Lex smiled. She loved this treatment. “Whatever you think is best. I’m going to The Fashion Ball tonight, so let’s do everything.” Visions of how the night would play out danced in her head. She’d meet fellow designers from Paris, London and Tokyo.
“Signorina,” Sophia interrupted. “We should spray-tan your skin today. It’ll give you a bronze sheen. We can airbrush on a six-pack, calf muscles and even some extra cleavage.” The technician who’d addressed her patted her arm to encourage her to leave everything to her expertise.
Going beyond a five-minute morning makeup application in vain made Lex roll her eyes. But she’d try one more time to seduce the prince. And it would be that night.
“Sounds perfect. Let’s do it.” I will have him.
When Candy Isn’t Enough
“There’s no better way to blow off some steam than by giving someone a blowjob. Hello!” —Blake Morgan, gay best friend, Prada aficionado, Manhattanite.
Beam Me the Ménage à Trois Up, Scotty
“Prada” read the label on the young man’s shirt who greeted Lex at the private entrance to the House of Tittoni’s Milan mansion.
Fuck me! Shouted his muscular body in a subliminal tone.
“Why, hello there. I’m Lex Easton. Pleasure.”
“Ciao, I’m Rocco,” he replied, exuding a statuesque Herculean build. Rocco’s strapping handshake coordinated well with his six-foot frame.
Lord Almighty. Lex’s pussy quaked at his touch in a record ten seconds.
Rocco’s physique featured defined biceps, double in size to Lex’s thighs.
Unable to take her eyes off him, she doubted if the pearl-white buttons on his shirt would stay fastened if the fabric were a smidge tighter.
“Massimo didn’t mention a younger brother,” Lex complimented Rocco. Similar to Massimo, he featured an extremely chiseled jaw, almost soap-opera worthy. Hot! His lips were full, almost swollen and in dire need to kiss, lick, or suck on something—anything.
Despite Rocco’s brawn, Lex confirmed his lavalicious eyes remained his best asset. Almond-shaped with überlong lashes, they’d hypnotize their prey with a stare unlike any other. His eyes spoke, as his muscles had earlier, and said, I’m going to bang the pussy juice outta you, Lex Easton!
Between his eyes and muscles, Rocco, who didn’t speak much English, told Lex a lot. He may not have known it at the time but nevertheless, her pussy appreciated what he said.
“I manage and run il Milano mansion. I am the equivalent to Roberto at Isola di Girasoli’s royal palace. I am not related to His Majesty, but work my entire life for the royal family. Sì?”
Lex chuckled. “You don’t mirror Roberto in any way, shape, or form,” she noted. “You’re hot! And you make no flippin’ apologies about it. Do you? No, you don’t.” Lex surmised Rocco aroused any woman—or any man. She knew Massimo was straight because he was a pig, a smart, dirty, machismo stud. Who might have a gold heart, but her jury remained hung until further notice. Much like Masi’s…nope. Down, girl!
However, this guy—she wasn’t sure. Rocco’s eyelashes led her to assume he played on her friend Blake’s team. They blinked way gay long. He was simply too pretty.
“I have a friend in Manhattan I might set you up with. You two will hit it off.” This was Lex’s gay test. She didn’t say the “friend” was a man or a woman. He’d either reply, what’s her name or what’s his name. In Italy, it was more appropriate than asking if they were gay. She never assumed as Vive did. And with Pope Benny suppressing Italy’s homosexuals, Lex stepped up to help out.
“Sì, what’s their name?”
Damn, he found a loophole on my test. “I have two friends, Vive and Blake. You may take your pick.” She snorted.
“Grazie. His Majesty issued a memo you’d be staying this week. I’m here to fill your every need.” He glanced her up and down then continued, “Prince Massimo mentioned a classico beauty arrived in Milan but he didn’t say stunning, sì?”
“Aww. Thank you.” Unable to remember the last time she’d received such a sweet compliment, she reached for her purse to tip him. Then she remembered Roberto scolding her. “Massimo described me as a classic beauty?”
“Sì, it was in his staff memo.”
“What else did this note say?” Lex was suddenly very curious.
“You own a sharp tongue. I do not know what the prince means. Can you hold your tongue out?”
“Ahhhhh.” Lex stuck out her tongue at him. She didn’t have the patience to explain the expression. Not thinking Rocco would understand, she pulled her tongue in her mouth.
