Marco X Jean Novels & Stories

“How do I look?” I spin around, for Jaxon, who has been staring at me since I got out of the bathroom. It's a cold morning and we're packed up to leave for town. Jaxon got prepared since the wee hours of the morning. He's shaved and trimmed his hair and right now, he looks even more Daddy—Whatever that means. Although I miss that thick, sexy beard, there’s something about his Super Mario moustache and shorter hair. He's wearing a maroon plaid shirt, black jacket, and dark jeans. He has his boots on. He's already put our things in his truck and Snowie's tottering around him as usual, constantly meowing like she’s afraid we’ll forget her.

The second the door clicked shut behind us, Marco shoved me against the wall. “Been thinking about this since you walked in with that tight little ass in those jeans,” he growled, voice low and rough. His big hand palmed my crotch, squeezing my already rock-hard cock through the denim. “Shut up and suck me,” I whispered, yanking his belt open. We were both frantic, years of pretending it never happened exploding between us. I dropped to my knees first, shoving his jeans and boxers down in one second. His cock sprang out, thick, eight inches, uncut, the head already shiny with precum. I remembered the taste instantly. Musky, salty, pure masculine.

I wasn’t in the mood. But Marco was serious. And this wasn’t just about me anymore. There was a team, a contract, a brand built around us overnight. Still. I wasn’t going to enjoy it. *** The next day came quicker than expected. Marco had sent a stylist to my place. Nothing over-the-top. Just a soft beige hoodie, cropped slightly, with fitted jeans and white sneakers. Casual, effortless, like I’d just thrown it on without thinking. Like I wasn’t being watched. Xavier picked me up in a black SUV, window partially rolled down, sunglasses on.

"All right! Do you like something sweet? I'll have Rene give you the baked cake." "I like anything, as long as it's edible!" Marco laughed loudly. Today he changed to wearing a semi-formal shirt with black jeans. He could not possibly visit his friend's house wearing only a short T-shirt and faded pants. Actually Marco wanted to invite Jazzy, and introduce her to Rene - Xander's life partner, but what happened before made Marco rethink the plan. In fact, now he doubts whether he can keep Jazzy as his life partner or not.

Her cock hardened in a minute and began to press into the fabric of her jeans. Fuck, she's just trying to kill me, he thought as he watched her get up to toss the empty bottle into the wastebasket. Charlotte was wearing a pair of short black jean shorts, a white T-shirt that was a little too low, and sandals, which while not too high, looked…too dangerous for a woman like her. Marco took a step toward her, but a moment before he touched her, he withdrew his hand and grabbed a glass from the nearby shelf, pretending that was what he'd wanted all along. Then he filled it with wine and drank it whole.

I squirted a vanilla scented perfume over myself before smearing a cherry lip gloss on my lips. Yes I was still ill but atleast I could look healthyand filled with life. I let down my hair gracefully when a knock on my door was heard. "Come in" I replied to whoever it was. Was it amaya? Locking his eyes with mine, Marco's tall frame entered my room. He was dressed in a blue rip jean and a grey sweater. His long hair was let to cascade down. He looked pretty handsome come to think of it. "You like what you see?"marco asked teasingly noticing I was gawking at him.

“Not too formal.” “Light and fun,” Marco exclaims, tossing his hands in the air as if he’s just received the best news of the day. “I’ve got just the thing. Follow me, darlings.” He twirls around and starts leading us deeper into the boutique, weaving between racks of dresses like a magician revealing his best tricks. As we walk, he chatters animatedly about colors and trends, and I can’t help but feel a sense of ease wash over me. Kiera seems to relax, too, her earlier hesitation melting away as she gets swept up in Marco’s infectious enthusiasm.

"You're too skinny." I was halfway through my plate when the front door opened again. A young man walked in, tall and lean with sandy hair and an easy smile. He was handsome in a clean, cut way, wearing jeans and a Iron Serpents t, shirt that showed off muscled arms. "That's Jax," Marco said, following my gaze. "New prospect. He is eager to prove himself." As if he'd heard his name, Jax looked over and caught sight of me. His smile widened as he approached our table.

Marco blinked, snapping out of his reverie. “Yes, it’s not like I have a choice,” he said, “Let’s get this over with.” Dante moved to help Marco fix his suit, straightening the jacket and ensuring everything was in place. Marco never wore ties. He always preferred the sleek, open-collar look that suited his powerful presence. Once Dante finished with the arrangements, Marco nodded in satisfaction. They both walked out of Marco’s bedroom and headed straight downstairs towards the garage. The Black Lamborghini Aventador was what awaited him at the entrance. He stepped in, Dante following behind.

“A pleasure, bella.” Yep. Trouble, he was definitely trouble and apparently, he could tell Xavier was irritated because his amusement only deepened as the evening went on. Marco somehow kept finding his way back to me all night. I couldn’t quite understand why he was doing this but… Who was I kidding?? He was obviously doing all this to get under Xavier’s skin because every time Xavier showed the slightest sign of irritation his grin seemed to deepen. Marco didn’t care about the look on Xavier’s face though. He just kept on refilling my wine, complimenting my dress at any little opportunity, and translating random Italian phrases only to laugh when I pronounced them horribly wrong.