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Dirty Talks

Luke Hemmings- Whiskey Princess

It was getting dark, I leaned up against the door frame and looked at the beat up pick up truck that had a permanent place in my back year. It was filled with memories, memories that I want to erase but memories none the less. The only the still worked on that thing was the radio, so I went to the cabinet and pulled out my friend Jack.
After I turned on the truck, I put in my Bowling For Soup cd and climbed in the bed of the truck. My feet dangled off the edge as I sighed and ran my fingers threw my tangled hair. I knew that I was going to regret my next decision, but I was tired of sleeping alone.
My phone was placed down next to me, so I picked it up and searched for the all too familiar name, Luke. It took me a minute, but I finally sent him the message.
*Come over boy. I need a friend.*
A couple of minutes later, I received a reply.
*I understand.*
The air was becoming cooler, but comfortable. I took another swig of the whiskey, and waited for his arrival , thinking about everything we had done together in the truck. Long nights spent parked on the cliff, waiting for the sunrise. Another drink taken. The time I lost my virginity in the bed of the truck. Two more swigs. Each and every time we decided to take the long way home. One giant gulp.
"Calm down there, whiskey princess." Luke laughed as he took his seat next to me, taking the bottle away from me. He took a swig of Jack himself, exhaling sharply trying to contain the burning in his throat. It had become numb to me by this point.
"How was tour?" I asked, even though he had been back for a month now. This was my first night seeing him, since we decided to end things.
Luke threw the bottle back, taking a larger drink than his previous one. The conversation was edgy at first, then went back to how things were before he left. We were laughing, and playing around like we’d used to. Alcohol not only calmed the nerves, but suppressed the bad memories.
I played with my bottom lip between my teeth as I paid attention to what Luke was saying. Or as much as I could pay attention, my mind wondering as I looked down as Luke’s lips. The alcohol also affected my sense of judgment. So I unexpectedly pulled Luke into a kiss, to my surprise he kissed back immediately. All the things I felt before came rushing back.
I hopped off the truck, grabbing his hand and pulling him up with me. He quickly shut the bed, then followed me into the house. We both knew what was bound to happen, yet neither of us stopped it.
When we reached my room, Luke threw me up against the wall roughly. He held each sides of my face as he kissed me, both roughly and passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him as close as I could have him. Luke moaned into the kiss, as he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked over to my bed. Luke threw me down, causing me to bounce before he climbed over me.
I removed my shirt, then started at his. Luke kissed up and down my neck, before he kissed right under my ear causing me to moan. One of his hands held onto my waist, as he started to rub me over my shorts. I tried to raise my hips, wanting more from him, but his hand held me down.
These quick movements made me dizzy, but I wanted more. Luke played with the button on my shorts, then ripped them down my legs. He pulled off my panties as well, dragging his two fingers up and down my slit.
"Luke, I need more." I moaned, pulled on his hair.
Luke removed his clothes, but instead of bringing what I really up to me, he used his fingers again. He pushed his two fingers inside me, then pressed his thumb to my clit. My back arched off the bed, having his face land between my breasts because he was looking down at what he was doing. Luke immediately moved his face, so that he was sucking on the top part of my bruise. There was definitely going to be a dark purple mark there tomorrow.
"Luke, please." I moaned out, so he withdrew his fingers.
Luke pumped himself a couple of time with the same hand, so it was already was wet. He moaned a little, biting it lip so hard that it was white around where his teeth were placed. Luke lined himself up with me, then pushed in. A mixture of pleasure and memories flooded my body. The whiskey didn’t suppress the memories as much as I had hoped.
Luke rocked his hips in and out, I dragged my nails down his back as I bucked my hips to met his. “Shit, Y/N.” Luke swore as I tightened around him. We both continued to move at a rapid pace, our bodies drenched in sweat. Luke kissed the sweat off of my forehead, then moved down to my neck.
He twitched inside me, but didn’t cum just yet. I pulled on his hair, harder than ever and I felt him cum inside me. Luke rode out his high, reaching deeper in me than before. My walls tightened around him once more, and I moaned out his name as I released myself around him.
Luke pulled out of me and rolled over on his back. Our chest rose and fell at the same rate, we both struggling to catch our breath. Once it was back to normal, I crawled under the blanket, having no energy left. Luke did the same, and hesitated before moving closer to me.
"Is this okay?" He asked, as he wrapped his arm around me.
"Yeah." I told him. It was funny how he asked if it was okay to cuddle, but didn’t take a second to think about sex.
"God, I hate sleeping alone." Luke whispered in my ear.