by J. A. Low
“Get out of that head of yours.” Luke grins at me. “I can hear the wheels turning all the way up here.” I close my eyes and die of embarrassment, this is not sexy at all. Suck it up, Lilly. Ha, ha, you said suck it up when you really are about to suck it up. “Is my dick amusing to you?” Luke raises a brow at me, oh bugger, I was grinning at the stupid joke inside my head and he thinks I’m making fun of his dick.
“No, your dick is perfection.” This makes him grin.
“Perfection, huh?” I can see his ego inflating now. Good one, Lil, tell him more. “That’s what I thought last night when I saw you for the first time; you had one good-looking dick.” Luke bursts out laughing. This was not how I saw my blow job going.
“You have interesting dirty talk, Lilly. Especially when my dick is out.” I look down at said object, which is staring right back at me.
“When I’m nervous, I get the giggles and think crazy things in my head.” I’m babbling. This isn’t good. Luke sits up now and stares at me.
“Lilly, you don’t have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with. What we did earlier, was enough.” Ugh, why is he being so sweet, and what we did earlier was enough for me but not for him. Pull up those granny panties and take one for womankind, and suck that dick like you’re some kind of porn star. I’m trying to recall past PornHub videos I watched on blow jobs, when I was trying to impress Rob. Maybe I shouldn’t, they didn’t seem to do the trick. My head moves and before Luke can say anything else nice to me, I have his dick firmly in my mouth. “Oh, my God.” Luke falls back against the bed, and the groan that falls from his mouth is hot, like he kind of likes it. I move my mouth up and down his shaft. “Bellissimo.” That means beautiful, so I must be doing okay. Now I turn the suction on in my mouth. “Fanculo.” Swear words, that must mean he likes it, so I continue sucking him in, further and further down my throat, holy cow, who knew I could deep throat. Hell yeah, I am totally taking him all the way back in my throat. This is awesome, I feel powerful, I feel alive, I feel like a woman. Great, now I have that Shania Twain song stuck in my head. Oh, Oh, Oh. Man, I feel like a woman. I’m so lost in karaoke land, that I’ve totally forgotten what the hell I’m doing, but the slew of Italian curse words coming from Luke’s mouth, the way his eyes are closed, his back is arched, his fingers are digging into the sheet? I’m a mother fucking porn star. “Oh, mio dio.” Luke groans, and I’m so lost in being a porn star that I miss him tapping me on the arm. My hands cup his balls, which makes his toes curl, and he releases the deepest, wildest sound from him just as a surprise hits the back of my throat. Oh, my God, he just came in my mouth. I have never swallowed before. I can’t swallow this, it tastes gross, oh, my God, I think I am going to throw up, it’s warm. Ewwwww. Everything happens in slow motion and I spit spunk out all over him. Luke has just had the best blow of his life. I’m totally calling it for him. And I go and ruin it by spraying him with his own love juices. Luke’s chocolate eyes widen as he looks down at himself, then up at me, as I’m wiping my mouth, some of it drips down my chin. Ewwww.
“Lilly, that was the biggest load I have ever blown.” He looks at me in shock, then we both burst out laughing, because sex doesn’t always have to be serious and sometimes it’s messy, and awkward and funny.
7
Luca
Not going to lie, that was one of the best and worst blow jobs of my life. Best, because that woman has a phenomenal mouth, and worst, because, well, my load ended up all over me. Next time, I know to be more forceful with my tapping, she seems very lost in giving me head. Thankfully, we were both able to laugh about it. Lilly’s preparing something in the kitchen while I have a shower. She’s different to the other girls I’ve dated, not that we are dating. I couldn’t imagine any of the models or socialites acting the way she does, no makeup, her hair tussled in a messy bun, walking around the cottage in leggings, falling asleep during sex. No, those girls are perfect, super-human even, they would have taken whatever I gave them and asked for more. But, I’m coming to realize it’s the dents and kinks in someone that makes them who they are. Having a flat, shiny surface loses its appeal after awhile, they all end up looking the same.
