of Massimo’s thick dick nesting at her entry became more than she’d imagined. She reached for her tits tugging her nipples. “Jesus fuck, I’m coming again.”

Edging her back into the sofa, she reached for his cock, helping him fuck her. Lex squirted over his chest. She’d never experienced a back to back to back orgasm.

Massimo smiled. “Lots for you to lick up later, my
bella
.”

She pulled her hair back, sitting up with satisfaction. “I’m so done with your licking games.” She tensed her legs up to end the sex game. If he didn’t fuck her right this second, she was leaving—with her fabrics. “I came, I saw, I came again. I have things to do.”

“
Bella
is not going anywhere.” He pressed on her legs fingering her cunt. “We are not in a hurry. I will enjoy you all afternoon if I so desire.” He buried his face in her pussy, nesting the clit’s hard bud between his lips.

“I-I give up.” She melted as butter in his hands. “You are good at this.” She’d give him as much.

“Now,
bella
, what were you going to tell me?” He sat back up and inserted his cock’s head into her eager pussy. It appeared he enjoyed talking a lot in bed. She’d comply and play into this.

Determined as ever, she held on to Massimo’s broad shoulders to brace herself. “I don’t as a rule,” She inhaled, leaning into him. “I don’t have casual sex—often.” There, she’d confessed.

“You are frigid?” he asked, holding her ankles tight as he steadied his cock.

“No. I’m outta practice is all, since my last boyfriend,” she moaned, trying to tighten her cunt muscles around the cock’s head hoping he’d push farther inside.
Come on.

“How long has it been?” He exuded great composure.

Stroking his shaft, she urged him to shove his dick in. “It’s hard managing a company and having a personal life. I can’t do it all.”
American Express doesn’t accept orgasms as payment. But my twat will take your Massimo Euro.

She grabbed on to his hips hoping he’d thrust deep inside her.

He ripped the condom throwing it on to the floor.

Noooo…don’t stop…WTF.

“You make me crazy with need.” Massimo crossed her legs and gave her a peck on the cheek in a cousin fashion.

You…princey poo spoiled, Indiana Jones daring, Evian bottle endowed, JFK Jr. faced…dick! I’m soooo back to hating you again. You tease!
Panting with fury, she rested against the velvet sofa cushion. Her lips had been kissed by such a force. Her clit had been stimulated by a bite. And her asshole, Lord, how he fingered her tight asshole as if it were her pussy. Lex couldn’t tell the different between the two pleasure points. They were flooding over her all at once. She thought she’d given up on sexual pussy man touching happiness.

Massimo remained powerful. But Lex, she gave intensity.

Why the fuck did Masi stop?
He knew how good he’d be for her. “Masi, my pussy and ass spoke and told me
that
was—”

“
Stupefacente,
” he finished for her as he pulled her to stand. “Get dressed.”

WTF?

Chapter Seven

To Hell with Thelma & Louise, Gimme a Fuck-It Bucket

“Put your panties on! Get dressed.”
I must put her on a flight to NYC. Sì, Lex can fly home with her shipment.
Two things came from having her in his arms. First, it confirmed Lex wanted him. Second, he now knew casual affairs—she’d be incapable.

An exclusive happened in his life once. With his former love Marcella. It was a love as no other, back when he believed in monogamy and wanted one woman forever. Until his father interfered, trying to teach him women were pretty playthings to be enjoyed in multiples. Never would he allow himself to become vulnerable again. Those feelings were on lockdown in his heart’s far off corner. He needed to get Lex on the next flight back to New York. She could take her fabrics and get the hell out.

If only Girasoli didn’t need her for the designs.
Damn her and her fashion wits
.

“Fucking tease! I have better things to do with my time than play your pussy ass fingering games,
Your Majesty
.” Lex got herself together. Her eyes sparkled with a determination he hadn’t noticed earlier. Something had changed, making him nervous. Now she seemed interested.

Massimo couldn’t risk falling for someone again. Sure, he wanted Lex. But women with these ideals tended to get emotional and wrapped up in their relationships. What if she wanted
love
? Not passion, something more. He couldn’t give her love so why risk it? Tittoni men were bred for business, not love. It was how he’d been raised.

“Before I go, I have a proposition for you.” She stepped closer, but he backed away an equal distance.

“A proposition?” He swallowed hard. “From the look on your face, it looks to be an
proposta indecente
.”

“It’s a combination. Here’s the deal—I’ll stay this week in Milan and work with Jemma on Girasoli’s revisions. You’ll release the Easton fabric samples.”

He put his hand in his pocket to adjust himself. “
Sì
, we already agreed.” Massimo smiled, uncertain what would come next from her sweet tasting mouth.

“The gala tonight I mentioned I’m attending.”

