Undressed (10 page)

On the opposite love seat 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 safe keeping. But her relief dissipated, replaced with curiosity. Rocco was in his birthday suit, tailored to sheer perfection. Indeed, he looked 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. 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.

Rocco snatched his cock from Luigi’s mouth. Precum illuminated 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 his cock. 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—a cock on her clit from Luigi and Rocco’s fingers in her ass. 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 to where his tongue had licked moments ago. 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.

Luigi’s dick pumped her pussy in unison with Rocco’s thrusts in her ass. The two studs worked up a harmonious movement, blending their aggression to fuck together.

Cradling herself on Luigi’s cock Jemma’s entire body fitted into spasms. Luigi and Rocco both supported Jemma‘s body when she came.

Watching another woman orgasm was wicked and fantastic for Lex. She touched herself, imagining she was in Jemma’s place, sparks soaring, smoke brewing and heat erupting.

“My, my my daaaaaarlings.” Jemma arched her back and held on to her own tits, sitting up on Luigi’s cock as pussy cream erupted. She shrieked.

Gliding himself up from her ass, Rocco yanked the Trojan. He lifted Jemma from Luigi’s lap and brought her to her feet. After kissing her, he then guided her facedown. “I’m gonna come.” Every gesture touched on utmost care and respect for Jemma. She was the center to their universe, their crown.

“
Coming
, I’m coming.” Pearl liquid shot over Jemma’s bosom as Luigi stood and tore off his rubber.

“Hmm hmm.” Jemma’s tits glistened.

He jacked his final squirt as she tugged on his nut sac for acclaim.

Rocco shot off. Ejaculating
more
dramatically than Luigi, he grabbed on to Luigi’s shoulders and kissed him. He then shoved him to the floor with Jemma as he squirted his load over Luigi’s chest.

Luigi’s pecs were loaded in Rocco’s sperm.

The three together radiated Renaissance art animated to life.

As they each came and reached their climax, Lex remembered Massimo’s final instruction for her—
“Come for me, Lex. I want to see you come.”

Her legs stiffened as she spread her knees apart. Lex’s left hand caressed her breasts while her right hand plowed her pussy. Pretending all along it was Massimo who’d brought her to her knees.
Masi, take me.
At first she’d been quiet, thinking about Massimo’s uncut cock sliding inside her. Her orgasm had stirred in the privacy afforded to her. She’d bit her lip. As Lex climaxed, she thought about Massimo’s holding her down while his thick girth filled her. She grinded her teeth together then licked in a frantic tongue twitch over her lips.
Fill my cunt, baby
. She rubbed her clit,
fap, fap, fap.

Milan’s mansion as the current location escaped her.

But as she began to tremble and whimper, she grew louder.

Lex squeezed her eyes shut and desires about Massimo became conscious. She made a soft noise, a moan, and then yelped, “Ah, ha.” Her heated juice rubbed between her fingers as she picked up speed.

She pressed harder.

She rubbed faster.

She flicked her clit.

“Ahahahahah!” Lex yelped louder. The orgasm wave increased. She clung to the wall for support as it crashed over her. She shot down her legs cupping herself to prevent a drip.

“
Bwahaha
!” Rocco’s voice filled the space, bouncing off the walls and hardwood floor.

Oh no…

“Ha, ha, ha,” Luigi laughed.

Oh no…Oh no…

“
Teehee
.” Jemma giggles followed Luigi’s who came a second after Rocco’s laughter, adding a humiliation layer one after another Lex didn’t anticipate.

Oh no…Oh no… Oh no…

Pulling down her sundress, she opened her eyes wide to see those three gaping at her as if she were Plato’s stepchild. “Hem, ahem.” She cleared her throat. Lex wished she was Captain Kirk stuck on Platonius and not in Milan. She’d say, “Beam me up, Scotty,” to Montgomery Scott and she’d be hologramed into an invisible Earthling. One who transported from this room.

Mortified, she ran out the doorway. She fled to her quarters and slammed the door, hearing them laugh as she went, happy at least to hear they found her voyeurism amusing.

How could she face Jemma tonight at The Fashion Ball? For a nanosecond her mind wondered what might have happened if she’d stayed in the room with them.

* * * * *

Lex collected herself in her room.

“Woof, woof, woof!” Dogs barked in the back.

Huh?
She went to the rear window to see Massimo.

He opened the gate, letting the Cane Corso dogs Rocco called earlier—Nicolo, Nino and Noe—into the yard. She’d never heard or seen the breed until today. Each had a sturdy build and authoritative muscles, and the dogs’ fur shined in varying fawn shades. Beautiful.

Rocco mentioned Massimo kept them as guard dogs appointed to protect the Milan mansion from intruders. Maybe they gave him great companionship.

