Sexy Summers (Sexy Series) (3 page)

"Ah, yes! Fuck!" he cries as his release shoots into the back of my throat.

"Mmm," I moan, desperately drinking it in, loving it.
God I love blow-jobs.

I take one last gentle suck, before releasing him and looking up at his face with a grin.

"Jesus, Tilly. That was fucking awesome," he says, lifting me up off the bed. My legs wrap around his waist and I hold on to the back of his neck as he looks into my eyes for a moment, before running his tongue along the parting of my lips.
Oh yes, kissing... let's do that.
He softly rests his lips against mine and looks up to my eyes again. I don't want to gaze into his amazing blue eyes, I know all of those feelings will come rushing back to me and make me want him again.
You want him now, Til. Stop kidding yourself.

"Say it," he says with a smile.

I grin and move my mouth against his, gently kissing his soft, full lips. "That was fun," I say, and of course, again, I mean it. "Doing that to you was always fun. I love making you come like that."

"I love coming like that. I'll have to repay that favour later. But right now, you're going to kiss me."

"Are you going to say 'please'?"

"No. Kiss me."

"No! You kiss me!"

"Kiss me motherfucker!" he says and we both burst out laughing, before he presses his gorgeous mouth against mine. It's divine, his tongue working in precise rhythm with mine, our lips gliding against each other softly.
Oh wow, I forgot how amazing this is.

He walks with me to the huge window and presses me against it, it's freezing, even through my t-shirt, but being caught between the cold hardness of the glass, and the hot strength of his body is the most amazing sensation. He reaches between us and pulls my t-shirt up, breaking away to pull it over my head. I make a mental note to keep close so he doesn't notice Wriggler.

He presses me back against the window and I gasp loudly and tense as my warm skin touches the freezing glass. "Cold, Princess?" he asks with a cheeky smirk.

"It's freezing..."

"I'd better warm you up then," he says as he looks down at my now fully-erect nipples. "Mmm, would you look at that." He cups one of my boobs and lowers his mouth to my nipple, sucking it in. I groan loudly as he very lightly takes it between his teeth and flicks it with his tongue.

"Mmm, that's so good..." I moan, my boobs have been so sensitive ever since I missed that first period, and this is like the best massage in the whole world, with a great chunk of sexual arousal thrown in.

He groans and holds the other in his free hand, my legs tightening around his waist. He follows suit with his mouth and teases my other nipple. I arch back against the window, pushing against him and close my eyes in ecstasy. I feel my belly pressing up against him and revel in the fact that Wriggler is wedged between Mummy
and
Daddy. Even if Daddy has no idea.
Oh god, don't do this, Til, don't think of them together, don't picture him as a doting father...

He lifts his head and kisses my jaw. "These are bigger..." he says, firmly fondling my breasts in his giant hands, "how'd that happen?"

"Uh huh, I don't know..." I lie, grabbing fistfuls of his gorgeous, messy blonde hair and yanking his head towards me, devouring his mouth.
One way of changing the subject.

He takes me back to the bed and kneels onto it, with me still hooked to his front. He lowers us down and again - feeling his belly pressed firmly against mine, makes me think how safe our little baby is right now. Tucked away inside me, cosy and warm, covered by Luke's big protective frame. I so wish I'd made this baby with a different Luke, a committed Luke, a family man Luke. But then, I suppose, that just wouldn't be the Luke I like so much.
Damn it, why do I always have to like the fucking bad-boys?

I know he's ready for me again by the hard rod, digging into my thigh. I need to prepare for how we're going to do this without him seeing my midriff region. I reach down and grab hold of him. "So, you want to prod me with this thing?" I ask with a huge grin on my face and Luke laughs.

"I want to prod you, poke you, do all sorts of probing with that thing."

I laugh with him, "Good, because I want to be prodded, and poked and probed, more than you could possibly know..."

"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 holida
ys 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.