Barresi: Emily Trilogy: A New Orleans Mafia Romance

by Lux Miller

  He threads his other hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and pulls me forward so that our lips almost meet. In a throaty voice that’s laced with desire, Luca asks, “Emily, are you sure? Is this what you really want?”

  I nod and whimper, “God, yes, Luca. Just one thing…”

  Luca nods as I feel him line up the crown of his member against my opening. “Anything, Emily…”

  I swallow the lump in my throat and close my eyes tightly as I whisper, “Stop talking.”

  A feral noise rips out of his throat as I sink down onto his cock, my entire body tensing at the sudden intrusion. Both of his hands come to my hips, his fingertips digging roughly into me as he holds me in place, his dick fully sheathed inside of me. Every muscle in my body tenses, but especially those in my pussy. They clench tightly around him and he howls in my ear, nipping at the tender lobe with his teeth.

  Blinding pain sears through my very being as my body adjusts to being penetrated. It has been years since I’ve had sex with anyone and even then, Andre was half the man Luca is. I lean my head back, letting my hair cascade down over his wrist and forearm. After a minute or two of adjustment, I lift myself off of his lap and slide back down his length.

  He growls as his hand tightens in my hair. “Fucking hell, Emily… you’re so goddamned tight.”

  In response, I clench my muscles around him and he bucks up from the seat in response. I smirk and tug my hair free of his grasp. Leaning down over him, I hungrily thrust my tongue into his mouth, not even caring that it’s sloppy and smearing my makeup. He responds by picking up the pace underneath me, the slapping of skin echoing around us in the car’s backseat.

  Forcing one of his hands between our bodies, he continues his earlier attack on my clit, pressing his fingertips against the sensitive pleasure button with such fervor that I can already feel my orgasm building deep in my belly. My moans begin to increase in volume as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

  Finally, something inside of me snaps and I thrust my hands out, shoving them down the back of his shirt just enough for my fingernails to grab hold of his skin and pull. Luca continues to push himself deep inside of me, his grip painfully tight on my hips as he holds my body in place while his cock twitches inside of me.

  Time passes in slow motion as he face twists in pleasure. When he does finally relax, he lets go of me completely and runs both of his hands through his hair, a look of relieved surprise on his face. “Holy fucking shit…”

  I nod in agreement as I slowly raise myself off of his lap, a dull ache between my legs as I feel the fullness of his dick leave me. He stares down at his still-hard member, then over at me as I sit in the seat beside him. He shakes his head furiously. “Fuck, I only had one condom…”

  I chuckle softly from beside him, “Then go find your driver and have him take us somewhere to get more…”

  Luca shakes his head furiously. “Fuck that. Just because I have a driver doesn’t mean I can’t drive. Get up front. We’re going home…”

  I do as he says, well aware that he must have an incredible view of my bare ass as I crawl over the center console. He climbs over next, settling himself into the front seat. He hasn’t even bothered to pull his pants up, though he has discarded the used condom. Where, I have no idea. Nor do I particularly care at this moment.

  He cranks the car and puts it into drive, tearing out of the driveway and out onto the road. He’s driving like a man possessed and I’ve barely had time to fully register what has just happened. Did I really just fuck Luca Barresi in the backseat of his car? Dropping my hand between my legs, I wince at the slight soreness that greets me. Yeah, I think I did. I also think that if Luca has his way, I’m going to do it again as soon as we get home.

  Luca pulls onto the main highway and I glance over to see that his cock is still standing at attention, bobbing along with the bumps in the road. Shuddering softly, I can’t believe I just had that thing inside of my body. It’s enormous and thickly veined. There’s a slight curve to the right, but I certainly didn’t notice a difference when it was inside me. Not that I have anything of quality to compare it to anyway.

  I’m still staring at his impressive erection when his voice interrupts my thoughts. “It won’t bite, you know.” I glance up at his face and he gives me a slight smirk, keeping his eyes on the road as he speeds well above the speed limit.

  I nod slightly and ask, “How long until we get home?”

  He shrugs and glances at the clock on the dashboard. “About ten minutes. If you can’t wait that long, finger yourself and pretend it’s me. I want your pussy slick and ready for me when we get to the house.”

  I groan softly and do as he says, sliding one hand between my legs. He smirks and turns his gaze back to the road, but he slips one hand across the console. His hand disappears under my skirt and I crawl to my knees to give him better access as he inserts two fingers inside of me with a moan of his own. “God, I can’t wait to have my dick in there again.”

  I nod and lean my elbows onto the console as I gasp for air. He has shoved my own hand away and is relentlessly tickling my clit with his thumb while his two middle fingers disappear to the second joint inside of me. I bite down on my lip and clench around his digits as he continues to bring pleasure to my body.

  A wave of bravery washes over me and I lean further over the console and wrap my hand around the base of his cock, giving it a quick stroke. Without taking his eyes from the road or his hand from the steering wheel, he growls, “Woman… don’t tease me like that…”

  Smirking, I flick my tongue around the swollen head of his dick. Just as a needy moan pours from his lips, I capture his length between my lips and sink my mouth as far down his length as I can manage, the tip of his penis tickling the back of my throat. The car swerves across the road as he bellows a slew of profanity, bucking his hips up against my face.

