Holidate From Hell

I re-organize the highlighters, pencils, and erasers that I have neatly set up on the table in the library's study room. I have organized and reorganized these study supplies about a million times, waiting for this asshole to arrive for his tutoring session. Unsurprisingly, like every week, he’s late because he thinks he’s the king of the world and my time doesn’t matter. I roll my eyes glancing down at my smart watch as rage boils my blood. I should have known taking this job as a tutor for college athletes would be a pain in the ass. But the other peer tutors didn’t have the same issues with their football and basketball players as I’m having with my stupid baseball player. My cell phone pings with a text alert, and if it’s this asshole telling me he can’t make it, I’m going to go to my boss and ask for her to assign someone else to our college’s “Baseball God” because I couldn’t put up with his bullshit anymore. But, when I open and read the text, I feel butterflies take flight in my stomach, and my mood improves tenfold.

The guy I met on a dating app I’d been talking to all semester sent me a swoon-worthy text. Even though my dick-obsessed best friend set up the account using my phone number because she was trying to see if the guy she was dating was swiping for girls at the time. Shortening my name to Eve to not give away my true identity and only using faceless images of me on the profile, I still received an alarming amount of messages from male admirers. I know it may sound desperate or sad, but it was a total confidence booster for men to flood my inbox because I am never the girl men seek out to date. I have the hottest best friend, and I just always faded into the background around her, which was totally fine with me because I’m painfully shy. But this guy Oliver on the app made me feel seen for one of the first times in my life, and I reveled in the attention. At first, I found Oliver off-putting because his dating profile only consisted of pictures of his rock-hard abs and Golden Retriever. Still, we just fell into easy conversation with one another, and I waited with bated breath for every message he sent me. 

“Aw, I knew my presence always brings a smile to that pretty face of yours,” Luke Paul, the “Baseball God”, taunts, sending me a wink. He places a hand to his heart like he is honored that I’d smile in his presence before sliding his backpack off his broad shoulders. Luke Paul takes his seat across from me, man-spreading his big body. I narrow my eyes at him so he will feel my annoyance but the asshole just gives me a gorgeous smile that I’m sure melts every girl’s panties across many Florida college campuses. Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure Luke Paul is a nice guy, but his college baseball stardom makes him unbearable. Anytime I am in forced proximity to Luke Paul, I want to rip off every fingernail and toenail I have because he is so damn cocky. I’m sure if you ask him, he’ll swear to you that he can, indeed, walk on water. If you looked up dumb jock in the dictionary, you’d see a picture of Luke Paul’s gorgeous face. If you rattle the characteristics off a list, he fits every star athlete stereotype.

Cocky? Check!

Competitive? Check!

Flirty? Check!

Tall? Check!

 Super fit? Check!

Charming? Check!

Undeniably sexy? Check!

A complete and utter dumbass? Double check!

I roll my eyes in his direction, snapping open the Economic textbook and getting right down to business. He carelessly wastes my time, so I will get pleasure from grinding his gears by pretending his flirting, natural charm, and good looks didn’t faze me. I clear my throat, responding, “You’re seventy minutes late, so you only have twenty minutes left of your tutoring session, so let’s get started. I’m sure your small brain needs me to talk extremely slowly for you to understand the information, so I’ll try to break it down in dumbass-speak as best as possible.” Then, I look into his rage-filled eyes, giving him my award-winning smile. I can’t help but prod at him because he needs to be knocked down a few notches. Luke Paul needs to understand not every girl hangs on to his every word and is willing to do his bidding because he shows them some attention.

“You know, I actually need the entire hour and a half because I’m failing economics. I’ll buy you dinner if you give me those seventy minutes,” Luke pleads with me, tapping a pencil against the table. I make the mistake of gazing into his big, beautiful crystal blue eyes, which cause my mouth to go bone dry. For a second, I almost let my pussy do the thinking for me and gave in to his request. But what the fuck? This man has been treating me like a minion since we started working together, and I was not going to act like the leading woman in a cliché teen drama. You know, the ones where the nerdy dowdy girl falls for the popular jock because he plays nice with her. Fuck no! I peer back into his pretty blue eyes, my conscience getting the better of me; I let out a deep sigh. A slow smirk creeps across his face, making me narrow my eyes, anger pricking at my skin.

“I feel bad that you’re failing, and I want to do everything I can to help you pass-“ I start to say, but Luke interrupts me.

“Everything? So, you’ve been holding out on me, teach! You could have just given me the answers to the final this whole time,” Luke loudly whispers, eagerness shining bright on his face. I can’t tell if the moron is joking or being serious. I pick up the textbook and lean over to swat him with it against his broad, muscular chest. Based on the tight stretch of the fabric, his muscular chest is barely contained by his crisp white crewneck shirt.

“No, you idiot! Plus, that isn’t funny. I’m not trying to get kicked out of school. Why were you late anyways,” I ask, passing him a practice exam and eyeing him curiously. The tips of his ears tinge red, and he swallows hard. I can’t believe my eyes. The overly self-assured Luke Paul is flustered. The red heat creeping up his face also means that my question has embarrassed him. His atypical reaction to my question sends my brain into overdrive. I ponder in my mind what could possibly make someone with an ego the size of Florida blush. Wait. No, fucking way! Before I can think better of it, I yell accusingly, “Were you late because you were, ya’ know, doing it?” I quickly clasp my hand over my mouth, embarrassed about the crass words that carelessly slip from my lips. I feel dirty just voicing such a personal question.

Luke rubs the back of his neck, letting out a small uncomfortable laugh, and nods. I glare at him so hard that if looks could kill, he’d be a murder victim discussed on tonight’s evening news. He has the audacity to ask me for more time when he can’t put his dick away or deny himself some pussy to get to our tutoring session on time. I am a total idiot. I almost fell for his pleas for help.

“Are you serious? You made me wait here for over an hour so you could get your rocks off! If you aren’t taking your economics tutoring seriously, that’s on you. I get paid either way and would you look at the time you have ten minutes left and counting,” I huff at him, avoiding eye contact because those pretty blues would have me here until midnight if I gave into his good looks and charisma. 

“Come on, Everly! What are you, jealous? You know, you’re actually a very pretty girl. You have those big chocolate brown doe eyes and nice full lips. If you actually put in some effort, a lot of men would think you were smokin’ hot. I can see it. I mean, If you extend our tutoring session, I’d definitely make it worthwhile,” Luke flirts, sending sparks of desire down my spine as he strokes the back of my hand. I am mortified! This man is propositioning me for sex, thinking I’m going to fall all over myself to do what he wants, just to ride his dick in the bedroom. God, did this man really have it this easy?

“I’m not interested. Plus, I don’t need your validation of my appearance. That’s not why we’re here. You have five minutes and counting left of our session,” I state, giving him my sternest glare. Luke glares back, and we spend the last five minutes of our study session in a stare-down. I know this won’t end well for me. My boss would rip me a new asshole if she knew I willingly let the star baseball player flunk out of economics before his season even starts. I hate Luke Paul; his privilege and how one looks at him drenches my panties. As he gets up to leave, I say, “We have the study room for another hour and a half, but you need to be serious. If you fail economics, you can kiss your baseball season goodbye.” Luke smiles at me, and the only thing I can think about for the next hour and a half is how his compliments and small touches melt me into a pool of lust. I couldn’t wait for the semester to end, so I would no longer be forced to sit in the presence of Luke Paul, the “Baseball God”.

I had a stressful Friday, filled with group projects and tests. I am so over the first semester of my sophomore year of college. Christmas break is only a few weeks away, and I have never been so excited for a holiday break in my life. At least I had Oliver helping me get through my most stressful days. I lay on my bed rubbing my temples, trying to relieve some stress. A sexy message Oliver had recently sent me runs rampant in my mind. His dirty words are set to a replay looping through my brain, causing me to feel butterflies in my pussy anytime I think about his sexy messages. I may come off as a total innocent prude to the outside world, but every girl has an internal freaky girl waiting to be unleashed. I, Everly Edwards, am no exception. Oliver had such a nasty mind and dirty mouth that he tapped into my inner freak. His racy messages make me want to touch myself, and after a day like I had, that is precisely the self-care I need at the moment. I love a good solo pleasure session, especially after an incredibly stressful day.

