by Lovell, Dani
"Oh really? You want me to prod and poke you, or you just want to be prodded and poked?"
"Do you want your ego stroking or what?"
"I want something stroking..." he says and those dimples pop, he is seriously the best looking man I have ever met. All that smiling he does doesn't do him any harm either. I grab his neck with my free hand and pull his face to mine for a deep, passionate, impatient snog. We both moan and my hand tightens around his cock, sliding my hand up and down his length.
I break away and push his chest so he lifts to give me room to turn underneath him, I crawl up to the head of the bed and rise to my knees on the pillows, holding the top of the head board with one hand. "Fuck me this way," I demand, turning to look back at him.
He has a big, dirty grin on his face, "Hell, yeah, I'll fuck you this way!" he says excitedly and kneels behind me, lifting one of my thighs to position himself. "Holy fuck! What am I doing? Why does this only happen with you?"
"What?" I ask, wondering why he's not currently pummelling me to infinity and beyond with his man-stick.
"I forgot the condom, Princess, and I don't have any more on me. You got any... right here, right now, so we don't have to move?"
I giggle at his impatience. "No, Luke. I wasn't planning on having sex this holiday."
"What? Why not? You knew I'd be here..."
"Yeah, but I didn't want to get into it again... listen can you just do me and we'll talk about this after?"
"We can't, not without a condom."
I want to scream, I'm bent over a motherfucking headboard, with my favourite cock mere centimetres away, I want it! "You been tested recently?" I ask.
"As always... but we can't Til, I can't, it's not what I do."
"Do you trust me not to have anything dirty?"
"Yeah... but Tilly..."
"Just do it, god damn it - it's fine, nothing will come of it, I swear." Because you already gave me a baby.
"I don't know, I want to so badly, I mean he's rock solid over here..."
"Luke, I'm practically dripping on the pillow, just fuck me hard and fuck me good, and do it right now. Do it!"
I can see his mind working over time, but I know his dick will win eventually. It better had. He leans towards me and I feel him there, teasing my entrance, oh yeah... just a bit more, go on...
"You can't get pregnant, no?" he asks. I'm pretty certain you can't get pregnant when you already are, so I'm not technically lying if I say no... am I?
"No. Fuck me, big boy, come on."
And without a second thought, he sinks deep inside.
"Holy shit-balls, it feels so good," he croaks as he slides out and thrusts back in again. "I want to fuck you like this, every time."
"This is your last time, sweetheart, so make the most of it," I say, between moans as he pounds into me, deeper, further.
"I'm fucking you all vacation, baby, and you're going to love it so much, you'll want to take me home afterwards," he groans, his voice monotone with concentration.
"Unlikely. So do me like it's your last, Summers."
He growls loudly and works faster, taking one hand from my hip and putting his fingers in my mouth. I suck, swirling my tongue, coating them with saliva for his next trick. When he's satisfied, he takes them from my mouth and straight to my clit, where he circles lightly.
"Oh god, yes... Luke, it's... oh wow, amazing."
"Like I said," he says, between breaths, "you're going to love it."
"Oh yes, I do, I do, keep going, you want it too, you love it too, tell me..."
"I fuckin' love it," he says, his thrusts sharper, faster, "you feel amazing, Princess," he cries, grabbing a breast with his free hand. I cry out in ecstasy, "Luke! Yes! Oh god, yes, I'm going to come Luke, I'm going to come so hard."
"You turn me on so much, Tilly, I swear to god, we're not leaving this here," he says as he licks my neck again and kisses my jaw.
"Oh... oh, yes, Luke!" I cry, the industrial strength orgasm ripping through me, my eyes clenched and my hands squeezing the headboard so hard it hurts.
"Oh Jesus Christ, baby, can I... can I... holy shit... can I..."
"Yes, come inside me, come deep inside me, Luke..." I cry, answering the question he was so desperately trying to ask, and he cries out my name, slamming into me, clenching my breast almost painfully in his hand.
"Ah!" I cry, his last thrust so deep - so good.
