Good Girl Gone Bad

by Falcone, Carmen

  As retaliation, she took him into her mouth with intent. She played with his hard, tingly balls as she sucked him up and down, her tongue fetching the little drops of pre-cum that spilled from his tip. “If you keep going like this, I won’t last long,” he said, coming out from between her legs a second.

  She responded by claiming his dick completely, taking him in and out of her mouth, teasing him like the little minx she was. He intensified the flicks on her clit, sucking her deep like he wanted a part of her to enter him and never leave. “Oh. I’m, I’m coming…” she said, and he inserted a finger in her butt as she shook under him, calling his name before taking him back in her mouth and sucking him hard.

  Strands of pleasure built in his core, brewed at the pit of his stomach, and made their way down a lot quicker than he would have wanted. He let out a groan or two. With one hand, she held his cock so she could deep throat him and suck all she could handle. He never expected to fully fit in a woman’s mouth, but fuck, she was really trying. With the other hand, she gave his achy balls one last squeeze, then her palm slid down his thigh. She picked up the pace, and he felt a part of him throbbing against her throat. To make matters worse, or in this case better, she stroked his inner thigh, a place she had never attempted to play with before. Was she—

  “Yes,” he hissed out as she inserted two fingers into his hole, and soon his words broke in his throat. Coming undone, he exploded inside her mouth, strong, warm, and utterly defeated.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lily didn’t know how long she’d waited for her breathing to ease down. She looked at the ceiling, with Marco next to her. They’d both come in each other’s mouths, and an immense satisfaction filled her.

  “So you have a couple of tricks of your own,” he said, breaking the soothing silence.

  She slanted her face in his direction. “Was it wrong?” She’d read in an old sex article in a magazine about how women drove men crazy in a certain area of their anatomy. She’d never been bold enough to try it before she met Marco.

  He stroked her cheek, and she leaned into his caress. “You’re one of a kind, Lily. If me exploding in your mouth wasn’t enough of an answer, I don’t know what else to say.”

  She had to smile. “Good.”

  She kissed the back of his hand, and her clit throbbed, warning her it was ready for more fun. Encouraged, she took one of his fingers into her mouth and sucked it, nibbled on it, brought it into her mouth just like she had with his gorgeous cock.

  “You’re a natural born cocksucker. How did I get so lucky?”

  She drove his finger, glistening with her saliva, down her body, then placed it on her hardening nipple. “You bring out the worst in me.”

  “I say the same thing,” he said, then lunged on top of her, overwhelming her with his large frame. She arched toward him, needing his warm form to envelop her. He sucked on her breast while his hand cupped the other, pinching her nipple. She linked her legs around his torso, so happy in latching onto him.

  He alternated tits, and she murmured his name countless times, like the entrancing lyric of a song. She clenched her legs tighter around him, already needing him inside her badly. “Marco, please.” Her pussy throbbed for him.

  She slid her hand down and fisted his rod, reveling in how hard it already was and earning a growl from him. Her eagerness had the opposite effect, for he disengaged from her. She eyed him with disappointment, about to protest, when a devilish grin spread across his face.

  “Turn around and get on all fours for me.”

  She gathered whatever strength she had left in her and obeyed his demand, her palms and toes on the mattress. He grabbed the dildo she’d put on the nightstand, and also the small bottle of lube. She watched him bring them close and put them next to him. He positioned himself behind her ass, and she looked down at the pillow, in a mix of excitement and apprehension. What if she sucked at this? She’d done so well tonight bringing new things to the table—her table, anyway. She doubted there was much she could do to him he hadn’t done before. But she refused to overanalyze it.

  She heard him open the bottle and squirt some liquid in his hand. Soon, he massaged the area between her cheeks, splitting them apart as his finger spread the lube. What she hadn’t counted on was the lube warming her skin and awakening her nerve endings. A world of sensations opened itself to her, and she swayed, aroused.

  He splayed his hand on her lower back, steadying her. His touch staked a claim, his hand strong and powerful. She enjoyed the sensation of him taking charge more than words could describe. He spread her thighs with his leg and started to play with her sex.

  She gasped, loving him teasing her walls, her skin down there still sensitized after the orgasm, after he had eaten her like she was an exquisite dish for a starving man. She felt something playing with her entrance, the tip teasing her clit.

  The dildo. The texture was different than his, a tad rougher.

  “Relax, tesoro. You’ll enjoy this, I promise. I’m going to play with your pussy and penetrate you with this. Then, when you’re about to burst from pleasure, I’ll fuck your ass until we’re both spent.”

  She looked over her shoulder and saw his eyes darkening to a matte black. He’d never looked so intense and hot. “I trust you. Fuck my ass, Big Daddy,” she said, calling the nickname she probably would never use again, but it made sense for their crazy role play game.

  “Is your ass ready?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll make it mine. Thanks for saving it for me,” he said, and began working her with the dildo. She bucked backward, her limbs almost bending from the delightful frisson traveling through her.

  “Feels so good. Not as good as you, but I like it because you’re the one doing it.”