Oliver had messaged me filling me in on a dream he had last night. In the dream, he described me on all fours on his bed with his tongue traveling down my spine, licking between my butt cheeks until it came to my hot wet pussy. He tongued my vagina while he stroked first my clitoris and then my pussy lips until I begged him to fuck me. Oliver told me that in his dream, he ate the fuck out of my pussy until I screamed his name, edging toward my orgasm. He stops eating me, slaps my ass, and enters the swollen wet folds of my vagina hard and fast. In the message, Oliver describes himself fucking me into multiple orgasms, doggy style, while he toys with my nipples and strokes the bud between my thighs until I can’t take it anymore. His message left me hot and aching between my thighs. I reach into my bedside table drawer for my Ecstasy Telescopic Thrusting Rabbit Vibrator ™ because I am dying to get off. The emptiness between my thighs and the throbbing of my clitoris is enough to make any sane woman lose her mind.

I quickly strip off my clothes and sit against the pillows arranged against my headboard, so I am in a half-seated position. I lick the tips of my index finger and thumb for added sensation as I begin toying with my nipples, kneading them between my thumb and index fingers until they are overly sensitive and erect. I let out a soft moan while giving my nipples a sharp tug that I feel down in my hot wet core. I am dripping wet from the hot mental image that Oliver painted for me. I pull out my water-based lube from my end table drawer and lube my thrusting rabbit, feeling my stomach tighten with sexual anticipation of the long-awaited ecstasy I deserve. I stroke my way down my stomach, building the anticipation and feeling strings of burning bliss course through my body. I make my way to the sensitive swollen bud between my thighs. Using the leftover lubricant on my fingers, I begin stroking my clitoris. I mingle the lubricant with my pussy juices as I use my middle and index fingers to massage the delicate sweet bud coaxing moans of pleasure from my body. It feels so fucking amazing as I use my right hand to play with myself between my thighs and my left to massage and stroke my breasts. My empty core clenches and throbs as I explore my vulva until my body convulses from sexual delight. 

I turn on my thrusting rabbit until the clitoral stimulator and shaft vibrate in tandem. I slowly work it into my hot wet core and begin fucking myself with my vibrator. I close my eyes, my legs spread wide, as the thrusting vibrator creates delicious ripples of pleasure throughout my body, barreling me towards climax. As I feel my stomach tighten, my pussy clamps around the toy, and my skin feels hot and overly sensitive. I try to imagine Oliver’s face as I barrel toward sexual ecstasy. Except as I scream out my release, the only face I see in my mind has a strong square jaw, a flirty smirk, and piercing blue eyes. As I come down from my orgasm, I try to shake the images of the bane of my existence out of my head. I could not believe that I had cum to the words of one man while envisioning the face of another in my mind. This revelation causes me to feel sick with guilt. I walk to the bathroom to clean off my vibrator and splash water on my face trying to clear the thoughts of Luke Paul from my mind. I am being way too hard on myself. Even if I didn’t like Luke, I’d be a liar if I said he wasn’t incredibly handsome. So, there was no need to beat myself up for orgasming to images of him in the privacy of my bedroom. I snort to myself. God, if Luke ever found out that I came to the thought of him, there wouldn’t be a doorway big enough to fit his huge ass ego. 

“EVERLY,” my best friend, Tiara, screams, bolting into my bedroom. She gives me a sly, knowing smirk screaming, “I see someone was fucking themselves. It smells like sex in here! You go, girl.” I roll my eyes at her as I place my lube and sex toy back in my bedside table drawer. Tiara jumps up and down on my bed, making me dizzy until she plops down into the center of it.

“So, what’s with all the screaming and energy? How the fuck do you have so much energy this close to the end of classes, sis,” I ask, tugging on one of Tiara’s curls. Tiara is an absolute beauty, with her natural hair styled into a mohawk of curls that frames her face. She is blessed with beautiful glowing, flawless sienna brown skin and big dark eyes in a doll-like heart-shaped face. Men fell all over themselves, trying to get Tiara’s attention.

“So, you know Deion on the basketball team,” Tiara starts, and before I can respond continues, “Well, he’ll be at a frat party tonight. That means we must attend because I don’t want to miss my chance to snatch him off the market.” I begin shaking my head. I did not want to run around town, from parties to clubs to bars, while Tiara went on her monthly manhunt.

“I have Friday night plans that are way better than being a wallflower at some party,” I say, shutting down Tiara.

“Like what? Staying home and messaging some mystery man on a dating app? Hell to the no! I’m not letting that happen. I’m going to give you a sexy makeover, and you’re coming out with me. Plus, who knows, you might meet someone hot at this party in case your virtual man never materializes. I’m not taking no for an answer,” Tiara huffs firmly, staring at me with puppy dog eyes. I wanted to stand my ground, but I never managed to do that with my best friend. I swallow hard as a smile crosses her face. In about an hour, I was going to be practically naked, wanting the floor to swallow me up. I’d be hiding in the farthest corner I could find away from the sweaty drunk college students sardined together in a dirty frat house. This party sounded like the farthest thing from a fun Friday night to me.  

I stand in the kitchen of the frat house with one of my colleagues, Mitch, from the tutoring center as I down my third or fourth shot of tequila. I am trying to get a buzz to survive this god-awful party until Tiara gets bored, and we can catch a rideshare back to our apartment. Predictably, when we walked into the frat house, Tiara saw the basketball player she wanted to sink her claws into and bolted, leaving me alone. I dreaded being here until I ran into Mitch, and he dragged me into the kitchen for a Friday night date with a bottle of Don Julio. Being at a college party, I felt so out of sorts because I didn’t do social gatherings outside of professional networking events. I hated crowds, loud noises, and obnoxious people. To my dismay, all three of those things were what made frat parties a definite fuck no for me. I feel my skin crawl as men leer at me, making me want to cover up my body. Another regret on my long laundry list of things I dreaded tonight is that I allowed Tiara to pick a sexy outfit for me for this party, making me the object of the male gaze.

Tiara had styled my hair into sexy cascading curls down my back; she’d heavily made up my face with false lashes and made my pouty lips more pronounced with deep red lipstick. Then to top off my look, she dressed me in a black body con ruched dress that barely covered my ass. It had a bright red floral pattern that drew the eyes to my barely contained cleavage scarcely concealed by the dress's sweetheart neckline. I definitely didn’t need any attention drawn to my abundant cleavage. My massive tits were catching the male gaze of every dude at this party which wasn’t helping calm my social anxiety in the slightest. The unwanted attention my body is getting at this party is the exact reason why I choose to wear drab frumpy clothing. They made me feel safe and less self-conscious. I had a body built like Ashley Graham, Precious Lee, and Tabria Majors. While those women were gorgeous models, my belly, angry stretch marks, and noticeable cellulite kept me from being as confident as those women. Mitch gave my body an appreciative glance as his eyes lingered on my cleavage. I let out a huff rambling off an excuse to Mitch before quickly escaping from the kitchen.

“Hey, tutor girl,” I hear an annoyingly familiar baritone voice shout from across the party. My eyes search out his voice in the crowded frat house until they land on the most beautiful artic blue eyes. I feel my breath catch in my throat as he takes a swig from his beer bottle before waving me over to the beer pong table. I roll my eyes to myself. Fuck there was no escaping Luke Paul. I contemplate ignoring him until he begins shouldering his tall, athletic frame through the crowd to where I stand frozen in my spot. I swear I throw up a little in my mouth as he gives flirty smiles and quick hugs to the cleat chasers fawning over him as he walks my way. Luke stands a few inches from me in the crowded, dimly lit room, and I can smell his natural musk incensed with rosewood and patchouli. He smells glorious, per usual, and I allow myself to enjoy his scent but only because it’s more pleasant than the stale beer and gym socks scent of the fraternity house.

