by JA Low
“Now, let me clean you up.” Grabbing her leg, I place it over my shoulder.
“Luke?” she questions me.
“Lilly,” I reply, staring back at her.
She bites her bottom lip nervously. Turning my head ever so slightly, I press a kiss against her soft, creamy thigh. Her teeth sink further into her luscious lip. Running my nose along the softness of her thigh until I find her open wide for me, I do exactly as I told her I’d do, I lick up every single bit of sweetness with my tongue until she’s screaming out my name again. Her entire body shudders as the tiny orgasmic spasms take over, liquefying her legs, and 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’s a pretty big ego boost 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’s slowly disappearing.
I wish I were buried deep inside that gorgeous pussy as well, I tell my 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’ve heard her speak my mother tongue, and I like it. It’s probably for the best that we didn’t go any further, we’re both full of complications at the moment. This was just an animalistic need brought on by whisky. That’s it, whisky and wine.
Pulling back the duvet, I turn on my side and spoon Lilly with my arm wrapping around her. It’s nice to feel wanted for me and not for who I am.
6
Lilly
A heavy arm is lying 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’m with. I have no idea what time it is because it’s dark, which it is most of the time here in winter. It could be one in the morning or three in the afternoon, 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 earlier in the afternoon return in all their technicolor, then I remember falling asleep after one too many orgasms. No wonder men fall asleep so quickly, one orgasm must feel like multiple for women.
Man, Luke’s 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 finger bangs 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’ve woken me up and demanded that I finish them. I know for sure 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 damn lust. And to think I was going to marry that man and put up with a non-existent sex life. He most certainly wouldn’t have a non-existent one—he’d probably be out shagging every single woman he could find. 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’ll have brought shame across the family. They’ll yell at me about how they won’t be able to socialize with his parents anymore now we’re not together.
No. Don’t let them ruin your newfound singleness.
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. 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 have always followed the rules and look where that got me—a cheating fiancé, heartbreak, and a lifetime of trust issues.
Maybe I should think about throwing the rules out the window.
You kind of already have. That’s right, inner me, I have.
I disappeared halfway across the world and ended up in bed with a hot Italian who gave me multiple orgasms. See what happens when you throw the rules out the window? Good things happen.
Rolling myself over in Luke’s arms, I stop and stare at him. Totally creepy, I know, but it’s the only chance I can get without it being weird. His dark hair floppily hangs over his face. My fingers itching to move it away, so I can look at him in all his glory. His square jaw sees the start of his five o’clock shadow.
Will I get another chance with him? Or was it a one-off mix of too much whisky and wine kind of thing?
Who’s this man?
Why is he in the middle of the Scottish Highlands?
Why is he not with his family, especially an Italian family? I can’t imagine they would be happy about him not being home for the holidays.
Is he single? My stomach drops for a moment. I didn’t think about if he had a partner or not as I pulled him into my bed earlier.
Oh, shit. Shit.
“Are you watching me sleep?” Luke’s voice makes me jump.
“No,” I say quickly. His eyes are still closed.
“Feels like you are.” A smirk falls across his lips.
“Are you single?”
His eyes open wide. “I’m no cheater, Lilly.” His voice dips low at my question.
“I just…”
“I’d never have let it go as far as it did if I was.” He sits up on one elbow, the white sheet falling, exposing his rippling chest.
Do not drool, Lilly.
“Just wanted to check, because…” Heat falls across my cheeks as the thoughts swirling in my mind aren’t voiced.
“Because what?” He seems genuinely curious.
Throw out the rules, Lilly!
“I was debating if I should wake you up or not to give you a blow job.” My words are out in a rush.
Luke chuckles beside me. “Never debate a blow job. A blow job is always a good idea. Always!”
Smiling back at him I think, Make the move. Make the move, my inner me chants.
So, I do as I’m told and push him onto his back and straddle him. “Good to know.” As I unabashedly begin to rub myself against him, I notice he’s taken off his jeans and left his boxer briefs on. At some point, he’s put my underwear back on too. Why does that warm my heart?
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.
“I want to.” Pushing myself against him, I say, “I… I might suck at it, though.”
Luke stills, his face is now serious. He reaches out and cups my concerned face. “As long as you’re sucking, then it’s all good.”
My body relaxes a little at his joke. You’ve got this, girl!
“Well, then…” Leaning over and placing a kiss on his chest, my lips meet pure hardness as they make their way down every dip and plain of his body. Further and further I move down to the sweet spot. He’s already standing at attention against the tightness of his boxer briefs. My fingers tug on the hem of his underwear, and they slide down. His cock springs to attention, nearly taking my eye out.
Be serious, Lilly. This is a serious matter. You’re 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 who’s now resting on both elbows, watching me.
How many girls have been in this same position? Hundreds probably, you only have to look at him. They are probably all porn-star worthy at giving he
ad as well.
“Get out of that head of yours.” Luke grins down at me. “I can hear the wheels turning all the way up here.”
I close my eyes and die of embarrassment.
This isn’t 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 damn, 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.”
“Perfection, huh?” I can see his ego-inflating smirk now.
Good one, Lil, tell him more.
“That’s what I thought last night when I saw you for the first time. You have one good-looking dick.”
Luke bursts out laughing.
This wasn’t 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, I know it. This isn’t good.
Luke sits up and stares at me. “Lilly, you don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. What we did earlier… was enough.”
Urgh, 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’ve watched on blow jobs when I was trying to impress Rob. Maybe I shouldn’t have, 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, mio...” 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.” I know that means beautiful, so I must be doing okay. Now I turn the suction on. “Fanculo.”
