Undressed (17 page)

He gripped his cock’s base pushing his manhood farther into her little mouth. “Open wider for me,” he instructed.

“Mmmm.” Her wet tongue wrapped around the head. He thrust in farther. Mouth wider, she received him. Her lips rested over his thickness, shying from taking his entire cock. Her eyes watered. But she didn’t pull away. Determined to get his entire dick down her throat, she leaned into him. “Give me more, Masi.”

“
Bella
, whatever you want.” Noticing she’d take more, his cock slid in and out, in and out, in and out, not letting her mouth escape this unity.
Gonna fuck your face, bella.

“Yes, yes, Masi, I want your cock.” In a frantic plunge her mouth dove over his shaft. Hot and wet sucking him off, he loved this. Lex’s cheeks caved in as she gasped for air. She pulled back. “God you—”

“Suck my dick,
bella
. Come on.” With a gentle yet firm hold on her head, he guided her mouth over his cock. “You wanted my cock. Let me give you more.” He buried her nostrils in his pubic hair. When he felt her two front teeth graze the base of his cock, he shook her head back and forth with a slight nod.

Lex sucked harder.

He felt his pre cum going down her throat.

She tugged on his nuts.

The rhythm became rapid as her head bobbed back and forth and he complimented her moaning, “Good girl,
bella.
Good, good girl.”

“Maaaasi” Lex wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft, jerking him off harder, sucking on his sensitive tip, and licking all over his shaft. “Give it to me, baby. Come on.”

“
Bella
.” The friction increased as he pumped harder.

Nuts slapped her wet skin.

“More.” She swallowed him whole as he felt his cock’s head cushion against her tonsils.

Nails dug into his ass cheeks.

“
Bellisima,
I’m going to come.” Ready to shoot his load down her throat, he debated if she’d take it. “You’re making me come.
Oh dios.
” Fingers knuckled in her hair, he steered her face back away from his cock.

“Give me.” She leaned forward. She wanted to swallow him.

“You want to taste me,
bella
?” he asked but didn’t wait for an answer, ramming his girth down her throat.

A loud slurping sound came from her lips. More tears found their way down her cheeks. Her lips curled up. She sucked harder.

Massimo released the sticky pearl liquid in her mouth. He felt the first squirt shoot down her throat. Lex jerked her head back in response. With a tight grasp he guided her down over his orgasm. “Take it,
bella
, take it all.” She gagged for air, swallowing his load. He spurted again. She consumed more. Her tongue extended receiving his final squirt as he shot.

“Mmm.” Lex wiped her lips.

He pulled her up onto her feet. Massimo kissed her warm forehead first, each flushed cheek, red nose tip, and her swollen lips. Shoving his tongue in her mouth, he swallowed his salty balm.

“A license contract means you are mine for a two year minimum,
bella.
Will you stay the week’s remainder with me to work out the details?” He filled with hope he’d have more time with her.

“Sorry, I fly back to New York tomorrow. Gotta get ready for my show.” She hugged him resting her face on this chest. “Fly back with me.”

He rested his chin on her head’s crown. “I have not been to your city since…my
padre
died.” A cold knot formed in his stomach. If he went to the states, he’d pay a visit to Paloma. It didn’t seem right coming to Manhattan and not seeing his only sister. But more than he cared to admit, he didn’t have it in him. “Let us head home. You and Jemma have a party to get ready for.” He kissed her hand, holding it in his and not wanting to give any more thought to Lex leaving his side.

“Wait ’til you see the dress I’m wearing tonight.”

“Does it show your legs?”

“Uh huh, it shows my legs all right.”

Part Three

Panties Comin’ Off

Chapter Sixteen

Undress Me

Frozen, Lex glared at the full length mirror.

Fullness stared back at her, and it hollered, “Hello, Pamela Anderson.”

Jemma’s alterations had tightened the dress into something resembling a Band Aid taped to her body. “No way in catwalk hell can I leave the mansion wearing your gown. I’m sorry.” She felt naked as an attention seeker and dipped in tinsel. “You cut way more fabric than we agreed on.”

Glancing over Lex’s shoulder, Jemma held back a laugh, her lips trembling. “My darling, I didn’t imagine you’d be this provocative. I have an idea—to soften it.” She turned Lex around. “Let’s draw your hair up, give you smoky eye, and then the
attenzione
goes straight to your face, no?” She twisted Lex’s hair to a chignon.
“Sì?”
Jemma removed a diamond pin from her head and clipped it on hers. “
Magnifico!
You may keep my hair jewelry, darling.”

“You’re blind, right? The last feature people will see is my face.”
She tried to slouch, hoping her breasts would rest, compress—anything. She never thought she’d wish for a flatter chest. But she did, and they didn’t flatten.

“We’re running late.” Jemma tossed her a lip gloss tube. “Put this on and let’s go. Luigi and Massimo are waiting for us in the car.”

Massimo’s gonna flip.
“Can you tell the guys I’ll be right down?”

“
Sì
, be right back.” Jemma headed for the door.

“And where’s this self confidence you promised?”

“
Grazie
for the reminder. I’ll return with your courage, my darling.” Jemma strutted from the bedroom, leaving Lex to stare at herself wondering what she’d meant.