Massimo waved up at her from the lawn and then he went inside to get ready. She doubted he knew what went on in these bedrooms.

Turning her attention to getting dressed, she glimpsed at herself in the mirror. Aquae Calidae Spa had done wonders, bewitching talents, sheer and utter magic. The body wrap helped her drop two inches from her waist—the beauty therapist even measured it. Her hair was highlighted. She’d sprayed a glitter glaze over each lock. The stylist called it a delicious mix between toasted coconut and crème brulee. Her eyelids were painted in a quinary array—pearl, gunmetal, pink, midnight blue and plum. And the false eyelashes gave a pop. She didn’t remember a time possessing as much confidence as she did this second in Milan.
I look as good as I feel.

On the bed, she found a zippered nylon bag containing a dress with a card. It read, “
Lex, this gown is yours to keep. Do with it as you see fit. Jemma.”
Nice. Lex figured she’d take the dress back knowing she’d three-way spied. She felt horrible. Holding the garment bag up to the window, she unzipped the wrapper. Red layers spilled out.

“I can’t wear this,” she declared aloud.
It’s bold. I’ve never worn red
. Beaded from top to bottom, the gown featured a crossover bodice with a diamond encrusted buckle at the waist. The shoulder strap crossed the open back, while the long figure-hugging sheath fell to the floor. A slit ran up the right side. It was conservative yet grand fashion.

Two black felt shoe and jewelry boxes had been laid out. A call tag embossed with the royal family crest on one side, the other read,
“Tittoni Sicuro #0318”,
which told her they’d been loaned from the family safe.

She opened the long square package. Lucent stardust gleamed at her. She held one up to the light. Christian Louboutin was no match for these stilettos.

The footwear’s weight and craftsmanship led her to assume a goldsmith, one who also understood gemology, had created them. Each heel was encrusted with what she estimated was well over two thousand individual sparkling white gems. Lex thought they might be white sapphires.

Lex stepped into the dress. “How can anyone wear this?” she muttered. The dress ran as long as an American bridal gown, in a candy apple red covered in sparkles. It required some Easton TLC. Jemma’s note stated she may do whatever she wished. Going to her bag, she pulled out her scissors and began cutting.

Chapter Nine

Vajayjay Factor via Valentino

“
Andiamo,
Lex.
”
Massimo shouted up the banister, realizing Luigi and Jemma had already left in another limo. “Hurry up!”

“Coming,” responded a shaky voice from upstairs.

Massimo paced the foyer. His black tuxedo, with a notched satin collar and one-button front, stretched tight across his shoulders, the effect coming from weight lifting at the gym. He pulled out his handkerchief from his side pocket to wipe his palms. Nervous? They’d miss the red carpet if they didn’t leave soon.

Having his photo taken with the celebrated Lex Easton would help his new collection soar. The prince understood the PR machine better than anyone. Motivated buyers became the objective. The social press had become alerted by Lex’s arrival in Milan this morning. Lex generated buzz online as early as this morning.

The guest bedroom door closed. High heels clacked against the marble, growing louder as she came closer.

He looked up the winding banister to see a ruby glimmer floating down the stairs.

“Oh Mio Dio.”

First he noticed her long legs ending in bespoke stilettos. High heels turned him on, but this he’d never seen. And he sure as hell didn’t plan to tell her how much the footwear cost—over six figures, to be exact. The modest slit up the side of the dress made his eye race straight toward her breasts and then to her face. She didn’t reveal much skin. Nevertheless, Lex exuded a timeless essence and didn’t rely on plunging necklines. “Wow. You look—”

Lex’s gown cascaded to the floor as she walked. Beauty on high came at him at once. A transformation he didn’t expect. Blonde locks framed her face.
How did I refuse such bellezza earlier?

His mouth felt dry. Jaw open. Tongue twisted. He didn’t—

“Lost your voice, did ya, prince?”

“
Si,
you are beautiful.” He tried to swallow, hoping his awe didn’t seem obvious.

Bowing his head as Lex stepped off the last step, he smiled with affection at her. She reached up and adjusted his bowtie. Her cheeks flushed from the compliment.

Massimo’s excitement grew as she touched his shoulders and gave him a kiss on each cheek.

“Thank you for escorting me tonight,” she whispered in his ear while she slipped her arm through his. He noticed she glanced back at his ass.

“
Prego
.” He grabbed the door. “My pleasure,
principessa
.”

Alfa Romeos, Ferraris and other European sports cars lined the streets leading up to The Fashion Ball. A short distance from the mansion, his driver dropped them off at the red carpet check in. They stood in line with the royal security guards behind them.