Ah-huh swear words, that must mean he’s liking it, so I continue sucking him in, further and further down my throat. Holy cow, who knew I could deep throat. Hell, yeah, I’m 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, and his fingers are digging into the sheet, I know I’m a motherfucking porn star. “Oh, mio dio, my God.” Luke groans, and I’m so lost in being a porn star that I miss him tapping me on the arm, ignoring him, I continue on. My hand cups his balls, which makes his toes curl, and he releases the deepest, wildest sound 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’m going to throw up. It’s warm. Eww.
Everything happens in slow motion.
I spit 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. Eww.
“Lilly, that was the biggest load I’ve ever blown.” He looks at me in shock, then we both burst out laughing.
I always thought sex was serious until now.
Who knew it would be awkward and funny and a little bit messy?
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’ll know to be more forceful with my tapping. She seemed very lost in giving me head at the time. Thankfully, we were both able to laugh about it.
“I’m so sorry.” Lilly looks up at me with those bright blue eyes.
“Not the ending I thought was going to happen.” I notice a bit of me drip off her chin. That, right there is every man’s dirty little fantasy.
“I…”
Lilly’s embarrassed about it but starts laughing again.
“Next time I’ll know to tap a little harder.”
“Next time I might learn how to swallow.”
She’s thinking about a next time—I want there to be a next time.
“Um… so I might just go and clean up.” Jumping out of her bed, she hightails it into her bathroom, the door slamming shut behind her. The sound of the shower turns on, and I know that’s my cue to leave. Pulling my underwear up, I grab my jeans and head on back to my bedroom to grab a shower.
The warm water flows over me as memories of earlier filter back through my mind about how responsive she was to my tongue. I think Lilly’s ex was some kind of selfish bastard, who wouldn’t want to bring Lilly to her knees via his tongue. She’s different to the other girls I’ve dated, not that we’re dating.
What are we exactly? Passing the time? Hanging out?
Honestly, I couldn’t imagine any of the models or socialites to have laughed over our sexual mishap. No, they would’ve swallowed me down like pros and would have made a big song and dance over it too. No, those girls are so perfect, superhuman even, they would’ve 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 a while because they all end up looking the same.
It’s refreshing. No, Lilly is refreshing. She is who she is and doesn’t seem to apologize for it. She wears leggings and old T-shirts, her hair is pulled up in a messy, knotty ponytail. She doesn’t wear a lick of makeup, yet she is one of the most beautiful women I’ve seen.
She can never be yours, Luca.
Ah, but she can be Luke’s.
While I am here, I’m going to be Luke. Luke relaxes and has fun and doesn’t worry about the consequences. He has no burdens, his life is great, uncomplicated. I want to be that man for Lilly.
“All clean?” Lilly asks as I walk into the kitchen, the delicious aromas filling my nose. The scene is oddly domestic, and I kind of like it.
“Yes. All clean.” As I pass Lilly, I give her a kiss on the cheek and a tap on her bottom which makes her giggle.
“Who said you could touch me so freely?” She raises an eyebrow 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,” I tell her.
“For as long as the snowstorm has set in,” she adds, trying to give us an end date.
Shaking my head, I’m being utterly selfish because she’s taking my mind off things back home, and in all honesty, it’s what I need at the moment.
“This snowstorm is going to be around for a while.” Resting my hip against the kitchen bench, I continue, “This is your home. You should be able to stay.” My answer surprises her as she stills what she is doing.
“I’ve crashed your holiday. It’s not fair for you to pay and have a boarder with you.”
“I don’t care about the money.” Her eyes widen at my answer.
“It’s a lot of money.”
I shrug. Money is no issue for me. I crack open the bottles of beer.
“No.” Turning and glaring at me, she says, “I don’t feel right about that. I’ll ask my sister to refund your entire stay.”
“What? No.” I place the bottles of beer on the counter. “
Lilly don’t worry about the money.”
She keeps shaking her head. “It doesn’t feel right.”
“You’re cooking a gorgeous dinner for me,” I say, soaking in the smell. “If I were by myself, I’d be living on cheese and whisky for the entire month. So, you’re really doing me a favor.” Those blue eyes narrow trying to work me out. “I’m enjoying your company,” I add, which makes her brow quirk up a little and a smile fall across her lips.
Picking up the bottle of beer, I hand it to her in a kind of peace offering way. She takes it from me, and I raise my bottle to hers. “To being stuck in a snowstorm.” We clink our bottles and take a sip.
“So, Luke…” Lilly starts as she stirs the bubbling concoction in the pot. “Where do you come from?”
I knew she’d want to know more, especially if we’re going to continue spending our time in each other’s beds.
“Italy.” Taking a nervous sip of my beer, Lilly rolls her eyes at me as she continues stirring. “I split my time between Roma and Firenze, sometimes Toscana.”
“Rome, Florence, and Tuscany?” she repeats, turning her head to look at me.
“Si.” I take another sip of my beer.
“What do you do for a living, then? Those are some of the most beautiful cities in the world.”
“I’m a businessman,” I reply, leaving it pretty vague.
She eyes me suspiciously but decides not to press any further.
“Do you mind setting the table? Dinner’s almost ready.”
Placing my beer on the table, I grab the cutlery from the drawers and move around setting the kitchen table.
Lilly brings over two large bowls and positions them on the table.
“I took a risk making Spaghetti Bolognese for an Italian, but it was quick and easy.”
“You do know that Bolognese isn’t technically Italian.” My family would kill me if I didn’t do my service preserving the Italian culture.