Maybe the longer she gawked, the less shocked she’d be. Lex closed her eyes and opened them again. Nope. Still scandalous
.

Lex didn’t commit any crime. Her nipples, pussy and ass crack were covered. She didn’t show much cleavage. The garment oozed suggestiveness.

Similar to a nude hosiery material from nylon, elastane and cotton, the fabric remained unique to the marketplace. Crystals had been dusted over the bustline, midsection and buttocks in a mosaic effect. Jemma boasted she spent over eighty hours placing each Swarovski embellishment in place. The gown radiated sheer genius only to be outdone by Cimabue. But this wasn’t a Fresco.

Unscrewing the cap, Lex lacquered baby pink over her lips. She picked up a charcoal eye pencil and outlined her eyes.

Jemma emerged at the door. “Your makeup is
perfetto
. Good job. The guys rode ahead in the first limo. You and I are going to take the second town car.”

“Great, thank you.”

“
Prego
, here, put this on.” She handed her a black raincoat. “Ditch the jacket the second you get up to the press box. Massimo will meet you at security.
Capisci
?”

“Jemma, this reminds me of sneaking out from the house as a kid in an outfit my parents grounded me for wearing.”

“Where do you suppose the idea came from?” Jemma snorted and handed her a shot glass filled with syrup.

She held it to her nose. “And what’s this?” The clear liquid smelled grappa-ish and stirred thick against the glass.

“It’s confidence, my darling, Mona Lisa style,” Jemma encouraged as if she’d already swigged her own tumbler or two. “To your boobage—
salute!
”

“Not funny.” Lex pinched her nostrils together and knocked it back it. Her eyes stung as the sweet syrup numbed her throat.

“Such a Yankee Doodle you are.” Jemma held out the bottle and poured one more shot. “For good luck.”

Lex swigged the second round fast. The bitter aftertaste puckered her tongue.
Nasty.

Before leaving, Jemma coached Lex on how to secure a dramatic pose on the red carpet and to drop her chin when on camera. She rehearsed with her what to say to the reporters when asked about the gown.

* * * * *

Where is she?
Massimo stood, waiting for his date, his bodyguards not far behind. The security checkpoint for the red carpet was packed with press and celebrities. Opposite the velvet rope stood fans and those aspiring. Celebrities piled under the canopy and grouped shoulder to shoulder. It started to sprinkle—typical for a Milan summer evening.

Limo after limo unloaded one couple after another.

“Here we are!” Jemma shouted to Luigi, who stood next to him as she grabbed his arm. “Lex is right behind me at security.” She pointed behind her to Massimo. Luigi pulled her close and walked the red carpet.

He studied Jemma with suspicion. She didn’t make eye contact. Something didn’t sit right, but…what?

Massimo scanned the crowd, trying to find Lex.

Yuk.
His eyes caught the unfortunate Scilla and Ottavia staring at him. They were two hangers on who remained ill-fated reminders to his friend’s choices for mistresses. He’d never let them get any closer than a hello.

Scilla, the anorexic looking stray, waved to him from the velvet rope’s other side. “Massimo, you want Ottavia and me on your arm tonight?”

“
Ciao principe
,” barked Ottavia. She exemplified a gluttonous port.

“No
grazie
,” he replied and offered a fake smile. Massimo turned away with zero interest, checking to make sure his wallet remained in his back pocket.
Lex, hurry…

Scilla and Ottavia, professional con artists, existed by trolling means. While attending The Rolex Capri Sailing Week, he’d heard some society gossip. Last seen in
Forte dei Marmi
, the girls cleaned out a retired millionaire’s bank account. Poor bastard had made his riches as a leather manufacturer, and today—penniless. How these two hustlers ended up here tonight remained anyone’s guess. But he’d stay clear at every cost.

Lex squeezed up behind him. “Sorry, we ran late. Boy it’s shoulder to shoulder under this rooftop.” Taking his arm, she gave him a peck on the cheek.

The gathering moved him farther away from Scilla and Ottavia, who shot Lex stink eyes.

“It is okay,
bella
.” He set his focus onward, guiding Lex behind him through the group. Massimo stepped up to the press box and red carpet area for photos. He heard their names called, but voices became distant as his eyes refocused.

Stepping out from the assembly Lex threw a poncho to the side.

What the…
His eyes caught Lex in full view, naked. His jaw hung open as he sucked the summer humidity in. Powerless to determine what had happened, he thanked his feet for remaining planted on the ground.

She turned to face him, such lustrous beauty.

Pop! Flash!
The flashbulbs went off.
Clickety click. Pop! Flash!

Right hand on her hip Lex tilted her face for the cameras. Advancing one foot out from the other she smiled—a stunning beam held for sixty seconds. Lex eyed the paparazzi at her far left, and bit by bit she turned her face and repositioned her feet. She kept her face front and center then gave the photographers a wink, dropping her shoulders back into a sexy laugh when she eyed the final group on her far right.

