Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

“Hey you,” Luke whispered into my ear as his hands found my waist. Surprised, I spun around in his grip, teetering into him. His hold on me tightened as I fell into him and I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek before glancing at the girls to see that they’ve been occupied by Luke’s friends, their boyfriends.

“I’ve been looking for you.” He chuckled, pulling me out of the crowded living room and to the kitchen.
“I’ve been dancing!” I told him.
“You’ve been dancing?” He threw his head back, laughing. “The only times I’ve ever seen you dancing is when you’re wasted!” he mocked.
“I’m not wasted! I’m just… Having a good time.” I intertwined my fingers in his and he brought my hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss to the back of it.

“Where have you been?” I asked him, leaning against the wall in hopes to steady myself.
“Playing poker with the guys.” He leaned his body into mine, his hands on either side of my head, and he kissed me. I smiled into his lips as I kissed him back, but when he tried to slide his tongue into my mouth, I set my hands on his chest and pushed him away. He tasted like rum, mint, and cigarettes. As much as I wanted more of his kiss, I couldn’t help but notice the lingering stares from people walking through the kitchen.

I can’t imagine how this must look to everyone else—me, a shy innocent girl, and Luke, the boy who never settles down. Together, though, we’re different people. I want to experiment and he wants something deeper than what he normally has. Together, we found each other.
“Do you want to go to bed?” I asked in a hushed tone and he grinned before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

I giggled, squealing as he walked up the stairs with me and to his room. As soon as he unlocked the door and walked in, he plopped me down on the bed, hovering over me.
“I like what you’ve got on.” He smirked, his eyes trailing down to my exposed stomach.
“I wore it for you,” I whispered and his index finger traced around my belly button and I sucked in a sharp breath. I wanted to feel every inch of his touch. Something as simple as his finger running down my skin could give me goosebumps.

I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him and our eyes connected. He moved up to my face and pressed his lips against mine. He pulled my body to his and flipped us over before sitting up and positioning me on his lap.

As my weight settled on his thighs, he leaned back, peeling off his shirt. I couldn’t stop my eyes from travelling down to his defined chest. My mouth fell agape as I met his eyes again, causing him to smirk, brushing the hair out of my face. Before I had time to react, he pressed his lips against mine, his hand gently settling on the back of my neck. His plump lips continued to move against mine as his tongue slipped into my mouth, gently gliding over my tongue before pulling back, taking my bottom lip in his teeth.

“What are you doing?” I whispered as he connected our foreheads, unbuckling his pants with one hand.
“I want you to see what you do to me,” He stated. “I want you to watch me.” I couldn’t help but gasp as he touched himself over his underwear, a throaty moan escaping his lips. As I tried to scramble to my feet, he pulled my head back to him. “It’s okay,” He whispered, soothing my nerves. My small hands travelled to his curly hair, finding themselves intertwined as I gently massaged his scalp.

“I want you so bad,” He whispered, biting his lip. “Just the thought of you makes me hard.” He chuckled as I gasped, continuing to rub himself. My hands moved from his hair to his shoulder as I peered down at him. “Do you want to touch me?” He asked. I nodded, surprising myself.

My hand shook as he guided it down his chest and to his underwear, gripping his fingers around mine as he showed me how to move. He kept the pace slow as he moaned, his chest moving fast as his eyes screwed shut.
“God, Val. You’re going to make me cum,” he strained. I attempted to pull my hand away, only for him to tighten his grip on me. Only seconds passed until I felt him throb in my hand and I watched a wet patch cover his underwear as I pulled away, I noticed his chest was twitching and he was forcing his eyes open. “Fuck,” he whispered, breathing heavily.

As he gently ushered me off his lap and stood, he grabbed clean clothes. He changed in silence before turning off the light and lying next to me, pulling the comforter over my body. I set my head on his bare chest, my eyes shutting and quickly taking up sleep once he wrapped his arms around me.

I dreamt of Luke and all the things we’ve done together—sexual or not—and I dreamt of being with him forever. I dreamt of him meeting my parents and everything going well and getting their approval. I dreamt of Luke and I being happy, and never having another disagreement again.

Notes

I'm sorry this is so short