It was impossible to be angry in Venice. The sheer beauty and glamour of the place made Jenna forget her trivial worries. Everywhere she looked there was a spectacular sight to feast her eyes on. It was even a little warmer. And the food and the coffee! Oh god, the coffee was enough to cheer her up.
Even Sean seemed to be entranced. He had hardly taken his camera away from his eyes the whole day. It had given him something to do rather than talk, which he didn't seem too keen on at the moment. Not with her, anyway. Not since he'd caught her in bed yesterday morning with a barely legal backpacker in Budapest. He seemed perfectly happy to talk to other people though. She had found him being particularly friendly with the hotel receptionist that morning, a spectacularly raven beauty who had been pouting her red painted lips at him and sending rather obvious signals that he could have room service any time he wanted.
They were heading for a Palazzo near St Mark's Square and she stood for a moment in the middle of the vast space, turning in circles in her Laboutin heals marveling at the symmetrical rows of columns visible through the swirls of winter fog. A man gave her a frank look of appreciation as he took in the red skirt peeping below her coat and her long stockinged legs. He gave a low whistle and said "Bella donna!" as he passed by. That was Italian men for you. They weren't afraid to voice their admiration, unlike certain people, she thought, as she scowled over at Sean Lynch who, as usual, was staring through the lens finder of his camera.
She called to him and glancing at her iPhone, stalked of in what seemed to be the correct direction.
***
"It's a fucking Palace!" Sean hissed in her ear as what appeared to be a butler ushered them up a vast staircase. "With fucking servants."
She ignored him. What had he expected? The place was called a Palazzo after all and they were about to meet a movie star. OK, he wasn't an internationally known movie star but he was famous in Italy apparently and anyone who was a fan of subtitled movies seemed to have heard of Fabrizzio Agli too. Sean Lynch apparently liked to stick to American blockbusters. Then, Jenna suddenly remembered that the first time she had met him he had been speaking fluent French. The man was an enigma.
Jenna of course had done her research. That was why she was wearing a wrap around red dress under her coat, one that hugged her curves and was rather low cut for the low January temperatures. The movie star was insanely good looking and she was hoping he wasn't going to be a disappointment in real life.
They were ushered into a vast empty room, decorated in a surprisingly modern fashion. It was white and minimalist with a wooden floor and ceiling and just a few items of solid furniture. The butler took their coats and asked them to wait. For the first time that day, Sean actually looked at Jenna for more than a second. His dark eyes steadily took in the dress, running over her body and eventually fixing on her cleavage making her shiver slightly.
"Bit cold are you?" he said with a smirk, and she realised with horror that her nipples were visibly erect through the silky material. Damn the man!
"Buon pomeriggio amice!" a deep voice said and they both turned to see a man enter the room. He was dressed in expensive looking dark rinse jeans and a white shirt and he was gorgeous, drop dead gorgeous. His hair was long and jet black, swept back from his face with flecks of grey at the temples, and his skin was ever so slightly tanned. He had expressive deep brown eyes that were fixed on Jenna and he walked straight up to her and took her hand.
"Come sta?" he said, slowly kissing her hand with warm lips.
He then turned to Sean and shook his hand with much less enthusiasm. Sean made a grim grunting noise and immediately started fiddling with his camera.
"Shall we get the photographs out of the way first?" The movie star said in perfect English, waving his hand at Sean in a dismissive fashion.
Sean glared at him angrily and then gave an equally dismissive gesture towards the window. "How about over here?" he said, his Northern British accent suddenly much broader than usual. "Where the light's good and bright."
Sean took the opportunity to order the movie star around as much as he could, posing him by the window and even daring to physically move his chin a few times but the great man himself had soon had enough and declared the shoot over. He called the butler into the room and said, "Show Mr. Lynch out would you," without consulting either Jenna or Sean.
Jenna had been sitting on a sofa, watching the whole proceedings with barely restrained mirth so when Sean glanced over at her, clearly wanting her to request he stayed, she remained silent. He looked steadily at her and she just stared back at him. She was desperate to get Signore Sex God on his own and she watched Sean angrily stalk out of the room with barely restrained joy.
