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Tryst: The Marcano Moguls Series, page 1
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THE MARCANO MOGULS SERIES
J.L. QUICK
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To all the good little girls
who have met a gorgeous stranger
and wondered,
“What if?”
I see you.
contents
author’s note
trigger warnings
one
two
three
four
five
six
seven
eight
nine
ten
eleven
twelve
thirteen
fourteen
fifteen
sixteen
seventeen
eighteen
nineteen
twenty
twenty one
twenty two
twenty three
twenty four
twenty five
twenty six
twenty seven
twenty eight
twenty nine
thirty
thirty one
thirty two
thirty three
thirty four
thirty five
thirty six
thirty seven
thirty eight
thirty nine
forty
forty one
you may choose to look the other way, but you can never again say that you did not know. ~william wilberforge
thank you for reading
also by j.l. quick
author’s note
This novel is a contemporary dark romance. It contains scenes and descriptive adult content that might be triggering for some readers.
Please ensure you read the trigger warnings prior to beginning this novel.
trigger warnings
Exhibitionism
Praise
Graphic Sexual Scenes
Edging/Orgasm Control
DD/lg Dynamics
Spitting
Cockwarming
Breeding
Gun Violence
Abduction
Pregnancy
Captivity
Narcotics
Death/Torture
Non-Consensual Sexual Touching
Threats of Sexual Assault
Human Trafficking (Mention Only)
one
ISABELLA
“You’re serious?” He eyes me up and down before turning to the bartender and lifting two fingers into the air, “Two more.”
“Who jokes about that?”
The bartender drops two shot glasses on the counter in front of us. He hesitates to pour the shots as he’s been eavesdropping on our conversation throughout the evening.
Apparently the two of us are quite entertaining.
Eventually, he grabs the bottle and pours them full of tequila. At this point, he no longer reaches for the salt or lime, because he knows we’re going to shoot them straight. We each grab one, tap it on the bar, and shoot it back.
“Never? Not even once?” He continues to pry.
“No,” I adamantly shake my head at him, “Never.”
“But you’ve…” he hesitates to finish his question as his hands gesture in the air.
“Yes, of course,” I answer the question I know is looming, “I’m twenty-six…”
His finger presses against my lips before I have the opportunity to say anymore, causing my heart to flutter.
Flipping the shot glass in my hand, I place it upside down on the counter next to the others from this evening. By a quick count of the collection growing in front of us, this was my fourth in the past few hours that we’ve been sitting at this bar.
Liquid courage.
It’s the only way to explain what is happening right now. After walking in on my boyfriend fucking my best friend and losing my job in the same week, I did what any perfectly sane, twenty-something woman with no responsibilities would do. I cried. I ate a tub of Ben & Jerry’s. Or two. Then I maxed out my credit card and booked a last minute, all-inclusive trip to a resort in Mexico by myself.
Three days of margaritas, reading on the beach, and forgetting about all the shit I left behind; and now I’m sitting at the bar doing shots, spilling my deepest secrets to a man I’ve never met before.
A gorgeous fucking man!
While I haven’t asked him many questions but his name, I am assuming he is significantly older than me by the way his hair is starting to salt-and-pepper by his temples. For a man probably old enough to be my father, he has the quite the opposite of a dad bod. Between his muscular arms, broad shoulders, rock hard pecs, chiseled abs, and that fucking V-cut leading into his board shorts, I’ve struggled to keep my eyes focused on his face for the hours we’ve been chatting. Luckily, those bright, baby-blue eyes and broad smile are also quite enticing to look at.
Yet here I am. Telling this beautiful stranger of a man my deepest sexual secrets like it’s nothing.
“How many times?”
“Six,” I shrug my shoulders.
“But obviously by yourself,” he eyes me questioningly.
Breaking eye contact, my focus immediately goes to the ground. I can feel my cheeks raising in temperature as they turn a bright shade of red. My gaze still focused on the floor, I shake my head.
“You mean you’ve never made yourself come? Or you’ve never touched yourself?” His words sound almost shocked as though he has never heard of such a foreign concept in his life.
“Neither. I mean, no,” I stammer to find the words, “No to both.”
The look on his face is indistinguishable.
In an attempt to hide my embarrassment, I opt to seek some solace in the margarita sitting before me.
