School of the Arts

"I don't want to leave tomorrow," I whine as I rest my head on Luke's warm chest. It feels nice, Luke playing with my hair while a draw lazy circles over the shirt the covers his chest.

"I know. This week has been amazing," he mumbles and kisses my head lightly.

"It really has," I reply with a smile as I recall the events of the past week. Apart from the little hiccup at the begging it's been wonderful.

"I'm sorry about the thing before," he says guiltily.

"Don't be Luke. I honestly don't care anymore. I'm not one to dwell in the past."

"You're so perfect," he says. "Absolutely perfect." My heart flutters and I kiss his chest lightly.

"You're perfect," I say. We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes befire he breaks it.

"What are you doing for the rest of break?" he asks.

"Just staying on campus. My parents are in Paris," I reply and he has a thoughtful look on his face.

"Stay at my house," he says.

"What?"

"You can stay at my house. It would be much nice than campus, my parents will be thrilled, and we can spend more time together."

"Wont you parents mind?" I ask.

"Not at all. They love you already," he says and I blush.

"I'd love to," I decide.

He smiles down at me and brings his lips to mine. The kiss starts off slowly but heats up quickly. He pulls me up so I am straddling him and I part my lips to deepen the kiss. His tongue fights it way into my mouth and massages my own tongue gently. I can feel his growing bulge and he moans as I grind my hips into him. I tug at the hem of his shirt and he sits up while pulling it over his head. He then takes off my (his sweatshirt), revealing my bare chest. He smiles goofily before kissing down my neck. When he finds my sweet spot I moan as he sucks and nibbles lightly.

"I love you," he mumbles against my skin.

"I love you too," I reply happily. He smiles before flipping our bodies around so he is hovering over me. He kisses me again and I undo the draw string on his sweat pants before sliding them, along with his boxers, down his legs. I feel his erection on my leg and I reach down to grasp it, earning a groan from Luke. I pump him teasingly and he moans softly against my lips.

"Faster, please Kat," he begs and I oblige, pumping him faster. He loops his fingers in my panties and pushes them down my legs as far as he can reach. I kick them off the rest of the way. I release his member and he whines, making me smirk.

"Don't stop," he pleads and I giggle.

"Go inside me," I say, unsure whether it was a command or question. He smirks before positioning himself at my entrance.

"Wait, fuck. Condom," he points out and I groan in frustration. We haven't had sex since the first time and it totally slipped my mind to ask Perrie for more.

"You didn't bring any with you on the trip by any chance?" I ask hopefully.

"I didn't think we'd be in this position," he says.

"Well I'm not stopping now," I say. "Perrie has them for sure."

"How will we get them?" he asks. He loos frustrated. Join the club Mister Hemmings.

"You go sneak into their tent. Everyone is asleep anyway."

"What? Me? Why me?"

"You're more capable," I shrug.

"This isn't fair. I don't want to," he pouts.

"I guess you don't want to have sex then," I shrug and roll onto my side like I'm going to sleep.

"Fine, fine, fine," he sighs and pulls on his sweatpants and shirt quickly. "Damn Kat. Gotta be so fucking sexy all the time," he mutters under his breath and I smirk. He leaves the tent and comes back about two minutes later.

"I had to grab the whole box. It's a new one so it would make too much noise grabbing one," he explains as he zips the tent back up.

"Damn. Zayn and Perrie are really speeding through these," I say.

"Don't even put that image in my head," he warns before pulling off his sweatshirt. He then pulls his sweats of before crawling back on top of me. "Now. Where were we?" he asks. I press my lips to his as he fumbles around with the box. He's a skilled multitasker. He gets one out and rips it open before breaking the kiss to roll it on.

"Stop me if it hurts," he says and I nod quickly. He thrusts all the way inside me and we both groan loudly. I bite my lip to stifle my moans as he sets a slow but hard pace.

"Fuck," I moan as I dig my nails into his shoulders.

"You're so tight," he pants in my ear. I wrap my legs around him, allowing him to deeper. My stomach tightens and I groan again as he hits a spot deep inside me. Luke pulls all the way out before cramming back in hard. He presses his lips to mine as he does so and swallows my moans. Thanks for that Luke, I really don't want tomorrows breakfast discussion to be about my moaning.

"Faster," I breath out and he obliges, quickening his thrusts. I throw my head back in pleasure and Luke kisses the newly revealed skin.

"I'm close," he grunts. There are beads of sweat on his forehead and his thrusts are getting sloppier.

"Me too," I agree. He pulls all the way out again and slams back in hard, hitting my g spot with a perfect bullseye.

"Luke," I groan loudly. Oops.

He thrusts three more times before I hit my climax. He covers my mouth with his, muffling my screams and reaches his own climax seconds later.

"Fuck," he pants as he rolls of me.

"I know," I agree.

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