17. Mae

17

MAE

I t was like a switch had flipped and Rocco's eyes grew so dark they almost lost their color. "Is that who you are meeting?"

"So what if it was?" I jutted my chin out slightly. "Who I spend my time with is no concern of yours after you ditched me."

Rocco stood abruptly, causing the glasses on the table to jump. I flinched involuntarily at the noise and my heart began to pound as Rocco stalked toward me like I was a piece of raw meat and he the ravenous lion.

"It concerns me," Rocco said firmly. "Because I know what you deserve."

"And I don't?" It took all my strength to keep my voice steady. Rocco stopped a half-inch away from me, and his oceanic, fruity scent swept into my lungs. It was like some kind of drug. Just one taste and my body was lit on fire.

"No," Rocco said darkly. "You don't. You make snap judgments when you don't have all the information. "

"That's so stupid," I snapped. "I can only judge on the information I have, and given the fact that you left me, it gives me all the information I need."

It took all my strength to take one step back. I was suddenly hyper aware that we were in a restaurant, and my poor hostess had been waiting all this time.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a dinner to attend and…" I turned away, trying to come up with an on the spot plan to make sure I didn't sit here all night by myself, but when I turned away from Rocco, my heart stopped.

The entire restaurant was empty. I hadn't even noticed the fading noise of conversation during my discussion with Rocco, but the place was completely void of anyone. All the people I'd glanced at on my way over here were just… gone.

"Did you forget who owns this restaurant?" Rocco stepped up behind me, a solid, heated line of muscle pressing against my back. His arm came around my waist, and he pressed his palm flat against my abdomen. His lips caressed the shell of my ear while he spoke, and my nerves jumped sharply as if I'd just been shocked by his contact.

I had to resist. I was better than this. Better than him.

And yet my knees were weak. My heart was pounding up into my throat, and at the same time, I could feel the rapid jump of my heart down in my core. Could he feel the Spanx just below the fabric of my dress?

"Did you forget who owns everything in this town?" Rocco asked in a low voice that vibrated through me like the thrum of a string.

"You don't own me," I gasped.

"No," Rocco replied, and his palm slid down my body, then he suddenly grasped my mound through my dress and used that grip to pull me firmly back against him. "No one could own you. "

I gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot through my core and my grip on my purse failed. It clattered to the ground as I gripped his thick arm.

"But," Rocco continued, "the gift of a taste is more than any man is worth."

I shouldn't want this. Rocco was a dangerous man in a dangerous world. I'd kissed his friends. He was Zack's father, and this would get so fucking complicated so quickly. Logic screamed at me to push him away, grab my purse, and get out of there.

That was overridden by the realization that he cleared out the entire restaurant so he could have me to himself. He did it so subtly, I never noticed a thing.

"Rocco!" I gasped, and his grip on my mound became firmer. He pressed my dress right between my legs and even lifted me up half an inch so I was balanced on my toes.

"Just a taste," Rocco groaned. He dragged his lips down to the side of my neck, and I was powerless to resist. My head fell to the side, exposing the length of my throat to his wandering lips, and a strong pulse of desire swept through my core. My muscles clenched so hard with need, it was almost painful.

I wanted him.

I wanted him so fucking badly.

So, I gave in.

I turned in his arms, and our mouths clashed together like a crack of thunder. Instantly, I was jerked back to our first night together, where the passion was all-consuming, and in just a few seconds, it was reignited.

He wound both arms around my body and lifted me upward while we kissed desperately. I slid my hands into his thick, dark hair, pulling just to remind him that I was capable. Spinning me around, he shifted one arm to sweep across his table, and the silence of the room was shattered by the sound of falling plates and shattering glass.

Rocco threw me onto the table, knocking the breath from me upon impact. I had one glance to notice Dino and Jian stepping away through the door to the kitchen, but I didn't miss the hunger in their eyes. Later, I'd be disappointed that they left.

Then Rocco was on me, and his mouth claimed mine in a desperate, biting kiss that flared heat like a wave down my body. He slotted perfectly between my legs and then caught my wandering hands. Both my wrists were held in one palm as he pinned me down to the table. My heart raced so loudly, I was certain he could feel it as he dragged his other hand over my breasts and down my ribs.

"Fuck," I gasped, completely lost in the moment. The way he pinned my hands above my head and kept my hips pressed to the table by his own forced my torso up into an arch. He used that to his advantage and kissed down my throat. His teeth grazed over my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, then his tongue dipped into the hollow at my throat, down to where my dress clung to my small breasts. His tongue left a damp path across my skin. Then his teeth snagged the front of my dress, and his hand slid up to grope and squeeze my breast. Pleasure shot through me, and as he pulled my dress down, exposing my bare breasts, my nipples hardened immediately.

"That's my girl," Rocco groaned out in a voice so raspy that it almost didn't sound like his own. I glanced down at him, then I threw my head back against the table as he took a nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the nub. Just as pleasure jolted through me, he sank his teeth into my flesh and mingled a flash of unexpected pain. My core clenched, causing my thighs to tighten around his hips of their own accord.

"Fucking—ow!" I gasped out, pushing against the restraint he had on my wrists .

Rocco bit down hard on my nipple, then he pulled back and kept griping until the elasticity of my body forced my flesh to slip from his teeth. Then he kissed me again, and I quickly got my revenge by sinking my teeth hard into his lower lip. He yelped in pain, another sound that sent a sharp, sweeping rush of arousal through my body.

"Just as feisty as I remembered," Rocco growled as he pulled back. His hips rolled hard into mine, and the thick ridge of his hardness was immediately at the forefront of my mind.