“
Sì
. What about it?” The one she threatened to attend with Vinnie Donatello.

“I assume you have to attend as well.”

“
Sì sì, sì
,” he confirmed.

“Will you go as my date?”

Was she asking him out? He’d received other such requests, but none as formal. The women he dated didn’t garner such invitations, no one did. “Sounds easy enough,” he replied. Why not? Having Lex on his arm would be good for his image in the fashion community, and Girasoli could use some favorable page-popping press to get the prebuzz going on the new line.

“And…” she continued.

“Eh?”
Why is she making me nervous?

“And, in return, after my New York fashion show, I place an order for the fabrics I need to go into more production. What you’re giving me right now will cover my showroom and runway samples. You’ll waive the fabric markup fee providing your goods to Easton at cost.”

Massimo couldn’t believe this. They’d almost made love, yet nothing softened her ruthless ambition. The erection pain eased but transferred to his back pocket. He envisioned a hole in his wallet with money pouring out. “What’s the catch?” he asked.

“It’s not a catch—rather a favor.” Her chest lifted as she drew a deep breath. “Something for me—on a personal matter.” Her face reddened. Another warning sign.

“What?”

“I want us to spend more time together.” She paused. “You know…”

“No, Lex, I don’t know. What do you mean?”

She took the final step, closing the space between them, “I’ll make you happy with your new fashion designs and you’ll satisfy my sudden craving for casual meaningless sex.”

“No strings?”

“Uhuh.” She’d propositioned him.

“Have you ever done—a one night stand?”

Lex shook her head to say no. “Guys always come back for seconds, sometimes even thirds. I can’t figure it out.”

“Have you ever kept a—what you call in America—a
fuck buddy
?” Massimo already knew the answer to this question but needed to be certain. Her cuteness remained funny but in all seriousness there was no way a man could let this woman—presumably 34C-24-40, five-nine at best, green eyed, honey haired, smarter than Einstein, prettier than Brigitte Bardot and sharper than a pair scissors out of his hands once he’d secured her attention.

Again, in the same annoying demure reaction, her head shook to say no. She bit her lower lip and made it obvious she stared at his dick. “Men don’t want to let me go once they get their hands on me.”

“You don’t strike me as the type who could do anything meaningless and walk away with no feelings attached.” He wondered if he could either. “Lex, we can’t.” Massimo appreciated her advancements but recognized deep down inside another voice tried to speak.

White splotches spotted her cheeks when she stepped back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I thought—I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

“Not anymore.”

Lex blinked in surprise. “Why? You didn’t enjoy—”

“
Sì
, I enjoyed it. I did not realize your sex life and you were not active.” Her recent aggression must’ve represented pent-up desire.

“
I told you
, I work a lot and free time is a challenge. Sex hasn’t been a sport for me the way it is for you.” Her emerald eyes scintillated infatuation.

“Uh huh. Too busy suing people?” Massimo blubbered. First the discounted shipment and now she desired him as her cock on demand. “You make many assumptions about my sex life and what sports I play.”

“You want me. I want you. I need to loosen up a little. You know, love my body and your cock at the same time. Then I’ll go back to New York.” More confident, she asked, “So, say—yes?”

Errr. Bella does not ask. She tells.
What the hell’d gotten into her? Lex, the same woman he ate dinner with last night? He thought women were checked off his list on figuring out. The universe sent her to him to screw with his common sense. His strategy for playing the field—trumped. He shouldn’t have kissed her or touched her.

“I will talk to our shareholders about giving you the discount you need when you go into production for the textiles. I would be honored to have you with me this week as my social calendar is full. You would make for good company. You may stay at the
Milano
estate. But I am
not
to be your stud.”

Her jaw dropped. “You’re going to turn down my offer? But women—all the time—it’s in the tabloids. Why refuse me?”

Because he couldn’t risk his heart, not again. Lex embodied unique. He could tell the minute he touched her. Her expectations would be too. “It is not
my place
to be your fabric supplier
with benefits
. What if you develop fantasies about love, marriage and babies? I cannot. And am not prepared for that either. It is best we remain professional.”

He rested his hands on her shoulders to emphasize his words.

“Why are you against falling in love?” Her face fell.

“A
fuck buddy
would never even ask such a question. So, never you mind.” He knew it. Her inquiry about
love
proved it. “You are enchanting, when you want to be.” He wanted to change the topic.

“Enchanting? I would rather be erotic!”

“
Sì
, you are smart and attractive, but I will not have sex with you. You know as well as I casual sex is not in your DNA.”

“How do you know?”

He motioned her toward the door. “Look at how wound up you were at dinner when I came on to you. You would not even work out with me at the gym.”

“I’m much more agreeable now.”

Enjoying the idea sent his spirits soaring, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. “Let us pretend this never happened.
Sì
, let us not talk about this again. Let us get ready for The Fashion Ball.”