“Jeez, Luke Paul, how many times do I have to ask you not to call me tutor girl? You are not the Nathan to my Hayley, and when you call me that, you totally ruin One tree hill and my love for Naley, you jackass,” I bite out, crossing my arms under my ample chest. Since my brain goes to total mush around Luke Paul, I forget that this motion pushes my watermelon-sized tits to my chin until I notice the lustful heat darken the bane of my existence’s eyes. We stand there for a moment while everyone becomes background noise as I feel the electricity between us ignite as Luke Paul drinks in my appearance.

Luke opens his mouth and then closes it a few times as if my sexy appearance leaves him speechless.  But before he can give words to his thoughts, he’s distracted by a pretty petite blonde trailing her nails down his forearm. He gives her a sexy smirk, leaning down and whispering something in her ear that has her body flushing a deep red. I roll my eyes, feeling sick to my stomach, and I begin to turn around to make a beeline toward the next room until I feel myself being tugged back into a hard body. My senses go into overdrive from the feel of the warmth of Luke Paul’s firm body and his amazing scent.

His hot breath tickles my ear, making my hot wet core throb as he whispers, “Come play beer pong.” Before I can give a snarky response as a declination, he drags me by the elbow over to the table. I hear a couple of wolf whistles and catcalls from some of his teammates as he introduces me as “tutor girl” to his buddies. I lose track of time as I play beer pong with Luke Paul and his friends. I’m partnered with the overly competitive Luke, which makes me get so caught up in the game that as time passes, I don’t even think about Tiara or how much I hate parties. It’s like a superpower that Luke possesses because when I’m around him, he has the ability to stop time, and his presence consumes me. Also, either I fucking suck at beer pong, or you can’t bring your A-game after consuming two or six tequila shots prior to trying to toss a slippery ping pong ball into cups of watered-down cheap beer. I begin to sway in my suede booties after downing my millionth beer.

Luke takes hold of my waist, and half carries my tipsy ass up the stairs to the closest empty bedroom. It’s less hot in the room with fewer bodies around. I watch a broad grin appear across Luke’s handsome face at my inability to hold my liquor. If I were sober, I would give him a bitchy retort, but at that moment, I’m too drunk to care. Luke Paul is so fucking hot. It’s like God gifts some people with all the best assets. Well, at least he’s a dumbass and didn’t get blessed with everything. If Luke were intelligent, I’d understand his conceited behavior of treating everyone like a peasant because he’d undoubtedly be superhuman. He’s dressed in gray joggers that should be fucking illegal and a fitted white long-sleeve Henley that hugs his broad, muscular chest and tapered toned waist.

I sink to my knees in front of him, grasping his hips for support as I bury my head into his crotch. I feel his body tense as he goes as still as a statue. His dick instinctually hardens, which begins to tent the front of his sweatpants. I let out a goofy grin, and before my mind could catch up with my mouth, I blurt out, “I’ve always wondered how your dick tastes. I bet it’s delicious.” I begin to pull down his sweats until they’re around his knees. Luke’s dick juts out big and swollen in front of my face making my mouth water. I feel Luke suck in his stomach as he hisses out a sharp breath before stepping away from me and pulling up his pants. My heart sinks, and my stomach flips with despair at his rejection. I bet if he had carried a petite, legally blonde Reese Witherspoon look-alike upstairs, he’d be fucking her throat before the bedroom door even slammed shut. Well, damn it! I just made a total ass of myself and can’t show my face around Luke Paul ever again. Of course, Luke Paul, the “Baseball God,” didn’t want a blow job from his fat, frumpy tutor.

“Why the fuck did you bring me up here if it wasn’t for sex,” I yell at Luke as I rise to my feet on shaky legs as the room begins to spin.

“You’re drunk. I’m not going to take advantage of you. I’m not that kind of guy-“ Luke begins to defend himself, his face scrunched in confusion.

“Oh, sure. A dumb hot fucking jock like you is a nice guy. Yeah, fucking right. You just don’t want to screw the plain boring fat tutor,” I cut him off, kicking off my booties and flinging my dress over my head. The alcohol burning through my veins makes me brazen and bold as I stand in front of him in nothing but a black lacy strapless bra and a tiny scrap of lace that’s a pathetic excuse for underwear. I watch Luke’s bright blue eyes darken to a stormy blue as he swallows hard, lust dancing in his eyes. I lay down on the bed drunkenly, exclaiming, “I touch myself to the thought of you any other night. What makes tonight any different.” I keep my gaze on Luke as I push my panties to the side and begin fingering my pussy, already super slick with my arousal. His eyes zero in on my fingers as I caress my throbbing clitoris and run my fingers through my wet, slick folds as I begin to finger fuck myself.

The only noise you can hear in the room are my moans of pleasure, the sloppy wetness gushing from my pussy, and loud, erratic breaths. I witness Luke’s self-restraint snap as he closes the short distance between us. He sinks to his knees, pushing my thighs further apart to get a better look at my middle and index finger fucking my vagina as my thumb rubs against my swollen clit.

Luke inaudibly curses under his breath, yanking my fingers out of me and replacing them with his tongue. I continue to rub on my clitoris as he tongues my hot wet center. Seeing Luke Paul’s face buried between my thighs is a beautiful sight. He bats my hand away from my clitoris, owning my pussy and controlling my pleasure as he sucks and tongues my clitoris while he strokes my G-spot in a come hither motion with two of his big thick digits. I let out a loud throaty moan as I ride my college Baseball God’s face like there’s no tomorrow. I release my breasts from my bra, teasing my nipples and palming my breasts until I feel my channel tighten around his fingers as my stomach clenches. I toss my head back, my body convulsing as I see stars and climax into a million pieces.

Luke Paul travels up my body, gently pulling out his fingers and kissing my mouth. I taste the salty tartness of myself on his cum covered lips. We make out, consumed at the moment as he gropes my tits while I fondle his dick until my mind swarms with thoughts of Oliver. Breathlessly, I push Luke away, and he stares down into my face, puzzled, as he strokes the loose curls off my forehead.

“I can’t do this. I met this guy Oliver on this dating app, and I like him. This just feels so wrong,” I confess, slurring my words, feeling my guilt eat at me.

Luke tenses for a second before responding, “A guy our age on a dating app? That’s pathetic. It’s such a pussy move. If he needs an app to meet a chick in person, then he’s a total incel.” I push off the bed on wobbly legs due to either the mind-blowing orgasm Luke gave me, the alcohol, or maybe both. Of course, Luke Paul’s big cocky mouth had to ruin this sweet moment. How dare he say such mean things about Oliver? He didn’t even fucking know him.

“I’m leaving! You’re such an asshole! Not everyone lives your warped reality! Where women just throw themselves at your feet. Some of us are shy, and someone like you just wouldn’t understand,” I shriek, my eyes blurring with tears. Luke runs his hand down his face and huffs out a frustrated breath. I can tell by his body language that the situation exasperates him.

“It’s late. We’ve been drinking, and this “dumb jock” would feel more comfortable if you didn’t leave. I want to make sure that you’re okay, and I can’t drive you home, so please just sleep it off with me. I won’t touch you. Hell, I’ll even sleep on the floor, Everly,” Luke Paul pleads with me as I semi-calmly readjust my dress on my body. I stifle a yawn, barely able to keep my eyes open.

I get onto the bed, curling into a ball and turning my back to him. I say in a quiet voice, “You don’t have to sleep on the floor. I know you won’t hurt me.” Then, my heavy eyes droop closed, and I give into my sleepiness as the room darkens.

I’m doing the most insane thing in my life, but I hear Tiara in the back of my head shouting at me to live a little. The semester is over, and it’s the start of our holiday break. Instead of staying in Florida for the holidays with my family, I’ve taken Oliver’s offer to spend Christmas with his family in Wyoming. I am out of my fucking mind. I haven’t met this man in person, but I’ve practically talked to him every day for six months, so I feel comfortable and familiar with him. I fidget with the wool jacket thrown over my arm as bullets of sweat drip down my back in Florida’s December heat. I stand on the curb outside my apartment building, waiting for him to arrive in the rideshare that will take us to the airport. A car drives through my apartment complex’s parking lot towards me, making my stomach feel like it’s about to fall out of my butt as my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.