“All clean,” I say, walking into the kitchen, which is filled with delicious aromas. The scene is oddly domestic and I kind of like it. As I pass Lilly, I give her a kiss on the cheek and a tap on her bottom, this makes her giggle.
“Who said you could touch me so freely?” She raises an eyebrow at me as I grab two beers from the fridge.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize it was a one-time kind of thing.” Genuinely, I’m surprised. She looks away, flustered, as she stirs something in the pot.
“I…just …didn’t think you would … you know…” she says nervously. I want more time with her, especially in bed.
“You can have me for as long as you want.”
“For as long as the snow storm is for.” I shake my head, because I want her for the whole time. She’s taking my mind off of things and it’s what I need at the moment, which kind of sounds selfish.
“At the moment, I’m enjoying your company, and the way I see it, you might as well stay, it is your home after all and you’ve just travelled halfway across the world to see it,” I tell her, cracking open the bottles of beer, handing one to her, which she takes, having a big sip. I do the same.
“But, you paid for it. I can’t keep the money.”
“No. Take it, please, I am still staying here and you are cooking for me. I think that evens itself out, don’t you?” She doesn’t look convinced.
“Maybe, but I still feel bad about crashing your holiday.”
“Honestly, I just needed to get away from my life for a while, and I chose the furthest point away from my home.”
“And your home is?” I knew she would have questions about who I am.
“Roma, Firenze sometimes Toscana.”
“You live in Rome, Florence and Tuscany?”
“Si.”
“Like, seriously, what on earth do you do? Those are some of the most beautiful cities in the world.”
“I’m a businessman,” I tell her, hoping she won’t ask any more. She eyes me suspiciously but decides to not press me further. I help her set the table, while she serves out the food.
“I took a risk making spaghetti Bolognese for an Italian, but it was quick and easy.”
“It smells good, plus, I’m starving, and I didn’t have to cook so that’s a bonus,” I respond, giving her a wink.
“Saluti,” I say, holding up my beer.
“Saluti,” she cheers back. We both dig in furiously.
“This is delicious,” I say between mouthfuls.
“Wow, that means a lot coming from you.” She gives me a crooked smile.
“Now, if you can find me proper coffee, then I might have to think about marrying you.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen around here, so you better call off the priest now.” We both laugh.
The conversation flows between us easily, she tells me about her childhood nanny and the crazy things they got up to, she also told me about her Nan and the fun times she had sitting in this cottage. This is a far cry from the privileged upbringing I had.
“Wanna play a game?” Lilly asks. My brows raise. She’s kinky as well, this girl is full of surprises. “Get your head out of the gutter, Luke. I was meaning a board game.” I don’t remember the last time I played a board game or even if I have.
“Um, sure.”
“Don’t look so scared. I promise to go easy on you.” Lilly gives me a wink as she excitedly jumps up from the dining table and rustles in the hallway cupboard. She walks back with a dusty box and places it down on the table.
“Monopoly, what is that?”
“What?” she screeches. “You have never played Monopoly?” Lilly looks at me as if I am some rare breed of alien.
“No, we didn’t play board games in my family.”
“Oh, my God. I feel sorry for you; wh
at kind of childhood did you have that there was no Monopoly.” She says it as a joke but little does she know how rigid of a life I grew up with. “It’s one of the greatest games on earth. I thought, you being a businessman and all, that this would be right up your alley.”
“Be warned, I am a ruthless businessman and I will be an even more ruthless opponent,” I tell her, taking my seat back at the table.
“Game on, then.” She is glaring at me over the table.
“What, no! What do you mean I have to pay you rent, I don’t have any money left?” I exclaim, looking at the board.
“You have to sell everything and pay or declare bankruptcy and I win.” How on earth did this woman beat me at a game of real estate.
“Take pity on me, woman, this is my first time,” I tease her.