* * * * *

Moments ago, Lex had been walking on air. She didn’t dream she’d ever ask Massimo for sex. And even if she did, she never expected him to say no. The idea had popped into her head and she went for it. Her pussy told her to.
What the hell is Massimo afraid of?

She thought her situation similar to Susan Sarandon in
Thelma & Louise
at the convertible wheel listening to Geena Davis order her to keep going, even if she failed. Keep going. Drive the fucking green Ford right off the cliff, Firestone tires and all. And she’d driven her sex over the edge. Unlike the characters in the movie, she didn’t want to end her life. Lex needed cock. Was casual sex such an impossible request?

Casual sex was in her DNA. At least in her parents’ anyway—they were both swingers. Her father’s groupies lined up in concert halls. And a tell-all book on her mother, titled
Banging Birdie
, an exposé on her Eighties celebration, revealed her one-thousand men conquest. They lent credibility that Easton blood pumped sex. The pickle was, she’d spent her entire life trying to avoid being them. Did Massimo have a point? Maybe he’d seen right through her.

With this embarrassment hanging over her, could she stay in Milan? Why would he want her around for the week? She must if she wanted the fabrics. Maybe love and Lex didn’t equate. Lex and casual sex didn’t. Massimo remained worth a try. He would have been perfect. His handsome face, hard body and fat cock—Lex didn’t even get a chance to taste, suck or swallow. Dammit.

“
Yes
, alrighty then, let’s get ready for The Fashion Ball.” She needed to forget it and focus on what she did best, Easton Essentials.

The Fashion Ball, next to Italy’s Fashion Week, remained Europe’s mammoth mode event. Similar to New York’s Costume Institute Gala—Met Ball—anyone in fashion who is, was or who could be, should have been, or would become—a fashion icon from designers to stars came from all over the globe to attend.

Tonight would be Lex’s first appearance at such a gala. Last year, up to her eyeballs in sketching and drafting patterns, she’d declined the invitation. This year, she’d hired employees who’d helped her more and more with the business. Ready to be social, to network, to be seen, and
be casual in bed, she’d get
him
.

“I will book the afternoon for you at the spa,” he affirmed. “Jemma has a few gowns at the house you may select from.”

“Did you say
spa
? Which one?”

“I am going to drop you off at Aquae Calidae over on Via S. Sofia.”

“The famous Roman bath place?”

“
Sì
, you have been?”

“Nope, I’ve always wanted to go.” Aquae Calidae was a legendary place celebrated for transforming movie stars, creating esthetic wonders beyond anyone’s greatest wishes.

“You will have a late lunch there and get some treatments.”

“Aren’t you coming with me?” A part of her reveled in spending the day with him at the spa.

“I will schedule our week. Work on the designs. Get your shipment flown to New York, and finish the details for tonight.”

“You have to come. How will I find my way about town?” She spoke with desperate firmness.
No, no, no. I just played dumb.
Fuck
. I’ve been to Milan a million times. Why did I just say that?

“The spa’s driver will take you back to my home here in town. But before you leave I want to address the real reason why I brought you here today.”

“Yes, what is it?” She’d almost forgotten.

“Last night I thought long and hard about the fabrics, and I do intend to give them to you. But there is a condition to this trade, or rather a proposition for you.”

“Continue.” Lex felt a chill and crossed her arms.

“You do not have to say yes, or no, to what I am about to ask, right now. I would like you to spend this week mulling it over. Okay?”

“Spill it, Massimo.” She hated mulling.

“My intent is to acquire Easton Essentials. You would work for Girasoli and head up our North American business. We will make Easton a Girasoli subdivision.” He beamed.

She gasped. He’d lost his mind. Lunacy swirled rampant around them today. “No way! I don’t need to ration a sellout to your subdivision for more than a second. I can tell you right now, the answer is
no
.”
Hell to the no.

“Your quick ‘no’ is because I refused to say ‘yes’ to sex. They say men think with their dicks. I hope you do not run Easton with your—”

“
Shut it
!”
I’m gonna punch you.
Lex inhaled and fisted her hands. She reflected on what Taddy or Vive might say right now. She’d give him an earful sampled by second bestie “Viveca Farnworth” sarcasm style. Massimo deserved it. “You could have fucked me ’til your uncut, overexposed on the blogs, ‘too ginormous for my snatch’ pecker fell off. And I’d still no way never ever in a thousand years sell, loan, sample you
my
Easton. And to answer your question, I run
my
company with my pussy, and twenty-four other pussy-sporting employees. Easton girls do not allow dickheads or cocks in our fashion world.
Period
.” She recrossed her arms and quirked her jaw up to illustrate physical defiance coordinating with her ruthless words.