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Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Talk Dirty.

Luke sped down the highway, passing each car in his way. The 45 minute drive took 30 and he kept his right hand on my thigh, rubbing circles into my skin. I felt like my insides were slowly twisting themselves into a knot. All the sweet words and confessions he’d made in the past 24 hours combined with the heated kiss we’d shared on the beach, made me want him so bad. I wasn’t sure what we’d do when we got to his room, but I was ready for whatever he had planned. I was also ready to give him something in return. I was planning to suck up my shyness and give him the release he needed.

Luke pulled into the driveway of the frat house, screeching to a halt and grabbing my hand before rushing inside. As we made our way past the living room, Ashton came out of the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in his hand.
“Hey Luke, where’s your shirt-” he began with a mouthful of food, but was cut off.
“Hey Ash, fuck off,” Luke snapped, quickening his pace. He dragged me along with him, up the stairs and to his room. Petunia lied on her be in the corner, not bothering to look up as Luke slammed the door shut. As soon as he did, he pulled my body to his and presses his lips against mine.

His hands found my waist as he walked into me, gently ushering me backwards. When my legs hit the edge of the bed, he pushed me down. I stared up at him with need and he smirked before climbing on the mattress and hovering over me. His lips found mine, our tongues tangled with each other. He kissed down my neck, sucking harshly and causing a small squeak of excitement to leave my throat. He bit down on the tender area and I gasped, fisitng at his hair. “If you want me to stop, just say so,” he whispered in my ear before kissing the lobe and moving to another portion of my neck to suck and bite. When I didn’t reply, he pushed up my top, yanking it over my head. His kisses peppered down from my neck to top of my breasts and he sucked my skin. “God Val, you’re so hot.” He rasped, pulling away. I arched my back up so he could unclasp my bra and he tossed it on the floor.

One hand played with my right nipple while he sucked on the other and I panted, letting out a slight moan when he pulled away. In the moment, I didn’t care that he was leaving bruises across my pale skin, I just wanted more of him. He kissed down the valley of my breasts, pulling my skirt off and throwing it with my other discarded clothes.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, running his fingers over the lace. I sucked in a breath and his eyes focused on me. “Is that what you want?” He asked, running his fingers along my heat again. I bit my lip, nodding. Luke pushed the material aside, letting me feel his fingers against my bare skin. “You’re so wet,” he continued to rub me and I moaned softly. He moved up to kiss my neck. “Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?” He asked when he heard my moan and I couldn’t bring myself to reply. His pace was much too slow, and he knew he was killing me. He ceased movements, pulling away. My heart was racing, I felt like it could jump out of my chest. “Answer me.” He demanded and I pinched my eyes shut.
“Yes,” I breathed.

He rubbed over me again, surprising me when he slipped a finger in. I let out a moan, bucking my hips up. He held them down with his free hand, slowly pumping in and out, replacing one finger with two. His mouth connected with my nipple again and I moaned. All the stimulation felt like too much and not enough at all. It’s been so long since we’ve done this, and I felt myself quickly getting worked up.
“Luke,” I moaned and he stopped.
“Not yet,” he pulled his fingers out. “I’m not done with you yet, baby.” He kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth as I came down from the high that almost had me crashing. Once my breathing slowed, he broke off the kiss and started to rub me again, his deft fingers moving in slow circles. He sucked on the skin of my neck again and I moaned at the pleasure I felt with his fingers and the pain when he bit the tender skin below my jaw.

Again, I was close to coming undone and he stopped, pulling off my panties. The fingers that we once playing with me were now tracing my lips.
“We’re taking our time today,” he told me and I made a bold move, grabbing ahold of his wrist and taking his fingers in my mouth, sucking the wetness from them. “God, I want to fuck you so bad.” He groaned, pulling his fingers away from me and I smiled. “What’s that?” He raised an eyebrow at my smile and I bit my lip to try and hide it. “Oh, you like seeing me suffer, huh?” I shrugged. Normally I wouldn’t be so coy, but he was torturing me with such a slow pace. He chuckled, running his tongue over his lips. “Fine. I’ll make you suffer, too.” He decided, kissing down my stomach and stopping above my heat. He moved to my thighs, kissing along the inside and stopping before he reached the point where the real pleasure lied. He repeated the actions, torturing me.

I screwed my eyes shut, whimpering.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked before pressing his lips to mine and biting my bottom lip. I tangled my hands in his hair.
“Please,” I begged when he pulled away and he smirked.
“Are you sorry?” I nodded and he kissed down my stomach again, finally connecting his lips to my sex. My grip tightened in his hair as his tongue worked around me. He slipped his fingers back in and I moaned. Within seconds, I was coming apart and moaning Luke’s name. He continued his actions until I couldn’t take it anymore and gently set a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me with an evil grin as I tried to catch my breath.

I took him by surprise when I pulled him up, igniting a rough kiss. With shaking hands, I ran my hands down his hard chest and tried to undo the button on his jeans. He laughed into my mouth, assisting me in unbuttoning and unzipping his skinny jeans.
“You don’t have to-” he began, but stopped when I tried to tug down the black fabric. He moved off the bed, ridding of his jeans and I sat up, pulling him back down. I tried to be dominant, getting him to lie on his back, but he ended up complying to my request because of my weak nature. The bulge in his black boxers intimidated me, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to see what was underneath. Luke noticed my fixed gaze and pulled me to him, pressing his lips to mine. It was much different than the other kisses we shared in the past hour—This one was sweet and slow. While our lips were connected, I reached down and let my fingers graze the bulge.

