Fate's Plan

by J. A. Low

  “Did he think this was his last chance before he settled down?”

  “Probably, maybe, who knows. He knew I wouldn’t kick up a fuss if I had found out anyway. I was far more worried about disappointing my parents then I was about him disappointing me.”

  “I understand that,” Luke says faintly.

  “Grown ass adults and we still worry about what our parents think.” Luke smiles, raises his glass, and cheer’s me.

  “So you never…?” Typical male wondering how on earth you could go without sex for so long.

  “Once. I met a lovely Canadian soldier who I was showing around, we got caught in a storm and had to find a hotel somewhere.”

  “You seem to like getting caught in storms with strange men.” Luke looks at me over his glass, is he flirting with me? I blush under his gaze.

  “My sister calls it fate.”

  “Fate?”

  “Yes, she thinks… oh, my God, I need to shut up. This wine is going to my head. Never mind.”

  “What, no, you have to continue, your sister thinks?” I roll my eyes.

  “Lolly, thinks running into you at the cottage is fate.” His eyes widen. “See, you think I’m crazy.”

  “I think I told you last night I thought you were.” He gives me a smirk. I bury my face into the arm chair, utterly embarrassed.

  “Ugh, I’m still so sorry about last night, about the whole… you know …” I wave my hand in the air.

  “Checking out my dick.” His accent caresses the words, how on earth did the word dick sound so sexy from his mouth and not creepy like it usually does when other guys say it. “But, I understand now. It’s been awhile.” He laughs. “You were only human. It is impressive… no?” I pick up the cushion behind my head and throw it at him, playfully. It knocks the glass of wine in his hand and spills all over his white t-shirt.

  “Shit, I’m so sorry.” That was so stupid, Lilly, what the hell do you think you’re doing? But, Luke surprises me and slowly starts peeling the soaking t-shirt off of his body. My teeth sink into my bottom lip, my pulse starts beating out of time, warmth washing over my skin, and a tingle settles itself between my legs. No, no, this is bad. “What are you doing?”

  “Taking off my shirt.” My chest becomes heavy and I try and swallow as my mouth turns dry.

  “But… you can’t sit there without a shirt,” I cry, waving my hand furiously in front of him.

  “Why? Will you not be able to keep your hands off me?” He smirks at me. He’s not far from the truth there, because the man’s chest is a thing of beauty; tanned, toned, a little glossy from a sheen of sweat settling over his skin from sitting close to the fire. Shut it down, Lilly, shut it down now.

  “As if, I’m not desperate,” I reply, rolling my eyes at him, which just makes him laugh.

  “The flushed cheeks tell me otherwise.” My jaw drops, did he just …

  “That is from the wine, most definitely not from you.”

  “Are you sure about that?” What a cocky bastard.

  “Of course I am.”

  “Last night says differently.” He raises a brow at me.

  “I was jet lagged.”

  “You couldn’t keep your eyes off my dick.”

  “That’s because I was in shock, finding a naked man in my home.”

  “Wasn’t ‘cause it’s been awhile?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “When was the last time someone touched you, admired you, satisfied you?”

  “You stop that right now. Stop it with that Italian sex voice. I’m sure it works on hundreds of ladies, but it’s not going to work on me. Yes, you are a very good-looking man, I’m sure you know this because you own a mirror. But, do not assume because I haven’t had sex in six months,” his eyes widen at my statement, “that I am some easy prey for you. I’m not one of those girls.”

  “Six months?”

  “Of course that is all you focus on. Yes, it’s been six months and I don’t see that ending anytime soon.” I glare at him. “When was the last time you had sex?” I ask, crossing my arms in front of me defensively.

  “A week ago.” Of course, look at him. Probably a different woman each night.

  “Ugh, men,” I gasp, throwing my hands up into the air. I stand up and walk into the kitchen, grabbing myself a glass of water to cool down.

  “Please, tell me you self-love.” I still, he did not just ask me that. Turning around quickly, I stalk towards him, pressing my finger into his hard chest.

  “Of course I do and it’s so much better than any orgasm any man has ever given me.”