  He speeds up his fingers inside of me as I slurp and swirl my tongue around his cock, sucking softly as I reach the crown before plunging back down along his shaft, my other hand keeping a tight hold around the base of him.

  This continues until I feel him twitching in my mouth. He yanks his hand back across the console and fists my hair around his hand, pushing and pulling my head at a rhythm that tells me he’s about to explode. Sure enough, less than a minute after he grabs hold of my head, hot ropes of cum assault the back of my mouth.

  He holds my face down into his crotch as the liquid heat slides down my throat. I swallow it down hungrily as I milk his length, slurping every drop like a starved animal. Breaking the suction of my lips around him with a sharp pop shatters the silence in the vehicle.

  He pushes the car into a drift as we swerve into the driveway. He cuts the engine to the car and stares at me with his mouth hanging open as I wipe the wetness from my mouth. Looking at him innocently, I shrug my shoulders. “What?”

  Luca shakes his head quickly as he undoes his seatbelt and yanks his pants back up. “I don’t want to know how you learned to do that, but goddamnit I want you to do it again.”

  He swings open his door and jumps out, then comes around to my side before I can even blink. He reaches in and tugs me out of the car, throwing me over his shoulder as he stumbles up the walk and inside the door. He barely acknowledges the greetings from the guards as he storms up the stairs, one arm looped over my thighs as I dangle over his shoulder precariously.

  He kicks his bedroom door open and slams it shut, then walks over to the bed and throws me into it. The look on his face is pure hunger. He makes short work of my costume, throwing pieces over his head, not caring where they land. Once he gets me completely naked, he stands over me and marvels at my body, his eyes raking over my flesh as he licks his lips.

  He hurriedly sheds his own clothes and my reaction is much the same to finally seeing his naked form. He’s beautiful, rivaling the marble statues of Ancient Greece and Rome. His chest is hard and hints of massive tattoos creep around from his back, tendril
s of ink snaking under his arms and over his shoulders. The intricate inkwork continues down both arms, stopping just above his wrists. A chiseled set of abs give way to a delectable “V” that merges into a thatch of ebony hair from which his massive erection juts.

  Growling, he climbs onto the bed, prowling across the covers until he’s hovering over top of me. He leans down and kisses me, quickly pulling his lips away from mine to explore my skin. The prickly hairs of a manicured beard tickle me as he makes his way down my body, laving his tongue over my nipples until they stand at attention in the cold air. He continues to kiss along the curves and valleys of my body until he hovers over my wetness.

  He inhales deeply and moans, “Finally. God, I have wanted to bury my face in your cunt to see if you taste as good as you did on my fingers…” Before I can begin to think of a response, he thrusts his tongue into my folds, lapping up the juices that have slicked my pussy in anticipation of his penetration.

  My eyes roll back into my head as he laves me hungrily, pushing two fingers inside of me to ply my body yet again. Just as I’m nearing the edge once again, I hear the rip of foil and seconds later, he’s crawling up my body, pressing himself against my entrance. He leans down to scrape his teeth against my neck and I thrust my hands into his hair, begging him, “Fuck me, Luca… fuck me until you can’t move anymore…”

  FIFTEEN

  I wake the next morning tangled in a heap of limbs and covers. Every muscle in my body aches and in my half-awake haze, I can’t remember why. Until the events of the night before assault my memory and I gasp softly. The heady smell of sex and expensive cologne surround me and it’s with the recognition of the sandalwood and citrus combination that I remember exactly what I did last night and with whom. I had mind-blowing sex for the first time in years… with Luca.

  Behind me, his voice interrupts my memories. “Good morning, Emily.”

  I turn my body in the direction from which the voice came and I realize that he has me protectively wrapped in the embrace of his arms. His body dwarfs mine as I cling to him like my life depends on it. He chuckles softly and kisses my forehead as his hand trails slowly up and down along my spine. “Did you sleep okay last night?”

  Nodding, I cast my eyes up to his. He looks concerned, but he also looks refreshed. Something I don’t think I’ve ever seen. It looks good on him to be well-rested. I smile softly and bring my hand up to his, stroking softly. “You’re not having second thoughts about what we did last night, are you?”

  Luca shakes his head quickly. “Hell no. That was the best sex of my fucking life. It was… incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten off that many times in one night. You… everything about you, is amazing.” He leans down over me and pecks my lips quickly. A sudden distance settles on his face and he sighs.

  “Emily, you have to go.”

  I nod, blushing softly. Sitting up, I grab the blanket that is tangled around our legs and pull it up to cover myself. “Oh… okay. I shouldn’t have stayed last night. I’m sorry. I should have known you don’t like to complicate matters with feelings and sleepovers. This is just sex…”

  Standing up off the bed, I’m almost disappointed when he looks away from me and sighs. “I wish it were that simple, Emily. But it isn’t. Nothing about this is simple. I’m not trying to kick you out of my bed. Trust me when I say that is the LAST thing I want to do.”