"Shall we go somewhere more comfortable, Miss Adams?" he said, the minute Sean had left.
***
The movie star didn't seem to think that conducting an interview in his bedroom was a particularly unusual thing to do. If Jenna had been more of a prude she would have objected, but as she had every intention of getting into his designer pants later on she was hardly going to object.
The bedroom was designed in the same minimalist fashion as the rest of the Palazzo; white walls, dark wood ceiling and floors, a vast white bed in the middle of the room, which was hard to ignore. There was only one chair which Fabrizzio immediately claimed, lounging in it with an easy air of entitlement, so Jenna had no choice but to perch on the bed, feeling a little self conscious in her bright red dress making a violent contrast against the crisp white sheets. It was very difficult to concentrate on her carefully prepared questions when he was fixing her with his dark gaze and she knew that her breasts were barely covered and her skirt was riding up to reveal the lacy tops of her stockings. But pretending to be the coy, professional reporter would make this so much hotter so she kept on with her questions and ignored the rising heat between them. She almost wished she wore glasses, so she could peer at him over them and drive him wild by nudging them up her nose. He kept staring at her shoes, her very best fuck-me-pumps. They were the ones that Sean had insisted she keep on when he had fucked her in Prague. Shit, why had she remembered that? She quickly quashed the thought and asked her next question whilst slowly crossing her legs and 'innocently' swinging one of her feet. His voice was a little rough as he answered her question and he fidgeted with one of the cuffs of his shirt.
Finally, he had had enough and he said huskily, "I would like to ask you a question Miss Adams."
She had been using her iPhone to record the interview and she pressed the stop button and put it back in her purse, then she looked at him steadily and leaned back on the bed slightly.
He smiled. "Would you like to play with yourself?"
She pretended to ponder the question for a moment, and her hand went to the neckline of her dress and ran across the bare skin of her chest.
He stared at her with heavy dark eyes and shifted in his seat slightly, as she opened her legs ever so slowly and then ran the silky material of her skirt up her thigh until he could see the bare skin above her stockings. She opened her legs wider so he could see she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Mio dio," he whispered.
She spread her legs wider and without breaking eye contact with him sunk her fingers into her bare pussy lips, her other hand grasping her breast and pinching a nipple.
He cursed in Italian again and fumbled with his belt, plunging his hand into his jeans as she stroked herself.
"Come here," she gasped, and he stalked across the room, kicking his shoes off as he went and reaching her, he pushed her down onto the bed and pulled at the belt of her dress, discovering that she was completely naked underneath, apart from the stockings.
"Merda! I love American women!"he said, pulling off his jeans and undoing his shirt. It appeared that he had been going commando too and she sat up and sucked him into her mouth. He was rather small she noticed but at this point she was past caring and he did get larger as she sucked him, thank god. He was so excited he pulled out of her mouth and spreading her legs, immediately plunged into her with a satisfied groan. He gave a few thrusts and played with her clit then pulling out said, "Let me fuck you in the ass."
Now this had never been Jenna's favourite thing, but since he was relatively small, she thought, why not? Shrugging out of her dress, she turned over and stuck her butt in the air to his obvious delight. He ran his hands over her ass appreciatively and gave it a little smack, then stuck his face between her cheeks running his tongue all the way from her pussy to her ass hole, slurping noisily. Now, this she did like. She grasped handfuls of the sheet as he tongued her wetly and groaned as an orgasm suddenly shook her, coming against his mouth.
"Mio dio," he said again and then she heard him sheathing himself with a condom and felt the blunt tip of his cock against her asshole and held her breath, as he carefully pushed against the tight muscles, easing in gently until he was inside her and he started to thrust. It wasn't so bad, in fact it felt weirdly pleasurable as he stretched her in this unfamiliar way and gasped above her as he rocked into her, grasping her hips and cursing loudly as he came.
***
Jenna smiled to herself as she stepped into the shower. That had been fun sex, but it hadn't been what she had expected from a sophisticated Italian movie star in a Palazzo. The college boy in Budapest had been far more skilled, she laughed to herself as she eased her aching muscles under the hot water.
She got out and put on warm flannel pajamas which she saved for nights like this when she knew she would be alone and a good night's sleep was all she was hoping for, but just as she was getting into bed there was a loud knock on the door. Christ, who was that?