  “Then you have been with the wrong men.” Those chocolate eyes look down on me, that cocky smirk infuriating me.

  “And guess what, there is no way in hell you’re going to be the right one, either. Good night, Luke.” I turn on my heel and stomp to my bedroom, slamming the door like some spoilt brat.

  5

  Luca

  Stupido. Stupido. Stupido. I pushed her too far. I took the flirting and joking too far. Especially after the story she told me about why she left Africa. Her ex is a moron. Lilly is a fun, smart, feisty, easy going, beautiful woman. She is so far from the women I usually date, I mean, she has a proper job, she’s a doctor. And the charity work she is doing isn’t some gala put on by rich people. She is in there, hands on with the underprivileged people, making their lives better on the ground.

  “Lilly,” I whisper, knocking on her door. I need to apologize to her. I let the wine go to my head and the craziness of the last couple of days might have caught up to me and made me act in a way I wouldn’t normally act. The door creaks open and I see her eyes are a little red. Shit, I made her cry.

  “Lilly…I’m…” But, I don’t get very far before she is pulling me into her. Her lips touching mine in a frantic kiss. I instinctively open for her, my hands finding her body and pulling it flush against me. Our tongues dueling between each other, neither willing to give up control.

  Tiny mewls, fall from her. “Please, don’t say a thing.” Lilly keeps kissing me, her hands roaming all over my bare chest. “Just, please, don’t speak.” My hands squeeze her ass through the thin material of her leggings.

  “Not even if it’s to tell you that I want to pick you up and lay you down on your bed, strip you out of your clothes.”

  “Nope.” She continues kissing me.

  “Not even to tell you that my lips and tongue want to kiss and lick every inch of your body, starting here,” I say, sucking on the delicate skin right under her ear. “Then moving along to here.” I kiss along her collar bone to the other side of her neck, where I let my teeth sink into her flesh, giving it a little nip. She lets out a moan. “Moving along further.” My lips move down from her neck to the swell of her breast, kissing the rounded flesh, moving down between her décolletage with my tongue, feeling the goosebumps break out all over her skin, until I reach the other side. “Your nipples are aching with need, they are demanding to be touched, caressed, sucked, aren’t they?” Our eyes meet for the briefest of moments, her face is a stunning pink, she gives me a nod, before closing her eyes again. “Good girl.” My hand snakes up from her ass and squeezes her breast, through the layers of material. Pushing her breast up toward me, my tongue tastes her nipple through the lace. Pressing the material against the sensitive bud, teasing her with it. Lilly’s hands dig into my hips, as my tongue sends her wild. Flicking across the lace, torturing her with the sensations, until I nudge the material away and suck her tight bud.

  “Luke.” Her head falls back in delight as I lavish each breast, slowly, then quickly, hungrily, knowing with each swipe of my tongue I make her wetter. The way she is responding to me is the biggest turn on, so open, I can read her desire all over her face.

  “I need more of you,” I tell her against her flushed skin, before turning her around quickly. Which makes her squeal. I press her against the cool wall of her bedroom, my heavy body against hers. My lips trailing down her neck, sucking, nippi
ng, lavishing. Lilly wiggles against me, I know what she is after, the throbbing need between her legs must feel unbearable, exactly like my cock, which is hard as steel against her curvaceous ass. “Be patient, little one,” I rasp, pushing myself against her. “We have all night.” Her head falls back against my shoulder, and I kiss her wanting lips. “I promise to make you feel good.” A smile falls across her lips, that’s when I know she is all in for tonight. My hand slides over her hip, and down between her legs, the palm of my hand rubbing the material of her leggings against her aching clit. Lilly’s teeth sink into her lip as she hums at the blissful contact. I take her earlobe between my teeth, biting down on the soft skin, making her hiss. My hand continues a rhythm between her legs, as well as my lips against her neck. Nip, rub, suck, kiss. Over and over I repeat that mantra, until I feel her soaked all the way through her leggings. I need to feel her arousal; I need to coat my fingers with her. She mewls when I take my hand away, but sighs when it dips beneath the fabric this time. Her body sags with pleasure as my fingers slip beneath the fabric, sinking into her inviting cunt.

