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Pure Seduction

Luke Hemmings

The problem with dating a rock star and having to keep up with your own life at home is that when Luke Hemmings asks you to be his girlfriend it’s on Skype at o'dark thirty and the first time you get off together it’s over the phone and you’re in the guest bedroom at your parents’ house, trying not to let them hear you touching yourself to Luke’s stumbling, but ultimately panty-wetting dirty talk.
And while that sort of thing wouldn’t be anyone else’s business, neither of you send each other nudes or any risque shots really.
So when he finally makes it to you again on some three day stint between important events, you nuke pizzas and have a couple beers together and it’s not long before you’re both in your bed and you’re straddling Luke’s thighs, grinding down your panty covered crotch against the tent in his jeans

. And honestly, you’re a little more than eager for it; you can tell he’s got quite a bit going on down there, can feel it already fat and hard under the denim. Just imagining it inside you is enough to have you leaving a dark, wet trail across the front of his pants. Luke’s hands are alternately in your hair and fumbling for your bare breasts as your own hands use his naked chest as a way to prop yourself up and he kisses you in a way that says he knows how but hasn’t done it quite often. The lip ring was cool on your skin at first, but it’s quickly become hot between your mouths as he licks his way between your lips and pushes his hips up into yours.
With a stuttering breath, you think, this is it, moment of truth, you’re getting these skintight jeans off his long legs and setting your eyes on every inch of him. As his grip in your hair tightens just shy of pain, you open up his fly and curl your fingers into the waist of both his jeans and underwear.
There’s a moment where he falters, fingers unraveling from your hair but his hand still firmly cupped around one boob, thumb not just grazing but nearly abusing the nipple, and you wonder if Luke’s nervous - like not just excited nervous, but honestly so. You let go of the last shreds keeping him out of sight to catch his gaze.
Pressing a little kiss to his nose and chin, you ask, “You okay?”
You can see his lip bubble out where his tongue presses against his piercing, though his eyes are dark, the pupils huge. "Y-yeah. I’m good. Really good.“
Smiling encouragingly, you use your hand to cover the back of his, helping him squeeze the plush flesh he’s already been kneading. "We can stop with this much if you want, Luke.”
His cheeks, which were flushed quite crimson to begin with, grow even redder. "No. No, no, I’m good. I mean it.“
You raise your eyebrows, but he licks his lips and thrusts up again, reminding you of the task you were about to complete. That’s all the answer you need to get back to work, curling your hands in his clothes again, kissing your way down his chest and abdomen - there’s so much of it, he’s so broad and long, it’d take you days to kiss all of him - as you tug the constricting fabric down his legs.
When you’ve got it all around his thighs, you take a peek.
"Oh,” escapes you, like someone’s knocked the breath right out of you.
You don’t quite notice Luke tense as you take in the sight of his cock, at the way it curves up to lay against his belly, swollen and already leaking. Of course, yes, you’d expected him to be big, but maybe… maybe not quite this big. You clench so hard as you imagine taking that inside you that it almost hurts, your mouth dry and the rest of you decidedly not.
“Uh…” Luke’s voice is soft and you hear him rustling around so that when you jerk your head up, he’s up on his elbows. His face is cherry red with embarrassment, though you’re sure you look pretty damn comical with your mouth hanging open, eyes wide. "It, um, you okay?“
It takes a good moment to find your voice and you swallow hard, "Uh, yeah?”
Luke squirms as you remain frozen there, your hands digging into his thighs. Honestly, you know not all of that’s going in, there’s no way, but thinking about it has you going tingly all over and you’re about to yank his clothing off the rest of the way when his voice touches your ears again.
“Is it, um, not enough?”
The noise that comes out of you is meant to be a laugh, but it might sound more like a small dog barking. This time your own cheeks are hot, as you quickly shake your head, still trying to swallow laughter at this completely illogical assessment of his downstairs.
“Not- Luke? It-” You press a hand to your mouth, embarrassed and amused and watching him grow squirmier and squirmier underneath you. "No,“ you tell him finally and his eyes go wide until you clarify, "This is… it might be more than, um, more than, ah…”
Despite how obviously worried he’d been, you can see him start to puff up again, especially since you can’t quite look him in the eyes, your own gaze constantly darting to his darkly flushed dick. Maybe you should have downplayed it a tiny bit; you don’t want him getting too cocky. (Hee hee.)