  Narrowing my eyes at him, I shake my head. “Sure sounded like that’s exactly what you’re doing.” I swallow hard, then drop the blanket, letting it puddle at my feet. Luca groans as his gaze greedily devours my nakedness. He shifts in the bed and it’s blatant that he's sporting morning wood through the thin sheet that covers his lap.

  “Emily, I don’t want you to leave, but you have to.”

  I gasp, his meaning dawning on me. “You don’t mean leave your room, do you?”

  He shakes his head sadly. “No, I mean leave… permanently.”

  My head feels fuzzy and light for a moment, and I walk back over to the bed and sit down. Looking up at him, I can see that he's anything but thrilled by this revelation. He scoots down the bed so he’s beside me and takes my face in his hands. “If I could think of any other way to protect you, I would. When I agreed to the contract, I thought you were just another dirty thief that did anything necessary to survive.”

  Shrugging, I relax just slightly at his touch, bringing my own hand up to his on my cheek. “I am, Luca. We’re two sides of the same coin. You just have wealth and power, whereas I have my dignity. At least, I did…”

  His face darkens as he steals a heated kiss. Shaking his head, he pulls back before I can. “You still have your dignity. That wasn’t some mercy fuck, Emily. I didn’t spare your life just so I could get in your panties, though I’ve imagined what it would be like to be inside you since the moment we met.”

  I tense as his words chill me. I sigh and stand up, scrubbing my hands over my face. “So you want me to leave? What about the contract? You still own me for a month and a half.”

  He jumps up too, tugging me against him hard. “Emily, don’t put words in my mouth. I told you I don’t want you to leave. What I want is for you to HAVE a life. Fettered to me under lock and key is not a life I would wish on anyone.”

  Raising my voice, I lash out at him, “Then why did you draw up the stupid contract to begin with? I didn’t do a damn thing to help your reputation. If anything, I fucked it up worse. And fettered to ANYONE would have been better than the other option you gave me… or have you forgotten that you waved the gun in my face and threatened to SHOOT me?”

  Luca growls and lifts me off the floor effortlessly, yanking my legs around his waist. I lean back from him, but he’s too strong for me. He cages me against his body with his muscled arms and captures my lips with his. Part of me wants to bite him, but the other part of me can’t ignore the magnetic pull between us. I groan into the kiss, feeling wetness begin to spread from my pussy again.

  He tosses me onto the bed and pushes between my legs, continuing the possessive kiss as he leans down over me. I can feel his erection pushing against my thigh as his tongue invades my mouth and renders me dumb.

  Just as I resign myself to being fucked by Luca Barresi again, he rips his body away from mine, turning around and letting out a feral yell. He paces back and forth in front of me, muttering, “No, no, no, no…”

  I sit up and watch him as his impressive package bobs as he paces. I lick my lips, suddenly wanting him in my mouth again. I slide down off the bed onto my knees and he jumps back away from me like I’ve bitten him. “Emily, please… don’t…”

  Pouting, I stand up, wagging a finger at him. “What the fuck, Luca? Do you NOT want to fuck me senseless again?”

  He groans and stomps over to his dresser, tugging on what has to be the tiniest pair of underwear I’ve ever seen a man wear. Covering up his erection does nothing to deter my aching want of it. He puts his hand up as I start to approach him.

  “God, it’s all I want to do. But there are things about me you still don’t know. Terrible things. Unforgivable things. And the minute you find out who I really am, you will high-tail it out of New Orleans faster than a Nascar driver. I assure you, you do NOT want to get involved with me. This…” He flicks his index finger back and forth between us. “...this wasn’t supposed to happen.”

  I cross my arms over my chest, disregarding my nakedness as I eye him. “So you regret it, then? Was I a lousy fuck? Is that the problem?”

  Luca sighs, shaking his head. “God, no. That was the best sex I’ve ever had… Your pussy is the most goddamn amazing thing I’ve ever tasted and it’s even better when it’s clamped around my dick like a vice. But we’re supposed to fake it, not get involved. Sex like that is involved. It’s too real. Real complicates things. I’m telling you, you don’t want this…”

  I’m offended at his sudden one-eighty on us being physical, but there’s a more pressing question lingering in my mind. “How am I supposed to
leave? You said yourself the contract is iron-clad. You may not, but I value my life. It’s not like I can just waltz out of New Orleans. Your men would hunt me down and make an example out of me. I’ve seen the kind of men you employ. I don’t want to become their plaything… or their target practice.”

  Luca flinches, his expression stricken. He closes his eyes and inhales a deep breath before slowly letting it out through his nose. He sets his mouth in a thin line, then replies carefully, “My men talk a lot of shit, but they are saints compared to me. The day I die, the devil himself will come to claim my soul.”

  He stops and does something that makes my heart catch in my throat. He performs the sign of the cross, then sighs. “Emily, I’m giving you an out. Gather up the clothes Royce made for you and get the hell out. I’ll deal with my father and the contract.”

  Before I can argue, he shakes his head. ”If you value your life like you claim to, leave while you still can. I’ll provide the cash as promised. ”