Rocco gestured thank you and continued, “The memo also listed house staff is not to challenge Signorina Easton. Signorina needs her rest. Signorina may not be nice at sunrise. Signorina does not eat Italiano food. And Signorina rolls her eyes and curses—a lot.”
“Okie dokie. Maybe you should show me my room?” I knew I should’ve stopped at the ‘classic beauty’ compliment.
“Sì, let me give you a tour. I will show you the first four floors. His Majesty’s quarters remain off-limits.” He motioned her through the house.
The seven-story estate felt packed when compared to Girasoli palace. It was also secluded, in contrast to its urban setting, and built floor to ceiling in white marble. The house featured an indoor skating rink, three kitchens, two sports courts, a gift-wrapping room, a bowling alley and a storage room with special freezers.
“What’s in these freezers? Meats and cheeses?” Lex asked as they walked into the subzero rooms.
“His Majesty enjoys confectionary treats. Swiss chocolatier, Teuscher. They are in Zurich with a store in Bahnhofstrasse. They FedEx shipments for our Imperial Highness.”
“Shipments of?”
“Prized champagne chocolate truffles,” Rocco shared and opened a freezer to show her. “They arrive each Friday.”
“My respect for the prince grows more and more by the minute.” Yummerific for my fuck-it bucket. She’d eyed the freezer, waiting for Rocco to turn his back to her. The nanosecond he distanced himself, she swung the freezer door open and popped one Hm, two Hmm, three Hmmm in her mouth. She sucked. She swallowed. If she didn’t get Massimo, she might as well enjoy Teuscher’s.
Upstairs, the opulent hallways were lined in exquisite Renaissance paintings with works by Paolo Uccello and Domenico Ghirlandaio.
Rocco’s face lit up when Lex expressed an interest in the paintings.
“Are these paintings real or copies?”
“House of Tittoni’s Milano mansion, inside and out, is an original—including the man who owns it.” He gave Lex a smirk then stepped forward and said, “Scusi, I have other matters to attend to.” Rocco shook her hand. “You know where your sleeping quarters are. The limo will be downstairs waiting for you in uno hour. Arrivederci.”
Lex stood and admired a tempera panel painting featuring nine figures—Mercury parting the clouds for spring to enter; Cupid causing sexual havoc; a deflowered Venus surrounded by the Three Graces; Flora, flower and blossom goddess; and Chloris, her former innocent self, with Zephyr, the wind deity, taking her virginity.
Primavera, also known as Allegory of Spring by Sandro Botticelli, she knew its meaning—neoplatonic love, possessed by Eros. A coveted painting stared her right in the face, in Massimo’s home, down the hall from his bedroom suite.
She turned to go down the hall to her room when Lex heard—
“Jemmy! Jam, Jam, Jemma.” A male voice erupted from the winding guest room corridor.
“Sì, my darling. Sì,” a female voice responded.
WTF?
Passing a door left ajar, she heard what sounded to be Luigi with Jemma.
Rocco had mentioned the couple arrived earlier on another jet to get ready for the ball.
I’ll just close the door and let them have their sensual moment in private. As she held on to the crystal doorknob, though, she didn’t possess any self-restraint. She wanted to peek, if only for a second.
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Pushing open the heavy oak door, she looked into the room. The walls were illuminated by lit candles. The opulent velvet medallion burgundy curtains were drawn, blocking the sun from shining in. A dark foyer, separating the entrance from the bedroom where the noises originated, remained between them. Lex tiptoed farther in and stopped at the second entrance. She remained unseen.
“Suck che dick. Yeah. Suck it, Jemma,” Luigi ordered as he rested naked on a black leather loveseat. His elongated muscular torso was camouflaged by flaxen hair, leaving a fuzzy trail down his navel to his pubes.
Oh, my. Cockalicious! Lex’s clit prickled with anticipation. This scene by far blew the cock-riding, yacht-floating woman who greeted her at the Isola di Girasoli out of the water.
“Darling, your cock tastes so good. Yeah, my darling, mmm.” On her knees, Jemma gave him a blowjob. Lex recognized her by her sable waist-length tresses and red nails. She glided up and down his brimming shaft, making sucking and slurping sounds. As she increased, her mouth’s noises began growing louder. Sounds started to pop. She was sucking him off as if her life depended on it. She was possessed. Head spinning and hair flying, she rotated her neck clockwise then counterclockwise. Jemma pulled her head back and ran her tongue up his shaft, lubing his cock. It appeared as a wet spear lubed to fuck the universe.