Where did she learn to strut and pose this way?
“Lex!” An audible sound of disbelief erupted from his lips when his breath caught. No, not naked but alluded as much. She wore the sexiest dress he’d ever seen—it didn’t suit her character at all. How did he not see her dress earlier? He’d caught her face as she approached.

“Prince, come on, the cameras are snapping.” Lex spoke as if she wore jeans and a t-shirt.

“Over here,
Signorina Easton,”
shouted a reporter.
Pop!
Flash!

“What do you have on?” Massimo tugged her close to him to cover her up.

“Joan Rivers and
The Times
wanted more skin—I’m giving everyone what they asked for.”

Decked in a helmet beehive hairstyle, a woman walked up and introduced herself as Molly with a camera behind her. The red button flashed “recording”. “Lex Easton, you look smashing this evening, on Prince Massimo Tittoni’s arm in something we’d never expect from you, a risqué gown.” She continued, her British accent soothing his unease. “Mind telling BBC World Fashion News who you are wearing?”

Lex had turned an about face in his mind. Who stood with confidence facing the reporter and onlookers? She couldn’t be the American
he’d dragged to an event the night prior.

She licked her lips. “Hi, Molly, it’s great to see you. My gown is by Jemma Fereti for Girasoli.” Lex smiled, offering a turn.

The reporter nodded. “Where might our viewers at home order this gown?” She motioned for the cameraman to secure a pan shot.

“This dress is sold by custom order at the prince’s Milan showroom. It’s Girasoli’s new luxury couture line.”

“Fantastic. We look forward to learning more about you two and the projects ahead in the weeks to come.” The reporter turned to face the camera, allowing Lex and Massimo to walk behind her. “I’m Molly Straten for BBC World News.”

He held on to Lex’s arm, attempting to smile as the camera’s recording light flashed to black.

Lex turned for the photographers shouting her name.

Torn over whether to socialize, dance, or take Lex home and cover her up, Massimo didn’t know where to start first.

“What?” She turned, studying his confusion.

“Follow me.” He walked her through the crowd. Massimo ignored the people waiting to speak to him.

“Massimo, don’t you wanna say hello to—”

“
Basta
.” Massimo scanned the large club as they stepped inside.

Lit and roped off, the right side showcased artwork up for auction with additional security. The expansive space decorated in white, quiet with everyone staring one another up and down exuding society’s good graces.

Massimo couldn’t turn around and march back out the front door. The media would label him as unsupportive. He and Lex needed to stay for at least an hour or two.

Across the hall, the dance floor was packed with bodies in the dark, grinding to a trance tempo with atmospheric melodic phrases. He motioned at his bodyguard to go take a break and leave them be. “Come on.” He hugged Lex tight around her narrow waist and carried her to the dance floor.

“Masi!” Lex’s hair clip dropped to Massimo’s feet. Golden locks cascaded over her bare shoulders.

He returned her to her feet and reached down, picking up the diamond accessory. The floorboards vibrated under his feet to the electronic tunes. He remained down staring up at Lex.

My wish came true—those legs.
Long legs supported her exquisite physique. The entire room’s focus turned to Lex. He realized no matter where he took her, onlookers would want to be close to her. How could they resist? She’d come out from hiding behind her sewing machine. Lex trusted in his company to help her forget about her family and for one night—dance, the writing visible in her smoky eyes. “Let us have fun,
bella
.” She extended her hand as he stood holding her grip. Together they stepped into the party.

Untz. Untz. Untz

“Yo, yo, yo, this is y’all’s boy, DJ Dejon! You’se muhfka’s ready to trip wit’ me on my latest spin. This diddy we’s callin’
Undressed
,” a male voice shouted over the sound system.

Moving to the dance floor, Massimo rested his lips alongside her ear and squeezed her tight. “I see Jemma has influenced you.”

“The gown is growing on me. I love it, don’t you?” Lex stepped back, adjusting her breasts for him to admire. Tapping her feet, she moved her hips and danced. He noticed her body responded to the high speed tune better than last night’s Giuseppe Verdi's waltz.

“Yes, very much so,” Massimo declared. “You caught me off guard.”

DJ Dejon’s pink laser show beamed from above. Neon florescence reflected over Lex’s crystal wrapping, causing her sculpted body to radiate.

Onlookers turned to admire Lex’s beauty. He knew they would.

She glowed.

She danced.

She entranced.

Oontz. Oontz. Oontz.

“Tell me your wet dream ’n’ I’ll be your fantasy,” Dejon recited over the beat. His orders blasted through the speakers. “What’s your fantasy, y’all?”

The words sent a chill through Massimo’s body, giving him permission to let his guard down and play.

Bam
!—a loud smoke gunshot went off. Shiny gold and silver confetti fell from the rafters landing in Lex’s hair. Glitter stuck to her skin as she twirled and cheered along to the crowd’s attention.

With a head shake, Massimo watched tiny metallic pieces fall to his feet. He tugged Lex into him in hopes she’d hide his obvious erection. Her hands came up over his shoulders. She inspired his feet to bop with hers. Massimo felt her nails raking his scalp going up and down his neckline.
Ah, ooh, aahh. Those nails feel good.
Her touch made every inch of his body rise to attention. His nuts synched as he danced with his legs a little farther apart.