His pulled away from me, drawing in a sharp breath when my fingers explored the length. I wasn’t sure what to do with my hand, and he knew that. He guided my fingers in curling around him, moving up and down. It was a slow, steady pace and I worried that the boxers were uncomfortable and constraining. I didn’t mention this. When his hand left mine, he tucked his arms under his head to prop it up and I fastened the pace.
“Shit,” he moaned, biting at his lip. “Tighter,” he told me and I complied. His eyes screwed shut and his brow furrowed. He looked so vulnerable in this moment, and I loved that I had so much control over him. So much so, that it prompted my next move. I didn’t draw back the underwear, but I stuck my hand under and touched him—Really touched him. A throaty moan left his mouth when I picked the pace back up. “God, Val.” He hissed. “I’m going to cum,” I didn’t stop. I loved having this control over him. I continued with my movements and seconds later, he twitched in my hand and a warm liquid pooled out of him, covering the boxers and my hand in the moisture. “Fuck.” He groaned, grabbing my wrist to stop my movements.

I slowly drew my hand back, out of his boxers. I wiped the cum from my hand to his soiled underwear as he caught his breath. I didn’t know what to say to him, but I felt uncomfortable—Both lying there, naked and coming down from our highs. Luke pulled my hand, lying me down on his chest. I covered my breasts with my hands as he kissed my forehead.
“Don’t cover up,” he told me, noticing the uncomfortable nature I was in due to trying to hide my parts. When I didn’t budge, he kissed my forehead again. “You don’t have anything to be ashamed of,” I appreciated his attempt to make me feel better, but I’ve hated my body my entire life and a couple words couldn’t change that. He pulled a throw blanket over our bodies and I tucked it under my arm, setting my (now free) hand on his chest. My fingers ran through the hair on his chest while his arms wrapped around me.

We stayed like that for a while, the sweat from our excitement molding together as we lied there. I wondered if he did this with all the other girls he’s been with—Holding them and playing with their hair to lessen their anxieties. Before I could ask him about it, he spoke up.
“Do you want to take a shower with me?” He asked and I crooked my head up to look at him.
“No!” I laughed, shocked that he’d ask to do something like that.
“Why not?” He frowned, his blue eyes beaming into me.
“I-I don’t have any clean clothes,” I tried to reason my way out of it. I didn’t want him to see my body in that light, under the water, when the lust we felt for each other was put on hold.
“I can lend you some.” He stated.
“I-I don’t know… It just seems very… Intimate.” My face reddened as he raised an eyebrow.
“So was what we just did,” he chuckled. I didn’t reply, subconsciously tightening my grip on the blanket that was hiding me. “Okay,” he accepted. “Well, would you like a shower before I take one?” I nodded and he stood up, pulling down his boxers.

My eyes widened and I quickly looked away before I could see anything. Luke noticed and laughed quietly as he tied a towel around his waist. Once he was covered, I watched him move to the dresser and pull out a pair of sweatpants, two clean shirts, and two pairs of boxers. He handed me the pants, a top, and a pair of boxers. He kept the other pair of boxers and top for himself, grabbing his skinny jeans off the floor. He moved to the closet, getting a clean towel and holding it out to me.
“Close your eyes,” I whispered and he rolled them before obeying. When I was sure he couldn’t see me, I got rid the blanket and wrapped my body in the towel.

Before we ventured into the hall, Luke peeked around to make sure no one was walking around. Then, he led me to the bathroom. I made Luke cover his eyes as I stepped in the shower and let the water run over my body. He was quiet on the other side of the curtain and I worried that he left me alone. I didn’t want to be alone in this house, naked and vulnerable.
“Luke?” I asked with a quiet voice.
“Yeah?” I didn’t want him to know that I was unsure if he was still there, so I decided to cut my shower early. I turned off the water.
“Can you hand me the towel?” I held my hand out and Luke’s fingers grazed mine when he passed off the towel. After drying my body and wrapping the towel around my body, I stepped out. Luke was hunched over, sitting on the toilet seat and busying himself in his phone.

When I cleared my throat, he looked up and gestured to the clothes folded on the sink. I walked over to the mirror, pulling my hair to the side and examining the love bites Luke had left on my skin. I wished they weren’t there. At least, not in such a visible area. He walked up behind me, setting his hand on my waist and pressing a light kiss to each of the bruises.
“Now they’ll know you’re mine.” I was shocked at his possessiveness. I didn’t know who he was referring to or why he had to label me as his. I wanted to scold him, to tell him that he wasn’t aloud to sign me like a contract, but I didn’t.
“Yours?” I asked instead, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
“Are you?” He asked. “Mine?” He clarified.
“I don’t know,” my voice was quiet, in fear of his reaction.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He turned my body around to look me in the eye.
“We have a habit of building each other up and tearing each other down,” I explained and he bit his lip, refusing my eye contact. “Maybe we could just test the waters for a bit-” I began and he let out an angry sigh, pulling his towel off his waist and leaving me alone while he showered.

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Comments

I've just read this story in about 24 hours and all I can say is Oh My God! How have you written something (and someone) so perfect?

urgh I love this

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@Prinny1321
I promised I would finish it, and I'm finishing it!