  “Shit,” Lilly groans, as my fingers enter her.

  “You’re soaked, Lilly.” I feel her tightness around me. “Have you ever been this wet before?” She shakes her head. “I told you, you were with the wrong men.” Her head nods in agreement. “You deserve to be pleasured.” My fingers are moving furiously now inside of her, catching the delicate bundle of nerves with each movement. She’s panting now, her body is strung so tightly, she’s building up to the edge, but I don’t let up, my thumb catches her swollen clit and teases her. My hand is coated with her arousal, and I can’t wait to taste her, I bet she is sweet and delicious. I can tell by the way her body is responding to me. “Come for me, Lilly. I want to feel your cunt squeeze my fingers. Show me how much you want this.” My hand thrusts into her, deeper, feeling her walls beginning to close around me, until she is quaking around my fingers.

  “Oh, my God,” Lilly hisses, as the intensity of her orgasm catches her off guard. I continue through it, thrusting my fingers inside of her, another orgasm hitting, and this time she squirts all over my hand. “Holy shit,” Lilly screams, surprised. “I…that…that… has never happened before.” I kiss her lips before she has a moment to freak out over what just happened.

  “That was magnifico, Lilly. So responsive.” She shakes her head, embarrassed. I pull my hand from between her thighs, and turn her around. “Feel me.” I take her hand and hold it against my dick. I’m ready to burst out of my jeans. Her eyes widen as her hands grasps me. “Now, watch this.” Taking my hand that was nestled inside of her cunt, I suck on each of the fingers that were just inside of her, tasting her. Closing my eyes as I savor her, her taste is intoxicating.

  “Oh, my God.” Lilly looks at me in shock. What the hell kind of sex have these men been doing to her if this shocks her.

  “Delizioso,” I tell her, giving her a smirk.

  “I think that was one of the hottest things I have ever seen.” She’s still looking at me in shock.

  “Really? I have more where that comes from.” Dropping to my knees in front of her, Lilly looks down at me, with a smile on her face. “Take off your pants,” I demand, and she starts to push her leggings down. I help and pull the tight material off, with her underwear. She is standing before me in just her t-shirt and bra, nothing else. Now, I can admire her cunt with my own eyes. My fingers run over the smooth skin, which has been freshly shaven. Did she do this for me? I sure hope so. I press my lips against the creamy skin, my nose breathing in her sweetness, as I worship her cunt. Feather light kisses rain all over her skin. I lift up her leg and throw it over my shoulder.

  “Luke, no. I can’t.” Lilly squirms under my touch.

  “Ancora uno, one more.” She closes her eyes and shakes her head, as my tongue laps at her sweetness, at her swollen clit and lips. Fingers dig into my hair, anchoring herself to me, as I slowly devour her, showing her how desired she is. “One more,” I mumble against her, until her body shudders and tiny orgasmic spasms take over, liquefying her legs, as she begins to sag against the wall, unable to keep herself up any longer. I catch her, before she hits the floor. Not going to lie, that feels pretty amazing, making a woman come so hard she nearly collapses. Lilly is limp in my arms as I place her gently on her bed, her head resting against the pillow, her eyes fluttering shut.

  “Lilly.” I say her name, but all she can manage is a mumble of something incoherent. I hang my head, my dick groaning at the missed opportunity that is slowly disappearing. I wish I were buried deep inside that gorgeous cunt as well, I tell my throbbing dick.

  “Luca.” I still, my heart racing. Did she just say my real name? How? “Dormire.” Sleep she says in Italian. This is the first time I have heard her speak my mother tongue, and I like it, maybe a little too much. It’s probably for the best that I don’t sleep with Lilly, we both are going through complicated relationships at the moment. So, I do as she asks, pulling back the duvet, I turn on my side and spoon Lilly. My arm wrapping around her protectively, it feels nice to feel wanted for me and not for who I am.