What. The. Fuck. Am. I. Doing? This man could be a Ted Bundy copycat coming to whisk me off to my demise and ship my body back to my parents in pieces. Why would I agree to accompany this man home for the holidays? I wasn’t typically this desperate, but I needed to get my mind off that drunken night I spent with Luke Paul a few weekends ago. I woke up with a killer headache, wrapped in his arms, feeling too at home in his warm, comforting embrace. So I slipped out quietly without him noticing, opting to conduct our last two tutoring sessions virtually and through email exchange. I feel desire tug between my thighs as butterflies tap dance in my stomach due to the vivid images of him devouring my pussy until I experience one, if not the best, orgasm of my life.

The car pulls to a stop in front of me. All the air leaves my body as I wait for my faceless man to reveal himself.  I almost topple over with laughter when Oliver steps out of the car. I cannot believe my eyes.

“Wow. You have got to be joking,” I say, grasping my suitcase with a clammy hand and heading back toward my apartment.

“Everly, wait. It’s not a joke,” he says, turning me around by the shoulders, his artic blue eyes clashing with mine. This whole fucking time, I’ve been pouring out my soul to none other than Luke fucking Paul. I feel betrayed, vulnerable, and humiliated by the realization.

“Why pretend to be a faceless man with a pseudonym on a dating app? You’re Florida’s baseball star. You don’t need an app to make human connections. Women jump at the opportunity to be with you. So if this isn’t some cruel joke, what is it,” I sass him, giving him my iciest glare.

“Sometimes, I just want to talk to someone without being me. I got on the dating app just as a way to connect with someone who didn’t know who the fuck I was. It’s hard sometimes to live up to this image of Luke Paul, the all-star baseball player. I was drawn to your profile of a faceless woman who could hold an intelligent deep, meaningful conversation. So when I needed someone to come home with me, Eve seemed like a great option. Plus, my name technically is Oliver. It’s my middle name. Just like Eve is clearly some nickname of yours,” Luke explained, prying my hand off my suitcase and rolling it toward the rideshare. I followed behind him, absentmindedly digesting everything he’d just said to me, and I felt a pang in my heart. Oh my gosh! Did I feel sorry for Luke Paul? Or was I still drawn to “Oliver”?

“Wait, Luke. Give me back my suitcase! I didn’t agree to go home with you. I agreed to go home with Oliver, who clearly didn’t exist. I like Oliver. I don’t like you,” I hiss vehemently, tugging his forearm and making him stop.

“Oliver is me. So, yeah, Eve, I hate to burst your bubble, but I guess you kind of like me after all. Yeah, someone as high and mighty and intelligent as you may be more shallow than you think, huh? Since you fell for a dumbass all-star jock like any woman, I turn my charm on for,” Luke spews hatefully through clenched teeth. It almost sounded like my jeers towards him bothered him these past months. Is it possible someone as insignificant as me hurt Luke’s feelings?

“I’m not going to Wyoming with you. If that’s where we’re really even going. I’ll stay here in Florida and let my mom know that there’s been a change of plans,” I state, trying to snatch my suitcase out of the trunk of the rideshare.

“Yes, we’re really going to Wyoming. I’m from Jackson. Please help me out one last time, Everly. Shit. My family thinks I’m bringing a girlfriend home, so it’ll be fucking embarrassing to show up without Eve. Not to mention, I have a psycho ex-girlfriend from high school that’s a total Baseball Annie throwing herself at me and probably poking holes in condoms so she can be an MLB player’s wife,” Luke pleads with me, slamming the trunk of the rideshare closed; holding my luggage hostage. I cross my arms over my chest in a stare down with him.

“This is our problem, Luke! All you do is treat me like a damn minion. What will I be getting out of going to Wyoming, of all fucking places, and pretending to be your girlfriend? This is comical! The hotshot Baseball God, Luke Paul, is in need of a fake Christmas date. You’re so pathetic,” I laugh coldly.

 “Fine! I’m a dumbass jock, a pathetic asshole, whatever you want to call me, but promise me that you’ll be my fake girlfriend, and I will do whatever the fuck you want. I will be indebted to you. I owe you big time, Everly,” Luke begs, grabbing hold of both of my hands. The world fades away when he touches me, causing my breath to catch in my throat. I feel a spark of desire heat my skin making my panties wet with arousal. Luke’s gorgeous face and big blue eyes cloud my mind, and I can’t get any sane thoughts to materialize to help me back out of this situation.

“Fine. I-I-I’ll do it,” I stuttered quietly. Luke picks me off the ground and swings me around, crushing me into his body in an overly excited bear hug. I’m intoxicated by the scent of rosewood, patchouli, and Luke Paul wafting off his body. Despite what I said to Luke, I’d be going home to an empty house for the holidays anyways because when I told my parents I was going home with a friend, they booked a trip to visit my mom’s sister in Texas. I had no plans for this holiday outside of what I planned with Oliver or, rather, Luke Paul. Also, a desperate Luke turned out to work in my favor because Mr. Baseball God was now indebted to me. Not to mention the embarrassing secret of him begging me, Everly Edwards, of all people, to be his fake girlfriend for the holidays. How ridiculous! This better be worth the trouble.

 Wyoming came as a big surprise to me. I was expecting Little House On The Prairie vibes, not an amazing tourist destination with tons of fun, outdoorsy activities. Wyoming is one of those states you forget exists until you’re watching the Miss America pageant, so it’s easily one of the most slept-on states. As a native Floridian, I also underestimated how fucking cold it would be in the western United States in December. Time we landed in the Jackson Hole Airport; Luke had to take me to the mall to get clothes more fitting for the weather so that I wouldn’t freeze my damn ass off. I had been here for a little over a week and a half, and I had fallen in love with Luke’s family, life on the ranch, and the natural beauty of Wyoming. At first, it was odd to see Luke Paul in his natural habitat. He was still the same annoying jackass, but I caught glimpses of the Oliver I had fallen for on the dating app.

Luke’s dad owned a construction company; some days, like a good son, he’d help his dad run the family business. On those days, I’d spend them with his older sister, Logan, a breathtakingly beautiful, kind-hearted woman that was fucking hilarious. Honestly, outside of the family’s gorgeous genetics based on the Luke Paul I had come to know and despise, it was unbelievable that they were related. Logan is a complete one-eighty from Luke. My days away from Luke were spent helping Logan out at her job. She manages one of the country's most popular ski resorts, located right here in Wyoming. Apparently, Luke’s mother died when he was about seven; Logan helped raise him due to their twelve-year age difference. It was crazy to learn there was so much more to Luke than his dumb jock façade. Luke Paul is an actual human being; his sister had endless embarrassing childhood stories and baby pictures to prove it.

Tonight is the Paul family’s annual Christmas Eve party, so I had to pull out all of the stops when it came to being the girlfriend, well, the fake girlfriend of Luke Paul. If I thought he was treated like his shit didn’t stink in Florida, there were no words to describe how big of a star he was to the people of Jackson, Wyoming. Unbeknownst to me, Luke had evidently been making national headlines as a star baseball player in high school, so it was no shock to anyone in his hometown that he’d be the first pick in next year’s MLB draft after graduating college. Logan had forced him to stay in Florida to finish his degree, even though scouts had wanted him to play since he graduated high school. But the longer he played college baseball, the more honed his skills became and the more sought after he’d become by the major leagues. I wasn’t just the fake Christmas date of annoying dumb jock Luke Paul, but I would be seen as the girlfriend of Wyoming’s young baseball royalty. I mean, no pressure, right? Even if Luke hadn’t blindsided me with this Christmas party when he was catfishing me as Oliver, I still wasn’t wholly prepared for the extravagance of his family’s Christmas bash. 

I took big deep breaths trying to calm my anxiety. I rubbed a sweaty palm down my hip and admired my reflection in the guest bedroom’s full-length mirror. I forced myself to look beyond all the reasons why Luke Paul should’ve chosen someone else as his fake holiday date and focused on every reason why I was the perfect girl for him. Well, maybe not in real life, but at least in the role of his fake girlfriend. I had chosen a wine-colored velvet long-sleeve surplice wrap dress that hugged my curves in all the right places while hiding my imperfections. It was long in the back but showed enough thigh in the front to be sexy. The neckline plunged low enough, without being sleazy, to show off the chest Tiara always told me I was blessed to have because many women paid for a set of girls like mine. I felt sexy and comfortable in the skin I was in for one of the first times in my life. The wine hue of the dress complimented my chestnut brown skin tone, which made my vamp berry lipstick stand out when paired with my ensemble. I did a full glam makeup look and left my hair cascading in loose curls down my back. I wanted Luke Oliver Paul to take one glance at me tonight and forget any other woman in the world existed.