His head slumps to my shoulder, his arms wrapping around my chest, his soft lips dropping tiny kisses onto my skin. "Uh..." he mumbles, echoing my thoughts exactly. "Remind me why I shop around again? I want to keep the model I've got right now."
I giggle, "No you don't darling, you have a condition I like to call 'post orgasm love disorder'."
He laughs, lazily, still collapsed against me, "You're the funniest chick I know."
"You're the funniest 'dude' I know. Now are you going to get off me or what?"
"No. You stay where you are little lady."
I giggle and shove him away, "Get off, you pillock."
He releases me and leans back onto his haunches, "Pillock? I have no idea what that means but I'm guessing it's no way to talk to a guy suffering from 'post orgasm love disorder'".
I grab the duvet to cover myself, before turning to settle into the bed. "I'm sure the patient will snap out of it pretty soon. You'll survive. Now go on, piddle off and let me catch a few more winks."
"Piddle off? You speak a whole other language, Princess." he lifts his side of the duvet and slips into the bed next to me.
"In case you didn't understand, it means piss off, now go on, on your bike."
"You don't really mean that, I get it, you've got 'post orgasm bitch disorder', you'll get over it soon. Now get over here and let me use you as a pillow."
I laugh out loud, "Luke, come on now, we're not doing this."
"But I'm cold and lonely," he says in a cute voice.
"You've just had roasting hot sex, you're not cold. And since when are you lonely? You have more 'company' in your life than anyone else I know."
"Yeah, well right now, I only want yours, so get over here my little love bunny and show me some affection."
I roll my eyes and smile in defeat, it's just impossible to think seriously around him. I slide over and tuck myself into his side. He's so cosy and warm and comfortable, and although I know I really shouldn't be doing this, I decide that as long as I know the score, just tonight - it'll be fine. God knows I need a big hug right now and he gives the most perfect bear hugs ever.
"Oh, and Luke? That was super-fun."
~~~~~~~
My tummy flutters and I wake in desperate need of a wee. My arms are cradling my belly and I'm tucked, comfortably in the big strong arms of Luke. Oh shit. I'm not supposed to be enjoying this. I try to slide out of his arms but he only tightens them around me. "No, Princess," he mumbles sleepily, "stay, keep me warm, don't make me sad..." and with his eyes still closed, he sticks his bottom lip out like a little kid. Christ! How does anyone say no to this man?
"I need a wee, Luke," I say quietly, matter of fact.
"So go ahead, we can wash the sheets later," he says with a sleepy grin, "okay, but come straight back and stroke my big dick, okay?" I can't help but burst out laughing, how can he be so funny when he's still half asleep?
I slip out of his embrace and grab my t-shirt from the floor, holding it against my stomach as I dash into the en-suite. I take care of business and start the taps to run myself a bath, no doubt everyone will be up soon and we'll need to head out to get the ski gear. Shit, do I really want to spend all that money when I'm not even going to be using any of it, just to keep my secret?
I step out again, with my t-shirt on, nicely hiding child, and look over to the bed. Luke is fast asleep again, looking too gorgeous for words. He's lying on his front, the duvet covering him from the hips down. His back is one of the most amazing sights I've ever seen, I'm tempted to straddle his bum and just lay on top of him,
touching his hot skin. At least Wriggler's got good genes, if he's a boy and looks like daddy, he's going to be set for life.
I stroll over to the huge, crescent shaped window and look out at the beautiful morning view of pine trees and perfect white snow. A balcony would make this room just about perfect. My mind wanders as with always lately, I'll definitely take Wriggler on holidays in the snow, kids love snow.
Maybe I'll go somewhere with Gemma and Jay so Jack and Wriggler can have snowball fights together. I picture my little toddler in a hat with a giant bobble, waddling through the snow outside, falling down onto its bottom and giggling in excitement.
"Pretty out there, huh?" Luke's sleepy voice brings me back to the now.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, it's gorgeous."
"Like you," he says, patting the bed beside him. I smile and stroll over to sit down on the edge of the bed. "What time is it? We're meeting at nine to go to the ski store for you guys."
"I don't know," I say, standing again to walk around the bed to get my phone. "Oh shit! Luke! It's eleven o'clock!"