  6

  Lilly

  A heavy arm is laying over me and a large palm is cupping my breast in a familiar way. It takes me a couple of moments to remember where I am and who I am with. I have no idea what time it is because it’s dark, which is most of the time here in winter, it could be 1am, could be 3pm, who knows. What I do know is, Luke is sleeping soundly against me, with an enormous hard on, which is pressed into my back. That can’t be comfortable. Memories of what happened last night return in all their technicolor and I remember falling asleep after one too many orgasms. No wonder men fall asleep so quickly, one orgasm must feel like multiple for women, because I just curled up into a ball and was out. I’m going to blame the jet lag, but the multiple orgasms were pretty good as well.

  Man, Luke is a dirty talker. I don’t think anyone has ever dirty talked me, or if they have, it was probably cringe worthy and I made them stop. But, Luke, wow, maybe it’s the accent or maybe Italian men know how to sex a lady properly. The way he teased my body was indescribable, no one has ever spent that amount of time on foreplay before. Usually, it’s just a couple of licks or some fingers dipped inside of you, hoping you hurry up and get wet so they can get their rocks off. But, Luke, he just …shivers break out over my body remembering the way he lavished me. And what a gentleman, as well, falling asleep right with me, even though he was probably beyond turned on and maybe a little miffed. Some guys would have woken me up and demand that I finish them, I know Rob would have. My stomach turns just thinking about my ex. I know now that what I had with Rob wasn’t love, it wasn’t even lust. And to think I was going to marry that man and put up with a nonexistent sex life. He wouldn’t have a nonexistent one; he’d probably be out shagging every single person he could. Totally dodged a bullet there, even though I’m not looking forward to the conversation with my parents about why Rob and I are no longer together. I’m sure it will be all my fault and I will have brought shame across the family, and how will they be able to socialize with his parents now that we are not together.

  No. Don’t let them ruin your post orgasm glow.

  I turn and look at the stranger in my bed. This is so unlike me to have a one-night stand or whatever this is, a hook up. I used to be a relationship kind of girl, four dates or more before you get sex. Now, this is the second one I’ve had. I follow the rules. But look where that got me, a cheating fiancé and nothing but heart break and trust issues. Maybe I should throw the rules out this time. Well, jumping on a plane and high tailing it out of Africa was totally breaking the rules, crashing a stranger’s holiday is another rule broken, as well as sleeping with him. And what has happened? Nothing. Nothing has happened to me for not adhering to the rules. Turning myself over in Luke’s arms, I stare at him. Probably totally creepy but it’s the only chance I can get. His black hair floppily hangs over his face, the start of stubble on h
is five o’clock shadow can be seen.

  Who is this man? Why is he in the middle of the Scottish Highlands during the holidays and why is he not with his family? Does it really matter, Lilly? I mull this last question over, do I have a right to ask more about him? I’m the one crashing his holiday, not the other way around.

  “Are you watching me sleep?” Luke’s voice makes me jump.

  “No,” I say quickly. His eyes are still closed.

  “Feels like you are.” He smirks.

  “Actually, I was just debating if I should wake you up or not to give you a blow job.” Luke’s eyes open at that remark. Throw those rules out, Lilly.

  “Never debate a blow job, any way is good.” I move across him.

  “Is that so. Good to know,” I answer, rubbing myself against him. I’ve noticed he has taken off his jeans and left his boxer briefs on, and somehow was able to put my knickers back on. Thick fingers dig into my ass as I move against his hardened cock.

  “You don’t have to do this.” Luke looks at me, letting me know that he doesn’t need the reciprocation from earlier.

  “I want to.” Pushing myself against him, I add, “I…I might suck at it, though.” Luke stills, his face is serious.

  “As long as you’re sucking, then it’s good.” My body relaxes a little at his joke.

  “Well, then…” I move down his body, my lips kissing his golden skin, making my way down to the sweet spot. His cock is already standing to attention and I know from last night it is pretty impressive. My fingers tug on the hem of his boxer briefs and they slide down. His cock springs to attention, nearly taking my eye out. Be serious, Lilly. This is a serious matter. You are trying to be sexy. Sexy for the Italian Stallion. I internally groan using my sister’s pet name for him. I look back up to Luke and he’s now resting on his elbows, watching me. How many girls have been in this same position? Hundreds, probably, look at him. They are probably all porn star worthy at giving head, as well.