I took one last large breath to silence the negative voices in my head before walking out into the hallway. I heard Christmas music playing as I descended the stairs with my head held high, mustering up as much confidence as I could manage. I felt his presence before he materialized in front of me, looking devastatingly sexy. Luke flashed me a megawatt smile making my panties melt off my body with desire. Luke was dressed in a black suit with a wine-colored tie that matched my dress. His tall, muscular frame filled out his suit so well that I wanted to drag him into the nearest bathroom and fuck him senseless. My skin caught on fire as ribbons of desire rippled through my body, making my nipples painfully hard. The bud between my thighs pulsated like a second heartbeat when his fingers stroked my cheek.

“You’re absolutely stunning, Everly. The most beautiful woman in the entire party,” Luke complimented me, his voice hoarse with desire. He placed my hand on the curve of his arm, escorting me into the living room of his home, where the party was in full swing. Every head in the party turned to look at us when we entered the room. I felt shockingly at ease because I was on the arm of the most handsome man in the world. All my insecurities seemed to fade away when I was with Luke. He had a way of making me feel like I was the best damn human on the planet without any noticeable flaws. I wanted him around me forever. Butterflies danced in my belly. Shit! Did I have feelings for Luke Paul? I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head as we walked around the party, mingling with his father’s business associates and clients.

I was having more fun than expected at Luke’s family Christmas party until I watched a gorgeous, flirty woman throw herself at my man from afar. Well, my fake boyfriend. I watched their flirty exchange over Logan’s shoulder as we mingled with her friends. The girl was medium height in a red glittery low-cut mini dress that looked painted onto her tiny frame. The dark-haired beauty wrapped her arms around Luke’s neck like a spider monkey as she whispered something into his ear. I bet my life savings it was so dirty it’d make you blush like a priest during a whore’s confessional. I felt my heart plummet. I had been delusional to think I could compete with the beautiful women that magnetized to Luke. I relaxed a little, watching discomfort and annoyance cross Luke’s face from the girl’s seductive behavior. Yet, I could still feel my blood begin to boil my unchecked anger causing my feet to move in their direction as I politely excused myself from Logan and her friends. The next thing I knew, I was inserting myself between them and plastering on my fakest smile.

The moment I wrapped myself around Luke, I felt his body sag with relief. Hmm. This must be the ex-girlfriend that pokes holes in condoms for sport. The ex-girlfriend he felt he needed a fake girlfriend to scare off. I ran my hand up and down Luke’s arm. He turned, looking at me, giving me a warm smile, desire flickering in his eyes. At this moment, my heart skipped a beat in my chest, making me forget our surroundings as I clasped both hands on his face standing on my tippy toes to kiss him with all the passion in every cell of my body. Luke dipped me down slightly, getting into our kiss. Luke kissed me roughly, passionately, like I was a long-lost lover he hadn’t seen in years. The raven-haired woman cleared her throat, breaking Luke and me out of our trance.  We abruptly pulled away from one another. I searched Luke’s eyes, hoping to see inside his soul whether or not he felt the torturous attraction between us, but he quickly averted his gaze, masking his genuine emotions and plastering on a fake smile. His actions left me to ponder if that was an Oscar-worthy performance for the ruse he so desperately wanted us to perform. I ran my thumb under Luke’s mouth, trying to clean my berry lipstick off his face but only making it smear even worse. Luke kept his arm firmly around my waist, tucking me into his side as we both stared at the glowering beauty before us.

Her bright green eyes narrowed at me, giving me her bitchiest glare. She snorted, making me feel small and in over my head with this act. As if it was believable that Luke Paul would be with someone like me. Her eyes perused me with a knowing once-over that she was the hotter of the two of us. Her eyes telling me I was no competition. Honestly, she was right. Luke Paul is out of my league, but I shake those self-deprecating thoughts out of my mind because Luke had asked me to be here with him. So there was something he liked about me. It was comical to think about how dense Luke was, though. The buxom raven-haired girl who clearly shopped at sluts-r-us for clothing was a girl on a mission, and no fake or real girlfriend would stand in her way of becoming Mrs. Luke Paul, soon-to-be MLB baseball star.

“Hi, I’m Everly, Luke’s girlfriend; you must be Annie,” I say with fake sweetness, holding out my hand. The girl’s pretty face morphs into confusion.

“I see your taste has gone downhill since moving to Florida for college, Luke,” the woman lashes out, showing that her beauty is only surface level. Her comment made my self-confidence wilt a little because I’m sure she wasn’t the only one that felt that way about us. Luke’s face turns red in anger, his eyes narrowing into slits, giving her a death glare so murderous it chills me to the bone.

Before he could respond on my behalf, I retort, “Who did he date before college that made you believe his standards were high?” I looked down at my wrist at my imaginary watch and teased, “Oh shit! It looks like it’s nine p.m. I’m sure you don’t want to be late to 4 Play Gentleman’s club for your shift as a B string stripper.” I watched the corner of Luke’s mouth twitch as he tried to hold his composure from my jab at the bitchy skank in front of us.

She snickers, giving me a small round of applause before retaliating, “At least I have a body men actually want to see naked. Isn’t that right, Luke Paul?”

“Everyone’s seen you naked, so I’m sure we could take a poll of the party,” Luke says woodenly, shrugging his shoulders. The girl’s face goes ghostly pale at his comment, causing me to snort a mocking laugh.

“Your name’s Annie, right,” I ask snidely, wanting to put an end to this annoying conversation.

“Annie, no, my name isn’t Annie. It’s Carlie. Why would you think my name was Annie,” the dark-haired beauty questions dumbfounded.

“Oh, the guys over there were referring to you as Baseball Annie. So I assumed that was your name, sweetie,” I answer, with fake confusion in my voice. Luke begins to laugh, causing the girl’s face to turn beet red with embarrassment before stomping off, upset. Luke pulls me into a tight hug, his head dropping towards me and his soft lips connecting with mine. Damn. Luke is a good kisser. The memories of our drunken hookup flood my mind causing me to deepen the kiss as my body heats with arousal.

“Let’s get out of here,” Luke whispers breathlessly in my ear, breaking our kiss and tugging me back up the stairs.

I look around, feeling out of sorts, whether from the champagne at the party or Luke touching me. I stop on the last stair before the upstairs landing and ask, “Where will everyone think we’ve gone? Luke, the party is still happening. We can’t just leave, can we?” Luke gives me a wink pulling me up the last stair and down the hallway, until we’re locked away in the bedroom I’m occupying as a guest in his home. 

“Who cares what they’ll think. They’ll all be too drunk anyways if they aren’t already to notice that we’ve left the party,” Luke responds. He pushes me up against the bedroom door, kissing me roughly, nipping my lip with his teeth as he delves his tongue into my mouth. Luke kisses me so fervently that I can’t think about anything other than the feel of his hard body against mine, the taste of his champagne-flavored breath, and his delicious scent. He finally breaks the kiss so we can both drag in much-needed air. Once he's seemed to have caught his breath, he whispers, “Everly, you’re so damn beautiful. I’ve wanted to kiss you all night, and I don’t want to just stop there. Please let me fuck you. I think I will die if you don’t let me have another taste of your sweet pussy or let my dick feel your tight wet pussy wrapped around me.” I nod my head, happy that I’m not the only one about to combust if he doesn’t fuck me.

Luke slams his mouth down against mine as he slides his hand between my quivering thighs. He hisses against my lips when he strokes the wet seat of my lace thong that’s soaked with my desire. Luke nips at my lip, kissing down my chin and sucking it roughly until he elicits a loud moan from my throat. I hear fabric tear as he impatiently rips my panties off my body, giving him total access to stroke, explore, and finger fuck my pussy how he chooses. A throaty moan escapes my throat as he enters my hot channel with two big thick fingers, fucking me slowly and making me go wild. Luke briefly pulls away from me, ripping my dress over my head, licking his passion swollen lips as his eyes darken to a stormy blue as they examine my nearly naked body.