"Oh..." he says, rubbing his eyes, "whoops."
"Why didn't anyone come and get me? Or call me?"
"Hey, don't sweat it, let's get ready and go get some breakfast downstairs, then I'll take you to the ski store later."
"Really? Is that okay?"
"Sure it is, hot-lips. So, you wanna shower with me?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows. No chance! You'll definitely notice in the shower! No, I'll get dressed, have breakfast and then sit down and tell him. Yes, that's the new plan.
"No, I'm running myself a bath, I'd like to just get dressed quickly on my own if you don't mind. I'll meet you downstairs." I say, grabbing one of the fluffy towels from the top of the chest of drawers and backing towards the en-suite."
"Sure. See you down there in about half hour."
"Okay. See ya," I say as I enter, close the door and immediately lock it, so I know there's no chance of him seeing my wet, naked, newly pregnant body in broad daylight.
~~~~~~~
Dressed in black snowboarding trousers and a long-sleeved, loosely fitted, grey t-shirt, I make my way down the stairs. Although I'm a skier, rather than a snowboarder, I really liked the look of these trousers, and they cling nicely to my bum. I thought I'd better find something to accentuate a different part of my body, so I could try to conceal my stomach a little easier. And who cares if I don't snowboard? I'm not doing either on this trip so I'm literally wearing them for the sake of it, anyway.
Luke is sitting at the kitchen island when I walk in, looking devilish in his über cool snowboarding gear. Now Luke is a snowboarder, he told me all about it in LA, and he looks the part. Mmm, he looks hot. The housekeeper I met last night is standing at the hob and she turns to smile at me as I walk in.
"Good morning, ma'am, what can I get you for breakfast?" Before I can answer, Luke looks at me and interrupts.
"Hey Princess, looking hot! I'm having eggs Benedict, you want some?"
I turn to the housekeeper, "If you're making eggs Benedict, I'd love some, thank you."
"You want to sit in the dining room? It's all laid out." he asks and I scrunch my nose, shaking my head.
"Naa, too formal, I'll just sit here with you," and tell you a big fat secret.
"Cool. You look hot in this, you want me to teach you to snowboard?" That would have been so much fun. Here you go Til, now's you're opportunity. Go.
"Actually, Luke, I want to talk to you about something."
"Sure, hot-stuff, shoot."
Fuck, fuck, fuck, here we go. "Well, the thing is... I, um," The housekeeper interrupts, putting our breakfast down in front of us.
"Can I get you a hot drink?" she asks.
"No thank you, this is fine." I want to slap the bitch for making me delay this. Okay, okay, she did just lovingly prepare my favourite breakfast, and I'm being particularly harsh, but I really need to say this, and now I don't want to!
"I'll leave you to eat then, please leave your plates, I'll clear up when you leave."
"Thanks, beautiful," Luke responds with a cheeky grin, and she exits the kitchen, leaving us to finish this awkward conversation. Yikes.
"You were saying? You, um?"
"Yes, I, um, I don't really plan on hitting the slopes, while I'm here..."
"Really? Why not? You're in Aspen, baby!"
"Yeah, I know. Look, the others don't know about this. Luke, I need to tell you something."
"Sure, what is it?" He looks at me, concerned; so cute. I know as soon as the words come out of my mouth, this will all change, he won't be caring, jovial, funny-guy-Luke anymore; he'll be cross, he'll be afraid, he'll be out that door in a flash. I can't do it. I can't. Maybe I can sleep with him again, have a bit more of this gorgeous Luke, and then tell him after. But that's such a bad idea. Just do it, you pussy.
"I um, I had an accident last time I went skiing and I really, really don't want to do it again." You fucking wimp, Tilly! But quick thinking; well done for that.
He looks at me, confused, and I want to slap myself. Idiot! "Is that all? Shit, Til, must have been bad, you look scared-crazy. You know, if you want, I can take you out, we can take it real slow, get you back in the swing of things?" He puts his hand on my thigh and I hate myself. He's so fucking sweet, and I'm lying to his face, withholding from him the most important information of his life.
"Luke, I don't know how you'll understand without me getting deeper into it, and I don't want to do that. But I really can't put a pair of skis on."