ALEJANDRO
After a long day of meetings, I threw on my trunks to take a quick swim in the ocean to clear my mind before heading back to New York City tomorrow morning. When that didn’t work, I swung by the hotel bar to grab an Old Fashioned to take back to my villa. While waiting to order my drink, one of the most stunning women I have ever seen took the seat next to me.
She is a short little thing, can’t be much more than five foot tall. Through the sheer cover-up over her bikini, it is obvious that her short stature is packed full of ample curves. Her face is classically beautiful, complete with gorgeous, pouty, pink lips. It wasn’t her body or her face that enticed me to stop though. It was her curly, cherry-red hair and those emerald-green eyes that drew me in.
It’s been a few hours, and I still haven’t made it to my villa. I am absolutely enthralled by the woman keeping me company and have no intentions of leaving her anytime soon.
My face involuntarily scrunches in confusion as she continues to tell me how she has never had an orgasm – with a partner or by herself. She is beautiful, smart, and witty. What man wouldn’t want to take the time to worship and please her?
How the fuck has she gone this long without knowing that kind of euphoric pleasure?
“Can I ask why?” I feel like I’m pushing, but this is the game we’ve been playing. No personal details – full names or where we live – but spill the stuff you don’t tell anyone. In the short time we’ve been sitting here, I feel like I’ve learned more about her than the last five women I’ve dated combined.
“I guess I never really saw the point,” she sips her margarita, “I’ve obviously had guys touch me and it didn’t really do anything for me. So, I just never have.”
I continue to watch her in complete bewilderment.
“And I’ve heard that some women can’t,” she shrugs as she takes another sip, “You haven’t ever been with a woman, and she didn’t…come?”
“Honestly? No,” I reach for my glass on the bar, “The women I fuck always come, not just once, but several times.”
“Oh,” her eyes are big and the surprise at my words is written across her face, “maybe I’m just not like those women.”
“You could be,” the words slip from my mouth before I can catch them. While we have been talking for a while, that was fucking forward and presumptuous. Even for me.
But fuck, I would like her to be.
Her cheeks are no longer just pink from being sun-kissed, but now are bright red from embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, Izzy” I blurt out, “I didn’t mean…”
“But didn’t you?” She smirks at me and chuckles, “Be honest, Alex. No point in us having secrets from each other now.”
Her head nods at the bartender and she raises two fingers at him. We sit in silence for the first time since we started talking, awkwardly waiting for him to come to our side of the bar and pour us two more shots of tequila. He has barely finished filling the first when she grabs the glass and downs it, as her cheeks begin to flush.
As I reach for my shot, she blurts out, “This is one hundred percent the tequila talking, because I would never have the courage to ask this without it…”
Watching her fidget anxiously in her seat, I throw back my shot while waiting for her to continue.
“What makes you so certain I could be like those women? That I can come?”
Turning on my stool, I spin to face her.
two
ISABELLA
I can’t believe I just asked that.
I swallow hard as Alex spins on his stool to face me, while turning mine to face him. When he stops, my crossed legs are settled between his massive, muscular thighs.
Staring into my eyes, he places his large hands on my outer thighs, just above my knees. His touch immediately causes my heart to race. Never breaking eye contact, he leans in. His face slowly inching toward mine as his hands dip under my cover-up.
Is this really happening?
Or am I fucking drunk?
My heart is thumping in my chest, as his stubble dusts over my cheek and his warm breath blows over my ear, “I’m not some inexperienced college guy that is just looking for somewhere to come.”
Slowly, his hands continue up my outer thighs until they are on my hips. My breasts rise and fall with every audible breath I take.
“If I had the pleasure of fucking a woman as amazing as you,” his words a warm whisper against my ear, “I would want to worship every inch of you while I pleasured you.”
I expect him to pull back from me, but he stays with his cheek resting against mine, his warm breath continuing to blow over my ear. My thighs squeeze together, in a futile attempt to calm this foreign, fluttering sensation at my center.
“I would play with your sweet, neglected pussy all night, not stopping until you were satisfied,” his thumbs slide under the strings of my bikini bottom as his hands glide over my hips. Gripping my ass, his voice becomes deeper and gravelly, “And then I’d fuck you.”
A quiet, whispery moan grumbles from my mouth as my thighs clench tightly together, fighting against a neediness I didn’t know I possessed. The things this man is currently whispering into my ear are doing more to my body than the touch of any man I’ve ever known.