Jesus, girl. Lex stepped in closer, going to the corner wall. They didn’t see her from where they faced. But oh, she saw them.
Lex’s scalp itched. She’d never watched someone have sex before—in person, anyway.
“Look how hard you made my dick, Jemma,” Luigi said huskily, his cock swelling by the second. Eyes closed in what Lex concluded was pure rapture, Luigi arched his feet to Jemma’s actions. He palmed her head as if a basketball. “Shit, Jemmy. Damn, baby girl. Ohh, fuck. Goddamn! Suck it, suck, suck it. You're going to make me come.”
Lex adored Jemma’s ability to take Luigi in her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth, worshipping her lover.
“You want me to fuck you, Jem Jem?” Lugi asked, holding Jemma’s head back.
“Sì, darling.”
“Beg for my cock, baby. I wanna hear you beg for it.”
“Fuck me, my darling.”
“You want me to split you wide?”
Jemma nodded in agreement.
“Come up and ride me, baby.” Luigi leaned down as his palm slipped between her legs, pinching her clit playfully. “You gonna spread for me?”
“My darling, I do whatever Daddy wants.” Jemma rose and placed herself in her master’s lap.
“You gonna spread your pussy for me? Bag my cock, Jemmy.” He reached for a condom from a nearby table.
“I haven’t been fucked since yesterday, sì? I want you to fuuuuuuck me.” Jemma tore the wrapper and rolled the rubber over his shaft. Jemma moaned as she held herself up by his shoulder. “Ohh, yeah. Let me get on your cock, Daddy.” She inched his cock inside her, straddling him. “Hello, handsome.” She began to ride him like something from the wild.
His nut sac bounced with a violent spring as she picked up speed.
Lex saw his cock swelling with each stride as it gunned from Jemma’s pussy.
Masi. Starved for sex, Lex swallowed whatever moisture was in her mouth and imagined Massimo buried inside her, shattering her pussy. The idea intoxicated her.
“Damn, baby. Your fucking cunt is hot.” Luigi pounded. A feeding frenzy over Jemma’s breasts ensued as Luigi sat upright and grabbed on to her distended nipples. He sucked one then shouted, “Ti amo!”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Stepping in even farther, Lex lolled her body against the wall. She wished Massimo was with her. Massimo could do whatever he desired.
Lex rubbed herself hard over her clothing. I want to touch myself. She looked around to make sure she was unnoticed before she ducked into the corner, away from their sight but still very much able to see. Lex pulled her dress up and yanked her thong down, touching her pussy. Rubbing her fingers over her mound, her panties were already wet. Thoughts about being in Massimo’s arms earlier on the sofa filled her mind. Starved and crazy for his cock, she wanted to have Massimo inside her. His words replayed in her mind: I want to watch you touch yourself. Touch yourself for me, bella.
Yes, yes, Masi. Without a second thought, she’d licked her ring and middle fingers and slipped her hands under her ivory satin panties, playing with herself as Massimo instructed. She concentrated on watching Luigi as he continued to thrust inside Jemma.
The attentiveness he displayed for her amplified his admiration for his lover. He held her face, kissing her with a sweet gesture, holding on to her with no obvious desire to let her go.
I want this. Fuck me, I want Massimo.
“Let’s go, Luigi, my darling.” Riding up fast on his cock, Jemma went back down on Luigi’s dick, teasing him.
Thap, thap, thap.
A blatant slapping sound from flesh upon flesh lubricated by their perspiration echoed in the room—harmony. They’d reached their groove.
“Luigi, gimme. Darling, gimme! Get up in my pussy!” Jemma responded with a scream, shaking Lex to her core. “Fill me up! Come on!”
Lex felt as if she was watching a movie, unsure what was to come next, but thrilled to find out. And nervous she’d get caught looking. If they stood up, she’d be busted.
I want to be Jemma. Lex continued to rub her clit, replaying Massimo’s voice in her head. She wondered if she’d scream as Jemma did if Massimo’s cock filled her.
On the opposite loveseat, about two feet away from Luigi and Jemma, a man’s head came up.
Ahh! Lex froze, uncertain who it was. She held her breath. Is it Massimo?
Time stood still as her peripheral vision blurred. Who are you?
He moved himself closer to the seat’s edge.
The man stood. Tall, muscular, hung, it was…Rocco.