“Take off your bra,” Luke demands gruffly, eye fucking my breasts that are trying to escape from my strapless bra. I reach behind me, arching my back with shaky fingers, unclasping my bra to free my breasts. My breasts fall heavily, hanging freely, as my nipples stiffen under Luke’s heated gaze. “Damn girl, you have some of the prettiest titties,” Luke compliments, squeezing my nipples between his thumb and index fingers, making me moan in pleasure. He bends his head taking my right nipple into his mouth as he slaps my left breast, making my clitoris throb. Luke falls to his knees in front of me, nipping at my nipple as he begins running his tongue down my torso. I quickly cover my belly self-consciously, his ex-girlfriend's venomous insults seeping into my psyche. But he snatches my arms, gripping them to the side of me. “You’re fucking beautiful, every inch of you, and any man who sees you naked is fortunate to view such an immaculate work of art. Never be afraid to show off this amazing fucking body. It’s a shame you hide it under those ugly ass clothes,” Luke announces each word with conviction, making me feel ten feet tall. I lose myself in the pleasure of his tongue as he swirls it in my belly button, making all my insecurities fade away. He lets go of my wrist, tossing my left thigh over his shoulder, spreading my pussy wide for him. 

He dives into my pussy like he hasn’t eaten in days. He eats me so eagerly that I can barely hold myself up on one leg as he shows attention to my needy clitoris. He licks, strokes, and sucks on my pussy until I’m a writhing mess begging him for an orgasm and screaming his name. Luke goes harder, stroking the most pleasurable spot in my hot wet channel until I’m cumming all over his face, screaming loud enough to bring down the walls of the house.

 “You taste so fucking good. I could eat you every second of the day. Your pussy is so delicious and always so wet for me, babe,” Luke praises me, standing up and leading me to the bed. He gently pushes me down on the bed, pulling away from me, undressing painfully slow. Luke is absolutely gorgeous. His eyes never leave my body as he drops his boxers, his dick swinging giant, thick, and erect between his thighs. Luke opens a condom and slides it over his big dick before crawling in between my thighs. My heart rate accelerates as he kneels between my thighs. Luke spreads my legs in one swift move and drags me down the bed by my thighs until his dick brushes my swollen clit, making me shiver. His beautiful eyes never leave my face as he lifts my legs to his shoulders. He watches me as he lazily licks his tongue up and down my calf, building my anticipation and causing me to writhe in sexual frustration. Luke gives me a cocky grin and, in one swift move, rams his dick into me, filling me to the hilt. I feel a burning pain as he stretches my hymen, causing my body to tense. Luke looks down at me with concern, but I give him a smile of encouragement as he slowly drags his dick out before sliding back in torturously slow. The pain resides, and I feel nothing but pleasure as he pounds my pussy deeply with a roll of his hips, making me feel so full.

“Ah…It feels so good… Please don’t stop,” I whimper as he pulls out, flipping me on my stomach and entering me from behind. “Oh, God,” I scream out as he goes deeper in this new position, his stroke game on fire, as he fucks me stupid from behind.

“Your pussy is so wet. So tight. So amazing. I’m about to fucking cum,” he breathes erratically against my neck as his fingers stroke and pinch my clitoris, making my pussy swallow his dick as I shoot off like a rocket. He launches me into the next galaxy with an earth-shattering orgasm. Luke kisses down my spine as he pulls out of me. He leaves me on the bed heading towards the bathroom and coming back with a towel, gently cleaning my body.

I turn over on my side, feeling weak from Luke fucking the shit out of me. Luke crosses the room towards the door, causing me to feel a sharp pain in my heart. However, he takes me by complete surprise when he turns off the light, slides into bed behind me, and snuggles me to his chest. Luke has no idea, but he’s given me the best Christmas gift ever by making my first time absolutely amazing.

Never in a million years did I think I’d feel so right at home with Luke Paul, of all people’s family. They were absolutely amazing and I honestly don’t understand how Luke was able to move so far away from them. Even though Luke Paul and I practically screwed like rabbits until daybreak, I dragged my sore body out of bed to open presents in matching family pajamas. I was overjoyed to see Luke’s family excited over the gifts I had bought them based on the information Luke Paul had given me about his family while catfishing me on the dating app. The more time I spend with Luke, I’m starting to think that Oliver is the genuine Luke Paul, the sweet, inquisitive goofball he is around his family, and not the hotshot self-centered ass wipe that flaunts himself around our university campus. Honestly, the more Luke shows me his real self, and I feel guilty for how I’ve treated him over these past few months. Not to mention the annoying voice in my head telling me that if I let myself, I could fall in love with Luke Oliver Paul if I haven’t already.

I’m enjoying the amazing Christmas dinner Logan has prepared for the family. God, Luke’s mouth is so fucking sexy. Every time he wraps those pouty lips around his fork, my lady bits get so wet and throb from the memories of all the amazing things that mouth does to my body. Luke notices me watching him across the table a few times, so he teases me with winks and sexy little smiles, causing me to have to rub my legs together under the table to try to find some relief from how hot and bothered this gorgeous man gets me.

After dinner, I help Luke clean up the kitchen and wash dishes. I notice him stealing nervous glances at me as I load the dishwasher. I playfully slap him on the ass with the dish towel, which he quickly catches due to his quick reflexes dragging me towards him. He peppers my face with sloppy kisses causing me to try to squirm out of his reach. Luke licks the shell of my ear, causing my body to quiver and my core to clench.

Luke stares down into my face with intense hunger, then releases me abruptly. He clears his throat, fidgeting, and shyly asks, “I have your Christmas gift. Will you come with me?”

“Anywhere. Of course, Luke. But you already gave me this beautiful diamond tennis bracelet which is way too much,” I respond with a big smile. I was so shocked when I unwrapped my gift from him, revealing the signature classic red Cartier box. I tried to refuse it, but Logan told me she helped him look long and hard for the perfect gift for me, so I should enjoy it.

“Everly, that was more of a thank you. You helped me pass economics. Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to play baseball, which is so important to me. Cartier isn’t even enough for me to express my gratitude to you,” Luke states, shrugging his shoulders and avoiding eye contact with me. He tosses the dish towel onto the counter, grabs my hand, and leads me out of the house's backdoor.

We walk through the dark backyard until we reach the stables. I walk hand in hand with Luke until we stop in front of a horse stall with a beautiful black and white Mangalara Marchador. The horse is extremely friendly as I pet her nose while admiring her beautiful thick mane. I give Luke a small smile as I continue to pet the horse, who leans into my affection.

“This is Sunshine. My mom’s true pride and joy. I swear she would’ve sold both Logan and me for this horse. My mother was a total horse girl, and my dad had the stables full of horses when she was alive. But, after she died, he sold all of them but couldn’t part with Sunshine. He later told me he felt like he’d be dishonoring her memory and breaking her heart if he did,” Luke tells me in a shaky emotion-filled voice as he opens the stall and begins saddling up Sunshine. Once he’s done with his task, he holds out his hand to me, causing me to seize with panic.

“I’ve never ridden a horse,” I squeak out, backing away. Luke gives a little laugh, finally meeting my eyes for the first time since dinner.

“Do you trust me,” Luke asks me, his eyes reflecting the uncertainty of my response.

“Stupidly, more than many,” I joke, placing my hand in his and allowing him to help me mount Sunshine. Once I’m settled onto her, Luke situates himself behind me, takes the bridle, and takes me on my first horse ride. As Sunshine gallops into the night, I feel comfortable and safe with Luke pressed firmly against my body. The closeness of our bodies has my body flushing with arousal as memories of last night flood my sex-crazed brain. Just one taste of Luke Paul isn’t enough. My body craved his twenty-four-seven. Luke stops Sunshine in the middle of a beautiful meadow, and we dismount from the horse. He ties her to a nearby tree that has a picnic blanket and basket situated under the stars.