"You're just as demanding as I remember," I gasped. He kissed me hard, tightened his grip around my wrist, and then slid his hand under my dress.

That was when everything paused.

Rocco leaned up, and a sudden rush of nerves tightened in my gut as his fingers traced the edge of my Spanx. There was a flicker of confusion across his brow.

Had I ruined it? Had I ruined it because I needed extra help to look this good in a dress?

"Spanx?" Rocco asked after a moment.

I panted up at him, my cheeks flaring red hot. "I had a baby, remember?" I said sharply. "Nothing is the same."

"Mae…" Rocco suddenly leaned back down and claimed my lips once more, only this kiss was a tad gentler than the others. "You shouldn't hide yourself away like this."

"Easy for you to say," I snapped when the kiss broke. "Have you any idea what sags after pregnancy? My tits aren't the?—"

"Your tits are fucking perfect." To emphasize his point, Rocco's mouth landed on my breasts once more and he sucked hard on one nipple. The surge of pleasure forced me to arch further off the table, and I cried out. Both of Rocco's hands moved to my Spanx, and in an erotic show of strength, he pulled them off in one smooth move .

My thighs and lower stomach flared hot from the sudden rough removal, but I didn't have a chance to be irritated because Rocco pushed my dress up to my waist and kissed along each stretch mark that decorated my belly.

I almost wanted to push him off. Unresolved pain about how ugly I felt with those marks flooded my chest like static, and I almost gave in until Rocco dipped between my thighs and pressed his mouth firmly against my soaked pussy.

All thoughts fled my mind as his tongue pressed flat against my core and licked through my folds. I collapsed back onto the table with a loud moan, forgetting everything and anything that wasn't his talented mouth.

He was so much better than my toy.

"Holy shit!"

My entire body was on fire. My chest was tight, my heart pounded down in my core, and sweat gleamed across my skin while I sank my fingers into Rocco's hair and held on. His tongue and lips didn't stop. Between the desperate, fast flicks of his tongue, the flat licks and sucking of my clit, combined with the tantalizing rough strokes of his beard against my thighs, I was hopeless. My orgasm was clawing at my insides, desperate for release as if I hadn't come in years.

"Holy shit," I gasped, arching my torso off the table and anchoring myself with one hand in the tablecloth. "Holy shit. Holy shit!"

Rocco wound both hands around my thighs and gripped me tightly as if he couldn't get enough of me, as if the very notion of being parted from my pussy was something he couldn't stand. His tongue dipped inside me, he sucked over my clit, and when he turned his tongue into a point and rapidly flicked it over my clit, I was gone.

My climax exploded through me like a rocket, and I convulsed onto the table with a scream. Every nerve lit up like I'd been dipped in lava, and my muscles tightened so fiercely that I couldn't breathe through the first rapid clenches of my pussy.

That was the most intense orgasm I'd had in years.

And Rocco wasn't finished.

Just as I collapsed, panting, back onto the table, he was over me with a hungry look in his eyes. Then one hand slid around my throat and gripped lightly, causing my eyes to widen. Each rapid breath I needed felt like a sudden gift as the light pressure of his palm served as a reminder that he could end that at any moment.

Then, the fat, soft head of his swollen cock dragged through my tingling pussy.

"I'm going to fuck you, Mae," Rocco said, and his voice was so deep it was more like a vibration than anything else. The gold lights above created an almost halo-like glow around his head, and his beard glistened with my juices.

"Do it," I begged. "Fuck me like you own me!"

Rocco's cock plunged hard into my pussy with one powerful move. I jerked upward with a scream, and there was a flash of pain through my core from being stretched so wide so quickly.

It faded almost instantly. Both of Rocco's hands cupped the sides of my neck. His thumbs ran along my jaw, and he cradled my face as he started to fuck me without hesitation. His thrusts were slow but powerful, each one like a punch that forced the air right out of me. My heart pounded so hard, I couldn't tell where it was in my body. I looped my hands around his forearms and maintained eye contact as he fucked into me slow and hard.

"Fuck," Rocco growled. "You fit me like a fucking glove. It's like you're sucking me in, like you don't want me to leave. Is that what you want, carissima ? You want to keep my cock inside you always? "

"Yes," I gasped out, and my voice was terribly ragged even to my own ears. "Please, please!"

He fucked me so deep it was like his cock was reaching just beneath my ribs. It was an incredible sensation, and he was right. I wanted him deep and constant, like he'd unlocked some sort of hunger inside me. Rocco pressed our foreheads together and his lips parted, panting in time to me.

We shared air, we shared eye contact, and his powerful thrusts caused the table to creak and groan. Each powerful, punching thrust inside me jerked a moan of pleasure right from my lips. I was filled so full, so deliciously cared for, and I wanted more.

I never wanted it to stop.

Gradually, the pace of his thrusts increased and he began to fuck me faster and harder. The loud slap of slick skin filled the air, our breathing became one, and neither of us looked away. He fucked me like a man possessed, and I hung on for dear life. My second orgasm built rapidly, a ball of heat deep in my core that expanded with each powerful thrust.

"Rocco," I gasped, sliding my hands to his shoulders and gripping on with all my strength. "I can't… I'm gonna?—"

"Yes," Rocco growled. He surged forward and kissed me in time to a particularly deep thrust. I came with a scream that he swallowed down with his tongue in my mouth. His arms encircled me, and he cradled me to his chest as I spasmed and writhed in his arms, completely lost to the power of my climax.

He came inside me several hard thrusts later, holding me in place while he packed his cum as deep as he could reach.

I was floating, every nerve twitching and sparking from the lingering tingles of ecstasy.

I… was still so very much in love.