Thank you, Jesus!
Relief washed over her, knowing Massimo’s hung cock was locked and loaded for safekeeping. But her relief dissipated, replaced with curiosity. Rocco was in his birthday suit, tailored to sheer perfection. Indeed, he looked even hotter stripped from his Prada uniform.
“Ready?” Rocco stroked his massive dick, coming closer to Luigi and Jemma.
Lex’s excitement released down her legs. I can’t turn away.
Rocco walked behind to where Luigi sat. Thankfully, he didn’t look up. If he did, he might’ve seen Lex. Instead, he leaned over Luigi and faced Jemma. He rubbed his hands up and down Luigi’s worked-out chest.
“Kiss ’em, kiss ’em, kiss ’em!” Jemma shouted as she rode Luigi.
What are they going to do? Lex stood on her toes, catching a better show.
“Amico, my buddy.” Rocco flicked Luigi’s quarter-size nipples and then tugged on each one.
“Gimme your cock,” Luigi demanded.
Man love.
Rocco leaned forward, kissed Jemma on the lips, then turned his face into Luigi’s and frenched him deep.
Tongues clashing, licking, a perfect tongue dance, Luigi and Rocco whispered words to one another. It was intense—two Italian men, an alpha enjoying the oomph from his omega.
“Suck my dick.” Jutting his cock forward, Rocco stepped back next to Jemma, giving Luigi enough room to face him.
“My two men are so hot.” Jemma slowed her riding speed down.
“Suck it.” Rocco spit in Luigi’s mouth then on his own cock, providing lubrication.
Luigi slid Rocco’s cock into his mouth.
Lex gasped and covered her trembling lips hard, slapping her mouth to keep quiet. She’d die if she got caught spying. My gay peeps in NYC will love to hear about this one.
Grunting with bliss, Rocco thrust his dick in two shakes down Luigi’s ample throat as Jemma rode Luigi. Three bodies entangled as one.
“I love my darlings!” Jemma leaned forward, holding on to Rocco’s balls, hungry for oral action. She licked his thick, veiny shaft while Luigi sucked on Rocco’s swollen mushroom head
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Rocco snatched his cock from Luigi’s mouth, precum illuminating his skin against the candlelight.
“Hot, bro, yeah.” Tears glistened on Luigi’s handsome face. Rocco wiped them away, knowing his girth caused Luigi to gag several times over. He walked behind Jemma, leaving Luigi to return to paying attention to her breasts while she continued to ride his cock.
Unwrapping a condom from the nightstand, Rocco covered himself. He grabbed a bottle next to him on the coffee table and squirted the clear liquid, decorating his shaft.
Lex questioned if Luigi and Rocco might switch places.
Rocco’s two fingers slid into Jemma’s ass as he walked up behind her. She leaned back against his heaving torso for support. Her body went from tense to limp.
“Ohhh, yes, my darlings. My darlings, ohhh!” Jemma screamed in ecstasy. She bit down on Luigi’s shoulder from intense pleasure. Was Rocco going to fuck her pussy or ass?
In-fucking-credible.
Squatting down, Rocco kissed her lower back. It was as if someone let out butterflies to tickle her. He then buried his tongue in Jemma’s crack. “Sweet ass, Jemma.” Rocco tongue-fucked her ass as she looked back in euphoria, encouraging him to continue.
“Yes, yes, my darlings.” Jemma pulled on his thick black curls, shoving his gorgeous face farther into her backside.
Rocco’s tongue went in and out from her derriere, opening it up for more pleasure.
Backdoor able.
“This is going to be tight, sì?” Rocco pulled his face back, stood, and held on to his cock, aiming it where his tongue had licked moments before. He pressed his dick’s head against the tiny crack, opening Jemma’s crevice.
Realizing his partner wanted a piece, Luigi slowed down his pumping rhythm. Jemma let out the loudest scream.
“Jemmy Jem.” Luigi silenced her with his lips upon hers.
Lex’s clit burned as she continued to play with herself, pretending it was happening to her. She closed her eyes for a second and repeated Massimo’s words—I want to feel you. I want to touch you.
A loud cry erupted in Lex’s ears. It was Jemma.
She opened her eyes, watching as Rocco picked up more speed on Jemma, thrusting behind her. He supported her back, holding her tush up with his hands while he prodded it at the same time. His ass cheeks were covered in sweat and his nuts slapped against her ass as he shoved his cock in and out.