He walked her over to get their place in line and they stood behind Giorgio Armani, tan as ever, with his elegant niece Roberta. Eva Duringer stepped in behind them with her husband Roberto Cavalli as they made pleasantries. He caught Lex from his side view. Her head spun around from excessive people watching.

“
Bella
, keep your head still and try not to look like a tourist.”

“I can’t help it.” Lex turned and faced him. “Why are we doing the red carpet anyway?” Lex whispered in his ear, hoping the surrounding designers didn’t hear her.

“Did you forget? I am the prince from Isola di Girasoli.” he said with chagrin. “I have to do this. People expect it. Clients want it and our industry has asked me to be here. It will be
buona pubblicità
for Easton and Girasoli.”

“
Good PR
for Easton? I didn’t give media strategies much thought.
Hmm
. Well you are Easton’s fabric supplier.” She reached for his hand. “I’d hate for the tabloids to make it we’re anything more—you know,” she lowered her voice, “my stud.” Her hand grazed his ass.

A
tap, tap, tap
on his butt.

Massimo’s bodyguard laughed and stepped back, affording them privacy.

“Quit spanking me in public.” He gripped her hand to prevent her from taking another swat at him. He didn’t need an erection when they stepped up in front of the cameras.

She continued in his ear. “I also don’t want the press to start writing articles on Girasoli acquiring Easton—false, false and false.”

But I do, my bella. And soon you will too.
Girasoli would be the number one fashion empire in the world within the year. “I do not know. I do not read the tabloids often.”

“Yeah, right, you’re the leading man in them nonstop.” She snickered. Lex covered her mouth as Massimo realized he’d been caught fibbing.

A security guard shouted out to the press box, and other personnel handed them a sheet with their names. “Presenting fashion designer Lex Easton from New York and Prince Massimo Tittoni of Isola di Girasoli.”

She froze.

“Lex, come.”

“Ah…um…as a rule I don’t get my picture taken. I let Easton speak for itself and—”

Massimo shushed her. Sad to capture fear in her eyes, he whispered reassuring compliments in her ear. Reminding Lex she’d be his responsibility tonight and to have fun. He enjoyed being in charge. Stepping ahead, he hoped she’d follow. He lowered his head to hear her when she caught up to him.

“I’ve read about The Fashion Ball for years. Studied the photos, but didn’t realize how many photographers there’d be.” She pointed to the press box from Korea, Singapore and Japan. “The world is watching.”

Flashbulbs snapped. A photographer whose press tags around his neck read “Berlin” shouted, “
Prinz
, over here.”

Lex waved as a photographer from Sydney shouted, “Over here, Miss Easton!” She hesitated.

Massimo didn’t anticipate the smart fashion designer to be camera shy. Regardless, Lex gained the media’s interest and she needed to work it. He placed his hand on the small of her back as they faced the press box from Russia, Kazakhstan and Mongolia. “
Bella
, these photos will propel your label. You wait and see.”

* * * * *

“Wow,” Lex glanced up at the Sistine Chapelesque ballroom ceilings. The two-tiered grand room with bi-level cocktail lounges was decorated with copper panels backed with bronze mirrors.

“Come on,
bella
.” He held her hand while she walked into the main room.

The space was reminiscent of an event Taddy and Vive had dragged her to last year. The dance area featured a glass floor, expansive enough to accommodate a thousand couples. Tables seating eight to ten guests on the outskirts surrounded the dancing. A forty-piece orchestra played on a stage. Each musician, decked in a black tuxedo, attended to their sheet music.

“Are you ready to have fun tonight?”
I need to blow off some fashion designer stress—let’s party.
The music played classical.
Errrr.

“
Sì
, with you. We are over there.” Massimo led her to their round table, marked with a framed place card inscribed “Tittoni” in calligraphy.

“Lex, this is my
nonna
, Queen Luciana.” Massimo motioned her in the direction to an elder.

The woman stuck out her hand for Lex to kiss it. She did as expected, pressing her lips against wrinkled, spotted skin. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Queen Luciana Tittoni.”

Her soft jowls moved as she mumbled, “Aren’t you pretty? Sit next to me, dear. My English is better than anyone in this room.” She patted the damask fabric cushion next to her. “My gems complement your beauty.” Queen Luciana didn’t glance at the jewelry. Instead she looked into Lex’s eyes. “I want to know more about you.”

When Lex sat next to Luciana as requested, patchouli and clove engulfed her.
I’m gonna yak.
She coughed to the side as the prince leaned over her shoulder.

“I should have warned you,
nonna
loves to layer on the
profumo
and the
conversazione
.” He squeezed her shoulder. “I am going to leave you here for a few. I must mingle with some colleagues. But I will be back to circulate you through the crowd.”