But it’s just the truth. None of your exes were even close to this big and you’re a tiny bit nervous, because you know it’s pretty much more than necessary, but you’re excited all the same. Luke lets you get the rest of his clothes off now without any other interruptions and you stand up long enough to shimmy out of your panties, crawling up the mattress over him and dragging your wet and waiting middle along the hard line of him.
His head falls back between his shoulder blades momentarily and the moan that rumbles up out of his throat has you growing hotter. Knowing you can’t actually take him in from this position, you still rock against him, run your slick folds the length of his cock, wetting him as you move along. Luke’s hips move almost of their own accord, pushing up to meet your movements. His hands find your sides, fingers digging into your skin as you push down enough get the weeping tip of him against your clit and now your breathy sounds of pleasure join his. Your fingernails dimple his chest as you move.
Your name is soon a question on his lips, because you both know where you’d really like him to be buried, not just between your soaked lips but deeply inside you, and you have to tell him, “I- I definitely don’t think I can be on top then.”
He doesn’t have to ask why now. Luke rolls you over onto your back, caging you in with his hands on either side of your head. His mouth touches down on yours, kissing it open and tasting you again, pushing himself against you and then asking, almost shyly, “You gonna be okay?”
“Definitely okay,” you tell him, with a tiny laugh that does nothing to deflate the pride you’d awakened in him, but does soften up the concern behind it.
He reaches between the two of you to line himself up and then he’s pushing in. Your hands fist in the sheets on either side of you as he stretches you open even more than you already had naturally and it burns in the best of ways. You both know when he’s sheathed inside you as far as he can go, and that’s when he drags his dick back out, touching on all the best nerve endings.
The pace he sets though, as he fills you up, is torturously slow, the strain in his arms and stomach obvious. You squirm underneath him, pushing your hips up and running your nails up and down his back. "Luke, please…“ you beg, "Faster.”
He hesitates enough to stop altogether and you curl one first into own hair to tug. "But… I don’t want it to hurt,“ he mumbles.
You push up on your elbows to kiss him hard on the mouth then, pleased with the way it seems to make him stutter forward into you. "You won’t,” you tell him, pushing your hand back through his short hair and tugging on the way out. "Please, I need you to.“
It’s mercifully enough and when you’re pressed back into your pillows again, Luke’s hips begin to meet yours again and again in a rhythm much faster than before; you can’t even watch his cock disappearing inside you like you might have otherwise, head thrown back and, "Luke!” a mantra on your lips. He ruts his way into you, fucking you open until his length and girth are bearable and your bodies are pressed together, hot and slick where your skin meets. Luke’s breath is hot in your hair and the sounds he makes just sweeten up the connection between the two of you. Though it’s not until he pushes his hand between your legs to rub at your clit in tight circles that you really feel the crescendo coming on.
You come with a cry that goes jagged, cuts into panting and whining as you clench hard around him and Luke can barely move except to shudder and claw at the mattress beneath your head. He follows you over that white hot edge only moments after and soon the two of you are simply tangled up together in your sheets, gasping for breath and holding on to one another. Luke wriggles around until he can nuzzle into your neck, his lips and the heated the metal through the bottom one touching your throat in a not quite kiss.
“This was even better than I imagined it,” Luke mumbles.
You can’t help the breathy laugh that escapes you, but it’s infused with as much affection as it is humor. You’d already imagined quite a bit yourself, so it’s all been more than a pleasant surprise.
Kissing his sweaty forehead, you tell him, “Me too.”

Notes

~~SYN ROSE~~

Sorry for being so MIA guys!!

Comments

HOW THE HELL DO YOU VOTE

I'VE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE THAT OUT FOR WEEKS NOW! I CAN SUBSCRIBE, RATE AND COMMENT BUT I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO FRICKIN VOTE!!!!! ARGH!

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL!

Great Sequal!!! XD

Plz do a foursome with all the guys

KayLovesNiall KayLovesNiall
8/5/16

Please write some more soon. Your a great writer

Padaleki Padaleki
6/13/16

@Anon
P would love to help!

Mixedthoughtz Mixedthoughtz
6/4/16