She opened it to have a tall, dark figure push past her and almost knock her off her feet. It was Sean Lynch and it seemed he was angry. He kicked the door closed behind him and he roughly slammed her against the wall, his hands gripping her upper arms, lifting her almost off her feet, his face inches from hers.
"What the hell?" she spluttered, unable to move in his strong grip.
"I am pig sick of being treated like dirt," he spat into her face.
"Jesus, Sean," she stammered, a little scared, "What's got into you?"
"You've got into me!" he hissed, his cheeks flushed.
"Have you been drinking?"
"What if I have? Are you surprised after today?" His eyes bore into her, more serious than she had ever seen him, and his long eyelashes swooped down as he stared at her mouth.
"You're hurting me, Sean. Let go," she whimpered.
But he just gripped her more firmly and shoved one of his big booted feet between her legs, still staring at her mouth.
"Did you spread your legs for him, Jenna?" he growled, grabbing hold of her hands and pushing them against the wall above her head.
"Sean," she pleaded, feeling a terrifying heat begin to burn in the centre of her.
"Tell me, Jenna. Did he make you wet?"
"Sean," she said more weakly, struggling ineffectually against him as his heavy weight just pushed more firmly against her.
"Did you fuck him, Jenna?" he murmured, his forehead dropping to rest against hers, their noses touching, his chest heaving on top of her.
His knee pushed hard between her legs, but Jenna's fingers slowly curled around his and their fingers gently entwined and he drew his head away and gave her a searching look. His lips descended on hers in a desperate kiss that made her legs give way from under her. She gasped into his mouth as he let go of her hands and grabbed hold of her pajama pants and roughly tugged them down, his fingers immediately sinking into her, finding her wet and trembling.
He pulled his mouth away from her and said harshly, "Did he do this Jenna? Did he make you come?"
"Sean, stop!" she said, but couldn't help grinding against him as he stroked her, and she held onto his shoulders as his fingers sank inside her and his thumb found her clit, swollen with need. Her head fell back against the wall and her nails dug into him as she cried out.
He kept her upright with his knee as he ripped at the buttons of her top with his free hand and then sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting on it roughly as her orgasm peaked and she clung on to him helplessly, then she vaguely noticed him undoing his jeans and pulling out his cock.
"Did you make him this hard, Jenna?" he said, gripping her chin and making her look down at what he was holding in his hand.
She shook her head weakly. No one was as hard as Sean, she wasn't even going to pretend. He had no competition there. He kissed her again, this time more slowly, wrapping his arms around her so she could melt into him and press her breasts against his broad chest. He picked her up and laid her down on the bed and pulling his T-shirt off kissed down her belly and spreading her legs, sucked her clit into his mouth. She was barely conscious anymore. She was just a mass of aroused nerve endings, a slave to his hands and his tongue. He lathed her and sucked on her and stroked her with his fingers until she was coming again, her legs shaking uncontrollably, so she had to push his head away because she couldn't stand it anymore.
"You're crazy," she said.
But he just laughed grimly and then spreading her legs, rubbed the smooth head of his cock against her sensitive labia making her shake all over again.
"Sean," she pleaded, too weak to move.
"Did you come around his cock?" he asked.
And she wanted to slap him, but before she could he thrust inside her, which made her yelp out loud because watching the way his abs tightened and rippled started the orgasmic convulsions all over again. And once his thrusting quickened in pace and he was gasping, "Did he go this deep, Jenna?" she was coming again, gripping his cock just as he wanted her to, bathing him in all her juices and making him shake this time, and cry out as he came too, staring down at her with a frightening intensity.
***
When Jenna realised she was happily lying in Sean's arms, her entire body blissfully relaxed, not a thought in her head, she shook herself and struggled against him, pushing him away.
"What are you doing?" he muttered sleepily.
"You've got to go back to your own room," she said firmly, trying to shove him away from her.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said, wrapping an arm more securely around her. "I'm staying right here."
She looked at his face pressed against the pillow and felt something give inside. Lying down she turned her back to him and feeling his warm weight against her, immediately fell asleep.
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