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 head 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