“Oh my gosh! Luke Paul, are you a romantic? Are you the Noah to my Allie,” I tease, which causes him to blush.

“First Nathan and Hayley; now, some Noah and Allie. I never have any clue what you’re talking about, babe,” Luke says, grabbing my hand and leading me to the picnic blanket. He unpacks the picnic basket that consists of chocolate-covered strawberries and wine. “Dessert,” he says, smirking at me. I was utterly wrong about Luke Paul. This man was the absolute sweetest. He was the fantasy man of every woman’s dreams. He’s the Prince Charming I’ve always wanted but would’ve never seen because of all my biased opinions about jocks.

“Luke, thank you. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. You’re so thoughtful. But I have something better in mind for dessert,” I whisper into his ear. I undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. He lifts his hips helping me pull down his jeans and boxers. His thick long erection springs free, precum dripping from the tip. I take a deep breath, never giving head before, but I’d seen enough porn. I was fairly confident that I could suck a dick like a pro. I lick the cum off the tip, moaning in my throat at the salty sweetness of Luke Paul. I swirl my tongue around the tip before sucking his dick to the back of my throat. I run my tongue up and down his shaft, paying attention to the underside of the head of his dick before bobbing my head up and down, letting the head of his manhood hit the back of my throat. I start with a torturously slow rhythm playing with his balls before speeding up and stroking the base of his dick with my fist. I fuck his dick with my mouth until I feel his breathing become harsher, his body tense, and he tries to jerk out of my mouth.

Luke taps my cheek between clenched teeth and warns, “Pull back now if you don’t want to swallow my load.” But I just inhale him deeper in my throat, gently tugging down on his balls as he releases ropes of cum down my throat, and I lap it up like scrumptious liquid gold. I fucking loved the taste of Luke Paul and would suck his dick morning, noon, and night if he’d agree. “God, baby,” Luke huffs, sagging against the tree, trying to compose himself. I sit up, wiping the corners of my mouth and smiling up at him, quite pleased with myself. Luke grabs me roughly by the nape of my neck, pulling my head towards him and capturing my mouth with his. He vigorously kisses me, tasting his release on my lips as he tugs at my wool leggings. I break away, standing up, and we both get naked from the waist down. It’s cold as fuck, but I know I won’t stay cold for long as I sink to my knees in front of Luke.

Fire burns in his eyes as he commands, “I need to be inside you. Straddle my dick.” I bite my bottom lip, slowly lowering myself on his colossal dick that feels me to the hilt. He wraps a blanket around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. He kisses me while he guides my hips up and down as he bucks into me. I match his rhythm riding his dick, never feeling so close to someone in my life. God, it feels amazing being on top as my desire coats his pelvis from my clitoris, grinding down on him as our bodies collide. He picks up the pace, pushing my hips to the tip of his dick before forcefully slamming me down. I roll my hips, kegeling his dick, causing a deep throaty groan to escape his lips and his eyes roll to the back of his head. He fucks me hard and rough until I can’t take it any longer, and I cum hard and loud. My pussy clenching around him in a death grip that leaves him grunting out his release shortly after me. I collapse against him, and we lay against the tree in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs.

After catching my breath, I pull back from Luke, and his eyes are filled with an unspoken emotion that causes my chest to tighten. I lean down and kiss him, trying to pour all my overwhelming emotions back into him. I rest my forehead against his, never wanting to leave the comfort of Luke Paul’s arms.

“I can’t believe you guys are going to make me watch a chick flick,” Luke groans, giving us his best pouty face. He looked like the absolute antithesis of Luke Paul, the Baseball God, in a fluffy white robe and an avocado and green tea detox sheet mask. I had awakened this morning with his face between my thighs, coaxing multiple orgasms out of my body with his tongue mastery. Until he decided to slide home, filling me to the hilt with his dick and pounding my pussy until I tapped out so I’d be able to walk the next few days. While being a hotshot athlete’s fake girlfriend had its perks, his stamina and want for marathon sex was a curse and a blessing, depending on how you looked at the situation. He tried to hold me hostage in bed, but I told him I’d promised Logan I’d participate in an after Christmas self-care day of bingeing on junk food, endless mimosas, and all of our favorite rom-coms. After moping, Luke Paul decided to join our at-home spa day. Logan told him if he was going to join our movie watching marathon, he’d have to participate in all of the festivities or leave. So, we were all lounging around in robes with sheet masks and pedicured toes.

“It’s the Notebook!? A freaking classic, and you’ve never seen it! I can’t believe when I made the Noah and Allie reference, you had no clue what I was talking about,” I exclaimed, throwing a popcorn kernel at his blonde head.

“The only classic movies and shows he’s ever watched were sports-related, like Jerry Maguire and Varsity Blues,” Logan explains, rolling her eyes and turning on the opening credits of the Notebook.

“You know, Luke. You do kind of look like Paul Walker in Varsity Blues,” I say, admiring his attractive face. Luke blows me a kiss and winks at me as Logan groans.

“He’s only heard that a million times in his life. His babysitter, ‘Big Boob’ Becky, got him into the show,” Logan laughs, rolling her eyes.

“Ah, ‘Big Boob’ Becky. Good times,” Luke reminisces, making me scrunch my face in disgust. He reaches over and shakes one of my boobs through my thin cotton tank under my robe. I swat his hand away as Logan laughs at our antics.

“I’m going to make more popcorn. I’ll be right back,” I laugh, dodging Luke’s hand as he tries to pinch my ass as I make a beeline toward the kitchen. I make it down the hall and all the way to the kitchen before realizing that I’ve forgotten the popcorn bowl in my quest to escape Luke’s groping of my intimate body parts.

I skip merrily back to the den but stop when I hear Logan mention my name. I suck in my breath and flatten myself against the wall to eavesdrop on their conversation. I wanted more than anything to know where Luke and I stood in this ruse of a relationship. If we’d continue our relationship or if the gimmick would end once we were back in Florida, and if I’d only have these unforgettable moments to file away in my memory of us. My heart sank thinking we’d return to being the fat, frumpy nerd and the all-star college athlete.

“I don’t think you’ve ever had this many hearts in your eyes over a girl. I love that you’ve found someone that makes you happy, Olive,” Logan teases, bringing a smile to my lips and warming my heart every time she uses her childhood nickname for Luke.

“Oh, whatever. It’s not like that. Everly is not professional athlete wifey material. She’s not on my level. I could do way better than her. She’s just an easy lay I met on a random dating app to keep the Baseball Annies at bay when I came home for the holidays. You know the fat nerdy chicks are the easiest to talk out of their panties. People think I’m a solid ten, so they’ll expect me to date and marry someone more conventional, like a baddie like Sydney Sweeney,” Luke replies scathingly. I silently brush away the first tear that slides down my cheek, biting my lip to keep from bawling my eyes out and alerting them of my presence.

“What. The. Entire. Fuck. You little shit! I didn’t raise you to treat women like throwaways and playthings. What if someone said some shit like that about me? You’d be pissed as fuck. Everly is a fucking beauty. She is a ten in appearance and all the ways that matter. I won’t interfere, but it saddens me to say that she deserves a hell of a lot better than a dick like you,” Logan barks, defending the hell out of me. God, I loved that woman; the world didn’t deserve a beautiful soul like hers.

“Whatever. The only way people think Everly is a ten is when she’s with me because I’m the number one hottie in this relationship, and she’s a total zero,” Luke chuckles. I want the floor to swallow me the fuck up. I feel bile rise in my throat, at a complete loss for words. I hear a loud smack before running to the nearest bathroom and emptying my stomach. I can’t believe I fell for his charm. Everything he said about me was true. I lowered my guard and allowed some hotshot, pretty boy athlete to talk me out of my panties and into being my first lover. I blink back my tears, make a new bowl of popcorn, and in a trance, I head back to the den, plastering a fake smile on my face. The tension in the room is palpable, but I choose to ignore it. Not even remarking on the noticeable reddening of Luke’s cheek, where Logan clearly slapped the shit out of him. Well, it serves him right. I feel queasy when he cuddles up to me and kisses my cheek as the movie plays. I sit there in a daze excusing myself once the movie is over, blaming it on a stomachache. I lock myself in the guest bedroom, allowing myself to cry into the pillow until I have no more tears.