  He thrust the dildo in and out of her, and she choked out her moans. At some point, she felt like an animal, a primal being outside her body. All the emotions assailed her, fogging her mind so the only thing in it, the only thing that made sense, was him.

  “Oh, yes. Yes. I’m getting so close already,” she said.

  “Me, too. I need to come inside of you, baby. I need to feel you.”

  “Come inside me. Please. I need you in me.”

  He poked her entrance with the tip of his cock, also using his finger to stretch her, like he had when he’d used the butt plug. Maybe to distract her, he pumped his dildo in and out of her with a crazy rhythm. Pleasure fogged her brain, and she quivered, the climax drilling her from top to bottom.

  He advanced the stake of his claim, his cock entering her tight channel. She convulsed, her pussy nearly destroyed, but he didn’t stop ramming it with the dildo. “Marco… Marco… This is too much… I’m about to die.”

  “No, baby. You’re going to keep coming.”

  She mellowed. She turned around to see him and found him sweaty, smiling victoriously, his cock halfway into her. Fuck, he was having the time of his life. “Come all the way, babe.”

  “Oh, yes,” he said, and thrust his dick inside her. She gasped, trying to get used to his girth and size. It had taken her pussy a while to get used to him—she barely had been able to fit him completely when she’d deep throated him, so now she clung onto the pleasure he gave her, teasing her pussy, and relaxed her hips so he could impale her ass.

  “I never… I never did this without a condom before. I can’t wait to fill your sweet ass with my cum and see it drip from your thighs.”

  His dirty talking pushed her over the brink, and she let go again, riding that damn dildo relentlessly until it hit a spot inside her and she screamed his name. Her world shattered into countless pieces, and she had not an ounce of energy left in her. She dropped her hands down. Her face, drenched in sweat, hit the softness of the pillows.

  He removed his hand from her, taking away the sticky vibrator. He perched his hands on her sides. As her last conscious act, she rocked her hips into him, locking him deep inside her, giving him the go-ahead for continuing the search for his
own apex.

  He retreated from her only to return again, so deeply that her head moved. Soon, his thrusts quickened, and she heard his breath heaving, her brain still barely able to assimilate much beyond the amazing climax she’d just experienced. When he released himself into her, he produced a manly, coarse sound that prickled her skin.

  He filled her hole with his warm seed until he eased off of her and dropped to her side.

  A silence stretched between them. They glanced at each other, and she had to swallow to keep from shouting the words begging for a release of their own.

  “How are you doing?” he asked.

  “Blissfully exhausted. You?”

  “Satisfied like never before.” He scooted closer and kissed her forehead. “You’re amazing, Lily. I’ll never forget…tonight.”

  She snuggled up to him, and he held her, planting gentle kisses on her shoulder. “Neither will I.”

  …

  The next three days, they decided to hang out by the pool and spend time with his grandmother in the afternoons. After five exquisite nights, they had only one more day in Italy before heading back to the States. Marco’s heart did a silly flip whenever Lily looked at him, the memories of the previous night still burning in his mind.

  Even now, as she talked to his grandmother over tea and biscuits on the outdoor terrace, he had difficulty shoving the images away. Lily was always so responsive, so vibrant, scorching in his hands.

  “Marco. Marco,” his grandmother called him.

  He blinked. “Yes?”

  “Get the bag behind you, please,” she said, pointing at the gift bag on the chair next to him. She’d appeared downstairs carrying it, and he’d assumed she brought a gift to Lily.

  He’d been right. Nonna took it from him, glanced at the bag lovingly, then with a sigh, handed it to Lily.

  “I want you to have it,” she said.

  “Thank you, but you didn’t have to get me anything,” Lily said, removing the tissue paper. When she produced a velvet box, her eyes widened. She opened it to find a glorious necklace filled with diamonds and peppered with emeralds.

  Marco’s throat thickened. He recognized the lavish jewelry, despite not seeing it for many years.

  “This belonged to my daughter. Since you’re marrying my grandson, I’d like for you to have it,” Nonna said.

  Lily parted her lips, but hesitated. She petted the necklace, her fingers tracing the diamonds that sparkled in response. Quickly, she closed the box. “I–I can’t take it. I mean, I’m flattered you’re giving it to me, but it’s too big of a gift. It should stay in the family.”

  “You will. You’re joining the family, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then what’s keeping you from accepting?”

  Lily glanced at him, the look in her eyes a plea for him to try to change his grandmother’s mind. “It’s so beautiful.”

  “She’ll take it,” Marco said, covering her hand with his.

  “Thank you very much,” Lily said at last. “I never had something so special.”

  His heart shrank to the size of a pebble. God, what was she saying? She should be showered with the most exotic jewelry. By him.

  “My daughter would have loved you, Lily. You’re so open and kind. I’m thankful my grandson has found you.”

  A rolling sensation unsettled his stomach. He loved his nonna and appreciated her positivity. The mother he remembered had a hard time connecting with him, let alone someone he brought for her to meet. Growing up, he never had playdates with boys his age, always hanging with Nico and his friends. His father could have interfered, could have been more present, but had cowardly chosen not to. He thinned his lips to keep from saying anything.