The queen mentioned the brilliance Lex wore was a gift from Constantino, a son to Sotirios Voulgaris from Bulgari Jewelry Empire, a bequest in celebration to honor the hundred year anniversary for the Via Condotti boutique. “It’s an estate necklace crafted in eighteen karat white gold embellished by over twelve hundred encircling diamonds. I haven’t seen it for years, but am happy it’s getting some use versus being locked up in Tittoni’s safe.”

She turned to get a fresh air inhale.

With a smile Jemma came up to her side.

Lex stood to extend her hand while whispering in Jemma’s ear, “I’m sorry about earlier today. I didn’t intend to spy on you. Please forgive me.”

Jemma nodded her head to say, okay. The queen’s presence made no room for ménage à trois chatter. “Darling, this is Europe. We kiss. No handshakes. Muah, Muah.” Jemma smooched Lex on both cheeks. “Massimo mentioned I’d work with you on our designs. I can’t wait.” Jemma sat between Luciana and her, pulling her back down to her chair with her hand to sit.

Surprised, Lex had expected Jemma to be mean to her or at least snide for the redesign. “You’re not upset we’re going to have to redo the garment samples?”

“Upset?” Jemma repeated. “Heavens, no. Girasoli is incomparable. We crave good designs. The prince intends for Girasoli Garment Company to be number one in the world for fashion textiles. If this collection doesn’t sell, we’ll miss our objectives.” She paused, stared at the queen, and then spoke in a low voice. “We can’t let competitors beat us, can we?”

“Jemma,
tranquillo
—bite your tongue,” Luciana shouted and slammed her fragile fist down next to the china, spilling the mineral water on the plush linens.

Startled, Lex turned in shock. Was she kidding? One look and she realized Luciana didn’t seem happy.

A server came over to wipe up the mess. Offering fresh glasses, he filled them with Prosecco.

Jemma continued, “The truth, Queen Luciana, is hard for us to swallow.” Jemma rolled her eyes, annoyed. “You and I both know we must get this new collection off the ground and beat
them
. They’re on to us, no?” Jemma lifted a bubble flute to her glossed lips and threw it back in two large gulps.

“Who are you speaking about—who’s they?” Lex asked.

“Donatella, my darlings, they are launching a competing line against yours.”

“
What
?” She sat back in her chair catching her breath. “Sorry,” she said, embarrassed she’d raised her voice. She was confident her eyebrows had flown off her face, landing on the table behind them. Did Lex hear right?

Luciana put her hand over Jemma’s arm. “My dear,” she whispered in a low voice, “China factories take Massimo’s clients. The private label and wholesale left in Milan is scooped up by Donatella. Massimo may acquire Donatella soon. He’ll do what’s right for Girasoli.”

Did stealing Easton’s shapewear brand concept become the right thing? If so, Lex didn’t blame him. The high stakes fashion industry remained cutthroat. Heck, Massimo assumed Lex was a “Mr.” until yesterday. She didn’t take it to heart but realized there’d be three on the market. First Easton followed by Girasoli and now Donatella spoke market saturation.

Lex thought back to Massimo’s offer to acquire Easton. Was this the right time to sell? “I’m excited to work with you tomorrow on the revisions, Jemma.” She glanced down at the dress. “And I hope you don’t mind what I did to your gown.”

“Mind? No. Valentino might, though.
This
is Eighties vintage created for socialite Nati Abascal.”

“I thought it felt couture,” she joked.

“It’s yours to keep now, my darling. I bought it at a charity auction thinking it’d show my cleavage. It didn’t. I love what you did with the train.”

“You do?”

“
Sì
, never occurred to make a cape, pretty regal, darling, no? You have a vision. Lots to learn from your American flare.” Luciana and Jemma both smiled with a sincere appreciation for Lex.

Guilt flooded her nerves over not telling the prince about the additional fabric treatment in Asia. She questioned if she should. If she gave in, she’d be handing him her entire empire.

A warm voice sounded in her ear. “
Bella
, you ready to do a walkabout?”

She stood, happy to be heading toward non-fragrant air. “Ladies, it’s been a pleasure,” she said, taking Massimo’s arm. The room had become packed with many more well dressed couples arriving in the short time she’d been sitting.

* * * * *

Lex held his hand. “I’m not great with names, mind going slow with introductions?”

“
Sì,
we will start in the back working our way to the front,” he directed. The room broke up into several design houses. To the right Massimo introduced the French, English and Italians.

Massimo switched from Italian to French. “
Bonjour
, I present
Mademoiselle
Lex Easton,” he announced, walking up to the first group. “Lex, this is
Monsieur
Christian Lacroix.” He then introduced her to the Germans, Russians and Turks. The pecking order was French at the top, followed by the Brits and so forth.