I log onto my laptop and change my home flight from the day after New Year’s to tomorrow afternoon. I couldn’t stand another night under the same roof as Luke Paul, the “Baseball God”.

 I purposely kept my door locked all night and into the early morning so that Luke couldn’t sneak into my room like he had been doing every night since his family’s Christmas party. He and Logan had both texted me when I skipped dinner the previous night, and I blamed it on my period. When I walked out of my room this morning, Luke had left me a sickly sweet note with a heating pad, Midol, and all my favorite sweet treats. His kindness tugged at my heartstrings when I noticed his attempt to put together the ultimate menstrual cycle care package. Then, his cruel words from the day before entered my mind causing me to swallow down the lump in my throat that felt like a dry bitter pill. I couldn’t shake them out of my mind like a catchy bad, one-hit-wonder song. So the Pauls can’t try to convince me to stay, I make an appearance in their den to say my goodbyes. I walk in feeling guilty as Logan’s face morphs from sheer joy to confusion when she sees my suitcase.

“I thought you weren’t leaving until the day after New Year’s with Luke,” Logan asks, her eyes darting between Luke and me. I’m too cowardly to meet Luke’s eyes, but I feel his hardened glare burning holes into the side of my face.

“It was, but I decided to change it. I’m just not feeling well and miss the comfort of my bed and home. I really had a ball with you guys! You all are the best. I’ll definitely stay in touch. Thank you for welcoming me into your home and giving me one of my best Christmases ever,” I state with fake happiness. Luke’s dad returns my smile, but he eyes me quizzically, narrowing his eyes in Luke’s direction.

“Are you sure, sweetie? We’d love for you to stay, but I totally understand the monthly blues,” Logan says, wrapping me into a big bear hug. I sink into her warmth, trying to suck in all her good vibes because I’d never see her again.

“Yeah, my rideshare is almost here. It’s been great,” I say, heading towards the door.

As I reach the foyer, Luke grabs my shoulder, commanding, “Cancel the fucking car. I’m dropping you off at the airport. Clearly, we need to have a conversation.” I freeze, feeling every ounce of my self-composure, wanting to crumble. Not putting up a fight, I cancel the rideshare while allowing Luke to take my suitcase and load it into his father’s truck. I hop into the passenger seat, feeling the anger vibrating off Luke’s body as he cranks the car and heads towards the Jackson Hole Airport.

After about fifteen minutes of uncomfortable silence, Luke asks, “What’s going on with you?” I shrug, ignoring him, looking out the window as he continues to prod and pester me. I pull out my cell phone, pretending to text, hoping he’ll drop the situation. Instead, he snatches my phone from my hand, abruptly pulling the car off the side of the road.

“What the fuck, Luke? Do you want me to miss my flight? Why the fuck did you pull over,” I ask angrily, meeting his gaze for the first time today.

“Actually, yes, I do. I don’t want you to leave. Now, cut the bull shit and tell me what’s wrong. Clearly, you’re upset, and I can’t stand my girl being mad at me. So, tell me so I can fix this shit,” Luke yells, causing me to jump as he bangs his hands in a fit of rage against his steering wheel.

“Your girl, that’s news to me. Actually, you should go on the road. You’re a real fucking Pete Davidson with that line,” I yell at him, exiting the car.

Luke grabs me, pushing me against the hood of the truck, and entrapping me with his body placing his hands on both sides of me, imprisoning me against the car. I push at his chest, but he doesn’t move a single inch. Fuck, this super fit athletic Adonis!

“Why do you care if I am upset? I’m just some desperate fat girl you have wrapped around your finger because I’m not used to male attention. So, I jumped at the opportunity to spend Christmas with Florida’s college baseball star and soon-to-be MLB player,” I scream angrily in his face. Luke rears back his head as if I’ve slapped him.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Who thinks that about you? I sure as hell don’t. I’ll beat the fuck out of anyone who talks to you like that. It took all of me not to rip Carlie a new asshole when she said that nasty shit to you,” Luke screams back, red in the face, his bright blue eyes a stormy blue with rage.

I throw my head back in bitter laughter. I hold my head high and say spitefully, “Wow! Pot meet kettle. I mean, I’m only a ten when I’m with you because you’re the number one hottie in this relationship, and I’m just a big fat zero. I guess it’ll at least be fun to watch you kick your own ass.” In that one statement, I revealed to him that I heard his conversation with Logan. His mouth falls open like a fish and then closes a few times. His eyes are searching mine as he tries to devise the perfect words to placate me.

I hug myself continuing, “Even if that’s how you truly felt, I at least thought you had some level of respect for me and that we’d at least have formed somewhat of a friendship,” I say quietly, my voice trembling as I fail miserably at blinking back the fat tear drops that pour down my face. I wasn’t going to give Luke Paul the satisfaction of knowing he hurt me. But I didn’t have any fight left in me.  Hell, he did more than hurt me. He stabbed me in the back until the blade exited my front, piercing my heart and leaving a bloody fucking mess.

“We’re more than friends,” Luke says painfully.

I snort, responding, “I don’t think you know what that means. But even if I was just a casual fling. I deserved to be treated with respect. I’m a person too. Please, just take me to the airport.” Luke runs his hand through his messy blonde hair stepping aside. I get back into the car, slamming the passenger door, and we ride in deafening silence until we reach our destination.

Luke hands me my suitcase as I step out of the truck’s passenger side and onto the curb in front of the airport’s departure zone. I don’t even give him eye contact until he screams, “I knew it was you the whole time. I thought they had assigned me the hottest fucking tutor when we met. I swiped on you because the first image, although faceless, was of you in that stupid red V-neck sweater you always wear that makes your tits look amazing, even though it’s ugly as shit. Then you confirmed it to me when you were drunk and trying to prove to me that incels weren’t the only ones on dating apps because you were talking to Oliver, a sweet dude with killer abs. Then you proceeded to show me the messages. I’m not crazy, Everly. I may have struggled in economics, but I'm sure my grades aren’t that much lower than yours. I’m not the dumbass jock you consider me. We’d been sexting the whole semester; then you blew my fucking mind at that frat party. It took all my restraint not to sink into your sweet pussy that night. It killed me when I took your virginity at the Christmas party-“

I whip around, my jaw hitting the ground, as I shout, “You knew?”

Luke smiles, shrugging, and continues like I didn’t speak, “I’ve been with a lot of women. I didn’t want to embarrass you. I’m not some idiot crazy person that would invite a stranger home with them for the holidays. I wanted the sexy, smart, and annoyingly snarky Everly Edwards as my holiday date. Fuck, I want you as my girl. Not just for pretend but as the real damn thing. I said all that shit to Logan because I freaked out and felt weak because I’m afraid about how much I feel for you. I never felt this strongly for anyone. You have me by the fucking balls, Everly.”

I smile through my tears, feeling elated. I had waited for this moment since the Christmas party, and now I was getting as close to a declaration of love from Luke as he could muster. I walk over to him, a big grin on his face and his arms open wide to me. I grab hold of his hands and peer into his big, beautiful eyes, responding, “Luke, I’ve waited this whole trip to hear you say you were falling for me because I’m falling for you too.” Luke pulls me into a big bear hug pulling away from me, his eyes shining down into mine, unguarded and filled with love.

“Too bad you’re a fucking coward. Logan said it best when she said I was a ten in all the ways that mattered. You’re as big of a dumbass as I knew you were if you think I’d settle for being anyone’s secret or with someone as insecure as you. I really feel bad for you, Luke Paul. Everyone thinks you’re hot shit, but you’re really just sad. You hate yourself so much that you’re only courageous enough to be your authentic self behind a device screen or closed doors,” I say, watching his face pale with shock and a myriad of emotions dance across his face.

I shoot him the finger entering the airport without a backward glance.

I may not always like myself, but I always love myself. If I learned anything this Christmas, it’s always to choose myself first.

There’s not enough groveling in the world to make me ever be Luke Paul’s real girlfriend.

Or anything that could happen to make me speak to him again!

At least, I don’t think…

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