  A tear rolled down Lily’s cheek, and she wiped it with the back of her hand. “Me, too,” she said hoarsely, as if the words got trapped in her throat.

  “If you’ll excuse me, the excitement of the festivities is making me tired. Thank you for the chat,” his grandmother said, gesturing for her nurse, who rushed to assist her and take her to her room.

  Lily clasped her hands together. “Wow.”

  “What?”

  “Can’t you see the irony? Your grandma wants me to have this so she’ll keep the necklace in the family. And the whole reason I came here was that I wanted to keep the salon in my family. We have something in common.”

  “Yes.”

  She flashed him an apologetic smile. “Listen, she’s being amazingly generous, but I won’t keep this. I’ll give it to you. She’ll think I kept it, and you can do whatever you want with it. Maybe sell it and donate the money to a worthy cause. This necklace is worth a lot. It could change the life of some homeless folks.”

  “Why are you so selfless?” he asked. Couldn’t she just accept the gift?

  “Ugh, I’m not Mother Teresa.”

  “No, but compared to some of the people I know, you’re the next best thing,” he said, then he rose to his feet, needing to move around to clear his head.

  “Is this about your mother?”

  He pinched the bridge of his nose. “How do you know?”

  “You seemed uneasy when your grandmother mentioned her.”

  He waved her off then turned around to face the lake. “My mother was sick. It wasn’t her fault,” he said.

  Lily wasn’t going to let him off so easily. She neared him until they stood side by side, staring at his profile. “I understand. A lot of people are sick these days.”

  He swallowed the bile in the back of his throat. He locked his spine, already regretting what he was about to say. What good was it to hide it at this point? The trip brought up his past in more ways than one, and Lily sensed his reactions even when he tried so hard to hide them. She’d earned the right to know.

  “Her death was my fault.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He looked at her. God. She’d hate him when she found out the truth. “When my mother died…”

  She placed her hand over his. “You were there. I know. It’s okay.”

  Marco jerked away from her, his blood pressure spiking. Surprise shook him. How much did she know? “Who told you?”

  Apparently unfazed, Lily didn’t move an inch. She gave him a once-over and straightened her shoulders. “Your cousin,” she said softly, almost as if she wished she didn’t have to reveal it to him.

  He didn’t need to ask which one. He thrust his fingers into his hair, wishing for an instant Arietta were a male. “Well, you won’t think it’s okay when I finish telling you the truth. You’ll want to break the deal, or you’ll hate me.”

  “Don’t you think I can make that decision by myself?”

  “My mother is dead…and I killed her,” he said the words evenly, remembering the pain in his father’s eyes the moment he came home and found the blood soaking the carpet. Marco’s heart raced, just like his legs had when his father had shouted, several times. He’d gone to find his nanny for some comfort.

  He doubted after tonight Lily would be interested in comforting him—sexually or otherwise.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “What?” she asked, crossing her arms like a chilly wind had slapped her in the face. Might as well have. She shook her head, registering what she’d heard. “How did it happen?”

  “My birth triggered her disease. My father always resented me for it, and you know some of the story. Before her death, she was having a hard time again. She’d been between medicines. Some of them made her very groggy. She slept a lot during the day and stayed up at night. Sometimes, Nico and I didn’t see her for days.”

  He massaged his temples quickly, like he wanted to will away a migraine. “I blamed her. I couldn’t connect with her, even though I wanted to, so much. Whenever I wished I had a normal mother, I felt guilty for even thinking that way.”

  She stretched out her hand to touch his, but he moved a couple of feet away from her. Sadness at what he’d experienced blended with a building frustration. Ho
w come his father had encouraged that crazy train of thought, possibly even instilled it in him? “You were just a kid.”

  “When she found the gun from my father’s collection, I saw her walking around with it. I called her, and she came into my room.”

  The look he gave her was pure torture. Her spine stiffened, and her breath caught in her dry throat. “What did you do?”

  His hands curled into fists. She didn’t try to hold him, just listened, motionless. “Nothing. I could have run and told someone. I could have screamed. I could even have convinced her not to pull that trigger. But I watched her, without saying a word. She stared at me quietly, the haunted look in her eyes so raw. Maybe she found it easier to do it there, right in front of me. She killed herself, and I was her accomplice.”

  “Did you freeze?” she managed to ask in a steady voice. The heartbreak behind his words made complete sense. Her chest clutched, and she had to smooth her hands on her dress to keep from reaching out to him again. Damn it.

  “Yes. In a way, that part of me is still frozen. It’s better this way. When I tried to unfreeze it once, didn’t work out too well.”

  “Is that why your fiancée ended the engagement?”

  “I told her what happened, and she couldn’t handle it. I understand. It’s not as if, were we to have kids, we would have a warm grandfather on my side.”

  She shook her head, wishing, for the first time in her life, to bitch-slap someone. “She was a superficial idiot.”

  “She wasn’t ready to handle a guy like me. She was nice. And sweet…much like you.”

  Anger welled up inside. Anger at his father, at his past circumstances…and anger at the woman who didn’t see through him. “Don’t you dare compare me to someone who runs when the going gets tough,” she said, enunciated each word carefully to make sure he heard them.