Alessa clicked her tongue, pointedly fished his phone from his pocket to set it beside him, and pressed his back into the sofa as she sank to her knees. “Sorry, sir. You really need to make at least one phone call…” She offered him a sultry smile and went to work on his belt. “As your queen, I would advise, in the current situation, it would be smart to request some extra manpower that can both be trusted and double as temporary leadership. I believe that sort of situation is the true purpose of an allegiance?” She pulled his cock free from his slacks and boxers as she spoke, then trailed her fingers up his length.
Rocco groaned. “Fine, I’ll make one more call. On two conditions.” He tangled a hand in her hair, pulling it taut enough to sting in the best way. “First, I want you swallowing my dick nice and deep like I know you can, but don’t suck me dry until I’m done. I plan to come all over those gorgeous tits of yours. And second, you promise to trust me.”
She was one hundred percent sure that second condition was a trap, but her brain had become too fogged with lust to figure out how. So she nodded. “Whatever you say, sir.” Sheslipped her fingers beneath his partially untucked shirt. “Let me help you relax.”
He snorted, grinned, and moved his hand to support her jaw. “We’ll get to that part eventually, too. Now, be a good girl and open wide for me.”
She licked her lips and did as he asked, slipping her tongue out over her bottom teeth in the process. With her eyes, she attempted to nod to the phone.
He guided his cock over her tongue, teasing both of them for a moment before tilting his hips and rolling forward. Her hands flew to his waist as his girth filled her mouth and in seconds he was pushing against the back of her throat once more. No matter how many times she sucked him off, she always had a split-second of panic thinking he would just end up choking her with his size. Then she adjusted, as always, and swallowed him deeper.
Her eyes watered and her tongue writhed against the underside of his cock.
Rocco let out a low groan of pleasure and buried his hand again in her hair. “You really give the best fucking blowjobs. Fuck.” He dragged in a deep breath. “Better make this call quick.”
She moved her hands up until she could feel his skin again and let herself work him, just a bit. He’d asked her to draw it out, and she didn’t know how long his conversation with Dante would need to be.
She tried very hard not to think about the fact that this would make the second time she’d been doing somethingsexual, and therefore highly inappropriate, with her boss on the phone.
Rocco put the call on speaker again, of course. And he wore a smug-as-shit grin on his face when the voice that answered was not one Alessa immediately recognized. “It’s me,” he said to whoever the hell he’d called, never breaking eye-contact with her. “Get the jet fueled and prepped. Alessa and I are flying out to Newark tomorrow. And make reservations for the crew for the entire weekend, I don’t plan on being home before Monday.”
Her brows shot up her forehead. On reflex, she pulled backward.
He tightened his grip of her hair and rocked his hips forward, keeping her well attached to his cock.
“Understood, sir.” There was a distinct pause. “And … will Ms. Adimari be returning?” The more he spoke, the more he did sound kind of familiar.
Rocco stroked a thumb across her cheek. “Yes, Ugo.” He paused for just a beat to draw a breath. “I expect I’ll be bringing back some very good news, on both fronts.”
“I look forward to it, sir. Please don’t worry about anything here. For just a few days, we shouldn’t have anything to worry about.”
“Make sure that paperwork on the rehabilitation facility doesn’t get dropped while I’m away,” Rocco said. “I want to depart in the evening, so we can arrive in Newark early. Arrange it with the pilot and text me the details.”
“Consider it done.”
The line clicked and Rocco shoved the phone away before plunging his free hand into her hair opposite his other. He spread his legs a bit wider, eased back, and pushed into her again. “Fuck, you’re so sexy on your knees for me. Suck my dick now, beautiful. Bring me to the edge so I can bathe you in my cum again.”
The questions that had built in her mind, the almost awkward awareness, disappeared under the onslaught of his dirty words and the physical sensation of his movements. Her body ached for him in other places—places she knew he wouldn’t give her until she did what he was asking here. So she curled her nails against his skin and complied, hollowing her cheeks at intervals and swallowing around the length of him.
He groaned again, the sound thicker than before, and suddenly pulled out of her mouth altogether. A wet smacking sound filled the air as he pumped himself only twice, his other hand curling around her throat in order to keep her head tilted up, and then his release shot free and all over her face and chest. Just as he’d promised.
And damn him if she didn’t want to immediately climb onto his lap, work him into another frenzy, and this time swallow it inside.
Alessa licked her lips, catching a bit of his salty tang in the process, and held his hooded stare as she swallowed it down. “You do like making a mess of me, don’t you, sir?”
His grin returned. “It’s the only kind of mess I like seeing you in, my queen. Make no mistake about that.”
She drew an unsteady breath. “That … wasn’t the call I thought you were going to make.”
“I know. But when asking a man to lend his soldiers to another for war, in person is better.”
Alessa pushed to her feet and reached for the zipper on her skirt. “Is that your only reason? You remember I’m not supposed to return to Newark until the weekafter, right?”
Rocco’s gaze dropped to follow her hands. “It is not the only reason. I also want to meet your parents.” He stood as her skirt hit the floor and curled his fingers again around her throat, this time loosely. “As for whom you work for … we’ll talk about that in a day or three. But let’s just say, I no longer agree.” Then he swept a thumb up, wiping his cum from her cheek, and pushed it past her lips.
Chapter twenty
Meeting the Family