“Hell, no. I’m one of the most competitive people you will ever know, there is nothing that you can offer me that would make me change my mind.” Challenge accepted. I stand up and walk around to her, and start kissing her neck.
“What… what are you doing?” Her voice is shaky.
“You said there was nothing in the world that would make you forfeit the game and I’m just testing this theory.” My lips trail all over her skin, tiny goosebumps prickle under my lips.
“This is cheating, you know…” Her words trail away as my lips continue their assault.
“Or, I’m switching to a new game, one that we both can win at.” This makes her laugh.
“That seems like a valid suggestion.” She giggles. I walk around the chair and ask for her hand, which she gives me willingly. I pull her up out of the chair, then throw her over my shoulder. “Luke, Luke,” she screams with delight, thumping my back. Luckily, the cottage is small as I rush towards my room, kicking the door open and throwing her on the bed. “You’re crazy.”
“I guess your crazy is rubbing off onto me,” I say, giving her a smirk. I open the bedside table and pull out a condom and throw it onto the bed, her eyes widen at the action.
“Guessing the game is getting serious.” Her eyes darken to an almost sapphire as she starts to undress, the timidness that she had shown before now gone, as she's feeling comfortable in my company. I follow her lead and strip off my t-shirt and track pants. She throws her leggings at me, which makes me laugh. I settle myself over her, hovering enough that I don’t squash her.
“You were a pleasant surprise.” She smiles up at me.
“So were you.” The moment settles between us, both of us surprised at the ease we find ourselves in, seeing as we are very much strangers, but at this moment in time, I feel like I can be myself, not the person my family wants me to be, no responsibility, no pressure, no pretending. Just me. Luca.
8
Lilly
“Have you slept with him yet?” Lauren asks. I haven’t spoken to her in a couple of days and, well, a lot has happened since that first call. Luke and I have spent the past 48 hours snuggled in bed and, of course, doing other things. I don’t think anyone has screwed my brains out like he has. I should have messed around with an Italian earlier, the rumors are true they are great lovers, and not selfish at all. He spends way more time satisfying me than himself, I’m in a continual state of bliss.
“Lolly!”
“Please, don’t hold out on the deets. You’re still there so I can only assume things are going well?”
“I have spent the past couple of days in bed… not alone.” I pull the phone away from my ear as Lauren screams down it, deafening me.
“Fate. I told you fate has her hands in this.”
“Luke has his hands in it,” I joke.
“Oh, my God, who is this person? I don’t know this Lilly at all, she jokes, she’s not so wound up.”
“I’m just having some fun, whatever is happening between us has an expiration date, one month, that’s all. Then I have to sort myself out.”
“Send us a picture, I need to see him.”
“I can’t just snap a picture of him.”
“Yes, you can, a sneaky selfie. Tell him I need to have it as security, in case something happens to you, I know who to blame.”
“Lolly, you sound like me.”
“Oh, how the tables have turned.” She laughs.
“So, what have you guys been up to?”
“Lilly, this place is magical. When the sun sets over the national park, the golds and reds, then you see an elephant walk past or a giraffe. I think I’m dreaming.” This makes me chuckle; the same awe she is expressing is exactly what I felt arriving in this faraway place. It was completely magical, the landscape has this unbelievable light that hits it just right and everywhere you look, looks like you are in the middle of a National Geographic book. Each time I went on safari, David Attenborough’s voice echoed in my head.
“Now, see that gazelle, striding through the open spaces, what she doesn’t know is danger lurks just under the surface.”
“We went to the Maasai Mara village, the colors, the people, they are all so beautiful.” I can tell Lauren has fallen in love with the country as much as I did.
“How’s Alistair going?” The poor guy, he’s lived a sheltered life in Glencoe, going down to London is as overseas as he gets.
“He is blown away. I don’t think he ever dreamt there was such things outside of his village. Like, he was happy there, but now, now he is like, I want to see more. Let’s do this, let’s do that. He’s turned into some kind of adventurer.” My heart fills with happiness. Even though we are not together, I’m glad that they are experiencing the world. “Have you heard from Rob?” This makes me huff.