Slowly leaning back from me, his eyes meet mine. I stare back at him as his fingers delicately drag down my thighs, eliciting goosebumps in their wake, until his hands are once again by my knees.
Struggling to remember to breathe, I stare back at him in silence while my heart continues to pound in my chest. It is pounding so hard; I’m sure he must be able to hear it.
“Come,” he stands from his stool and grabs my hand, pulling me from mine until I am standing next to him. Looking up at him, he is massive in comparison to me. He must be more than a foot taller than me.
“Where are we going?” I blurt out while struggling to keep up with his giant strides.
Noticing my struggle to keep up with him, he slows down his pace allowing me to walk more comfortably next to him as we reach the beach.
“Night swim,” he squeezes my hand as we walk toward the rolling surf.
As the water laps at my toes, I take in how different this atmosphere is. While we aren’t far from the resort’s bar, it’s like we walked to a different universe. The bar was loud, bright, and full of people. At this hour, the beach is deserted, quiet, and the only light is coming from the moon.
Letting go of my hand, Alex steps in front of me and leans forward until his hands are at my hips. I feel his fingers gathering my cover-up into his hands, as the thin material slowly inches up my legs until it is bunched around my waist.
“Lift,” the sole word deep and commanding. Hesitantly, I lift my arms over my head. Once they are raised, he slowly glides it up my body until it clears my hands. A quiet growl rumbles from his chest as his eyes wander down this more exposed view of my body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he reaches for my hand before pulling me into the surf.
As someone who normally doesn’t go into the ocean beyond my ankles, I start to get nervous at the point the water reaches my waist. When it reaches my chest, I push onto my tippy-toes and squeeze his hand, “Alex?”
Turning around, he sees me struggling and uses his grip on my hand to pull me through the water to him. Letting go of me for a second, his large hands wrap around my waist and lift me from the water. Holding me against him with one arm, the other reaches for my hand.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he leads my arm to his shoulders, “and your legs around my waist.”
My limbs wrap around his body as he continues to lead us deeper into the water, not stopping until the water is lapping at both our shoulders and the resort looks miles away on the sand. The moonlight dances over the water around us and we bob silently with the movement of the ocean.
With one hand cupped against my ass, holding me to him, his other brushes the hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear.
“I’m going to kiss you now, cerecita,” his fingers slide into my hair as he draws my face toward his.
His soft lips dust over mine, barely touching me. My lips part, giving him an invitation he quickly accepts. His tongue slowly presses into my mouth before he gently begins to explore my clit. In turn my tongue begins to explore his, the kiss slowly becoming more passionate and aggressive. His fingers tightly fist my hair and I whimper into his mouth as my legs squeeze around his waist, trying desperately to get closer to him.
Using his grip in my hair, he pulls our mouths apart. We are both breathless and panting and he pulls harder, granting him access to my neck. His lips and tongue leave a trail of aggressive wet kisses from my jaw to my collarbone and back up toward my ear.
“Let me be your first,” his hand slides the length of my leg around his waist, gripping it at the ankle and slowly beginning to unwrap me from his body.
“Out here?” I sputter.
“I don’t want to fuck you. At least not yet,” the corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk, “Let me be the first to make you come, to show you what your body is capable of.”
My head darts around, looking at the beach behind us.
“No one can see us out here,” he reassures me as his hand rubs over the bottoms of my bikini causing me to groan while I chew at my lower lip.
“I can’t promise no one will hear you scream,” his fingers slide under the fabric and pull it to the side, granting him full access to me, “but they won’t be able to see.”
Before I can say anything else, his finger rubs around my entrance before beginning to press inside me.
“Relax, cerecita. Open up and let me in,” his words rumble along my neck and over my chest as he places wet kisses between his words.
Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I feel him slide his finger fully inside me. Unlike the others who have touched me, he doesn’t forcefully thrust it in and out of me. Instead, he flexes and bends it, slowly and gently rubbing it along a sensitive spot inside me. My thighs part, further opening myself to him.
“That’s it,” he growls as he pulls his finger nearly out of me, “Let me stretch out your pussy.”
Pulling his finger nearly out of me, I feel him add another finger and stretch me as they both begin curling along my walls. My breathing is ragged and uncontrollable whimpers tremble over my lips as he increases the pressure and rhythm of his movements.
“You feel so tight wrapped around my fingers,” he further increases his tempo inside of me, “I can only imagine how good you’ll feel when I stretch you around my cock.”