"Okay, how about a little fun snowboarding? With me? I'll be gentle, I promise."
I shake my head and he simply nods. "Okay, say no more. Well! This will be fun, we can plan a load of other fun shit to do instead."
God, he has a heart of gold. Yes, he shags a different woman daily, but he openly admits that, and whoever he's with knows the score.
"Luke, that is really so sweet of you, but don't change your plans, I'm happy to chill out around here and go out for walks and stuff. You go and have fun doing what you're supposed to do on a snowboarding holiday."
"No way! Tilly, you can't spend every day on your own, we'll do stuff together, it'll be fun. Just like LA, but with snow..." he pauses for a moment, "you're okay with that though, right? I mean, after all the weird shit that happened before?"
"Luke, I'm going to be totally honest with you, because I know it won't change anything, okay?"
"Okay."
"Okay. At the end of the LA trip, it all got a bit weird and I said we weren't seeing each other again because... well, how do I put this? Um... you like fun, yes?"
"Yeah?"
"And me, too, yes?"
"Okay, yeah..."
"Well, I kind of started liking you. Like, more than 'fun'. And it freaked me out because I don't 'do' relationships, and neither do you, and I really didn't want to end up like Bea and Daniel were at the time, pining for you, with no hope of ever being together. So the easiest thing was to just break away from you and not have to deal with it."
He surprises me, smiling a giant, mischievous, childlike grin. "Tilly..." he sings teasingly, "you totally fell in love with me. You think I'm awesome, you want to be Mrs. Summers."
I giggle, he's so cute, and funny, and yes, awesome... "You are massively gorgeous and I'm sure girls do fall in love with you, frequently, but no; I wasn't in love with you. I just wanted you. I got jealous at the thought of you with other women, which freaked me out even more because I don't get emotionally attached like that. I'm not telling you this because I want anything to come of it, I just thought maybe you should know why it got weird."
"Totally, I felt like that too, Princess," he says, casually, chewing on some breakfast.
"No, you didn't. You don't need to say that just because I did. I know you're not into it, and honestly neither was I, so it was completely alien for me to feel like that."
"Think what you want, but I don't make shit up. So what does that mean for this vacatio
n? Can we still do stuff and have fun together or what?"
"Yeah, we do have fun, I think I'm ready for another taste of Luke..." I say with a cheeky wink.
"So, are you still jealous at the thought of me and other women?"
"Um... I don't know. I think I've just accepted it, it's who you are and what you do. I know that I left LA and you had a new girl on your arm within a few hours, I'm not daft. I just had so much fun, I wanted to carry on having fun instead of some other girl taking my place. It would fuck me off if you shagged someone while you're having a holiday fling with me though."
"I wouldn't do that, my god, what kind of person do you think I am?" I simply shrug and he smiles slightly before continuing. "I like this, I like that we can just talk like this, totally open, nothing hidden." Yeah, about that... "I like you, Til, I like all the stuff we do together, which is weird because most girls bore the hell out of me in five minutes flat. Like I said, we did more than I've done with anyone in a long time. I don't want you fucking other guys either, but hey, I've gotta accept that that happens..." he pauses, "don't I?"
"What?"
"You with other guys."
"Well, I wasn't a virgin when I met you, so... duh."
"That's not really what I meant." he says, putting his knife and fork down on his cleared plate. "Oh, by the way, there was a letter for you on the hearth, did you see it?"
"No?" I put my cutlery down, hop off my stool and head to the fireplace. I don't know how I missed the A4 page, folded in half with 'TILLY' written in massive letters on the front. I open it up.
'Morning sleepyhead,
As you were both still asleep at ten, we had to go without you. Hope you had a fantastic 'sleep'. Text me if you want to meet up later, we can make another trip to the ski hire place for you. You naughty little minx, didn't take long for you two to find each other ;-) Maybe lock the door next time so I don't have to walk in and see you cuddled up like husband and wife. Very cosy.
Only teasing, can't wait to meet him later,
Love you, Clare.
(Oliver is making me sign his name, too.) And Oliver. Xxx’
Those two need to do it and get it over with.