“Yes, a very pathetic email.”
“What a turd face. But read it to me.” I open my laptop and pull up my emails.
“Dearest Lilly,” it starts.
“Seriously, after all those years, that’s how he starts, like you’re some kind of stranger or his Nan. This isn’t the 18th century, ye bastard.” Lauren is a little fired up, I can see.
“Anyway…” I continue.
“I am grieved to find out that you left Africa without telling me. I thought as your fiancé you should have discussed this before one leaves.”
“This man is a total douche. That you need his permission to go away. Hell no. You dodged a bullet there, sista.”
I continue. “I was very upset to hear from your sister the reasons as to why you had left. This is in no way my fault, especially with your lack of communication, how would I know that you were upset. You understand that a man has needs and if his future wife is not performing them, he has a right to seek help elsewhere.”
“What the actual fuck,” Lolly screams down the phone. “No, he did not just say that, did he? Is he mental? He has to be.”
“I’m afraid he’s serious. It gets worse.”
“I believe that living away in the African desert can be quite trying for a woman, and so I will give you time back home to recuperate before I expect you back by my side. I do not want to have to tell our parents about this oversight in our relationship, they will be both so displeased.”
“Lilly, I don’t think I hit him hard enough, because this isn’t right. How dare he speak to you like that.”
“I know, I kind of just ignored it because I was so busy; we worked different shifts at the hospital and we didn’t live together so we only saw each other for dates, and they were infrequent due to being on call. So I never saw this side of him.”
“Seriously, babe, he thinks he’s some Lord from the 18th Century. His values are so archaic.”
“I know. I’m just realizing now what my life would have been like if we had married.”
“You know Mum and Dad are going to be displeased, because nothing we do pleases them, so really, that’s not a true threat, is it?” Lauren states.
“Exactly, and honestly, Luke has opened my eyes to how I should have been treated. That I deserve to be happy in my work and in my love life.”
“Preach it, sister, good sex will do that every t
ime. My Ali is amazing, the things that farmer boy can do to me, it’s like he’s been repressed all his life and, boom, I’ve brought out his inner sex God.”
“La, La, La, La. I do not need to know any of this.” My stomach is turning as the crazy visuals hurtle through my mind.
“Fine, just know your sister is very satisfied by a man who many would see as a boring farmer.”
“Hey, I’m not boring,” I hear Alistair call out in the background.
“You most certainly are not,” Lauren giggles flirtatiously.
“Okay, I’m going to go cause this is just weird. Have fun and enjoy the sights.”
“We will. Enjoy your hot Italian and, remember, I want pictures.” I roll my eyes at her.
“Love you, Lolly.”
“Love you, Lilly.”
I place the phone down on my bed and a tiny tear falls down my cheek. I miss her so much, but I’m glad she is having fun, she deserves it. I close my laptop and try and forget about Rob’s letter. I’m so thankful he cheated on me, otherwise, I would have been blind about his true personality. Would he have made me stop practicing medicine to have children? Would he have cheated through our entire marriage? Would I be some glorified stay at home mother that had to make sure that his dinner was on the table when he came home? That is not at all what I want from my life. Yes, I want kids, but I also still want to practice medicine, even if it was part time, why can’t I do both?
9
Luca
“I am so sorry, but it’s tradition.” Lilly apologizes for the hundredth time.
“It’s just dinner at a pub, how bad could it be?” Her eyes widen, and is that fear that I see behind those blue eyes?
“It will be an experience.” She gives me a wary smile. We are currently standing in the snow out in front of the village pub. It’s Christmas Eve and, apparently, it’s tradition in the village to all come down to have dinner at the pub. Like, everyone, Lilly says. There should be about a hundred people there, but standing in front of the small building, I don’t understand how that many people can fit into it. “Stick close to me. Don’t answer any questions you don’t feel comfortable with. Tell them to keep their noses to themselves.”
