Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

The second I got back to Luke’s room, he smashed his lips against mine. I immediately responded, fisting his shirt and stepping into his body. He moved backwards with me, allowing me to push him onto the bed. The second our lips parted, I climbed on top of him while he pulled off his shirt and threw it aside, reconnecting our lips.
“I have to feed Petunia,” his voice was quiet, hardly audible over Petunia’s scratching at her bowls. I shook my head, not wanting to lose my boldness.
“Stay,” I pleaded.
“As much as I’d love to-” he began, trying to sit up. I pushed his shoulders back down.
“Can’t it wait?” I frowned. He glanced at Petunia, who was lying next to the bag of food.
“I don’t know,” he sighed. We stilled for a second, Petunia remaining still with us.

“If you don’t stay, I’ll make you,” I teased, Luke’s eyes widening.
“And how’s a small thing like you going to make me stay?” He played along, chewing on his bottom lip.
“I’ll do this.” I pulled his arms above his head, holding them in place with one hand as the other drew a line down his bare chest. “And this,” I whispered, peppering kisses down his jaw, to his neck and chest.
“Hey,” he protested, his breathing heavy. “That’s not fair,” he rasped, grinning.
“I never said I played fair.” I kissed his neck again, smirking.
“Well if you don’t play fair, then neither do I.” Before I could register what he said, he flipped us over, pinning my wrists above my head and hovering over me.
“That’s not fair!” I giggled, stealing his phrase.
“I never said I played fair.” He stole my phrase as well, his eyes travelling to my chest. “Now it’s my turn.”

His lips were on mine again, a warm hand sliding into my shirt and across my stomach. I let out a breathy laugh at our reversed roles.
“Look what you’re doing to me.” He smirked, rolling his hips into mine, I moaned at the sudden pressure to my body. “I’m already hard and all we’re doing is kissing.” He moved to my neck, peppering kisses down to my collarbones. “Someday, daddy’s going to show you how he likes to fuck.” He ran a hand down my cheek. “But I’ll have to break you in first.” He winked and I gasped, our eyes meeting each other.
“So you do have a daddy kink?” He stared at me, a smile forming on his lips. He leaned down, kissing my neck and whispering into my ear.
"You caught me." I laughed, which only causing him to inch closer in response. His hand let go of my wrists, holding me by my waist and kissing me while he moved his body in between my legs, leaning over to keep our touch in contact. My arms snaked around his neck, hands tangling in the thick, curly mess. I moved my hips slightly to connect with his; he let out a small moan in response.

"Luke." I mumbled against his lips and he pulled away, thinking something was wrong and worriedly stared at me. "I want to try something." I panted. He raised his eyebrow. "I want to do it. I’m ready," I whispered. His eyes widened as he crooked his head.
"N-Now?" he stuttered, I nodded. "Oh, baby, I don't think we should. I mean, I’m about to leave and-" He stopped as soon as I frowned. Does he not want me? "Are you sure about this?" He asked and I nodded. "Say it." He rasped. "I need to hear you say it." I took a deep, shaky breath.
"I want to have sex with you,” I said and he sighed, eyes beaming through me.
"Are you positive?" he asked.
"Don't you want to?" My voice was slow, unsure. He doesn’t want me.
"Oh, baby... Trust me, I do... But, I want to make sure you want to, too." I bit my lip.
"I'm sure!" I snapped. "I want to do this." He slowly nodded, connecting our lips.

"Make love to me." I whispered, feeling his lips slowly slide down my neck.
"Within good time." He cooed, his hands traveling to the bottom of my shirt, lifting it gently. Suddenly, I was nervous. Do I want to do this? Do I want to share this intimate of a moment with him? He makes me so angry sometimes, then just goes and intoxicates me with his lips and I can't breathe. I can't breathe right now, and I'm praying for forgiveness. I'm praying that God will forgive me for the sin I was about to commit. It's going to be okay… It's going to be okay… It's going to be okay… I kept reminding myself, it was getting harder to breathe.

Somehow, now, I was completely naked, kissing Luke as he took off his jeans. My hands were tangled in his hair, slowly moving down to his shoulder blades. I felt them as he moved his hands down my curves; kissing every inch of my body. I felt like I was going to throw up. So scared, so nervous, so undecided. No, this is exactly what I did last time. I will go through with his. Now is our only time to do this.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked again, his forehead creased with anticipation.
"Yes." I breathed, lying. I'm not sure. Fuck, I’m freaking out.

He nodded slowly, pulling his boxers down and kissing me some more. I felt him against my thigh as he kissed my jaw.
"Are you ready?" He asked, I nodded. I was sure about that. If we didn't do this now, I'd overthink it too much and I'd never get it done. Luke ripped the foil packet, rolling a condom on to him. A small part of me says it's just your virginity. It's just sex. You can do this, God will forgive you. God forgives everyone. Another part is afraid to admit that Luke is a God. He's so beautiful, so kind, and so hard on himself.

His hands were on either side of me, the head of his erection was touching me, and I was so scared about what it'd feel like. Yet, I was anticipating it. This is what I’ve been missing out on, and I was about to experience it with someone I love.
"It might hurt,” he rasped. "But only until you get used to it." I bit my lip, nodding even though I could barely hear him. My thoughts were louder than his words. "I don't want to hurt you." He lightly ran his hand down my cheek. I nudged my face into his palm, smiling lightly. My breath was shaky as he took his hand off me, placing it back on the bed. His eyes beamed into mine, seeming unsure as well. How many other girls has he been with? Were any of them virgins? Does he know how to handle this? Is he as scared as I am? As confused?

"You're so beautiful." He brought me back, smiling down at me with blue eyes and a dimple stamped into his cheek.
"You are too." I whispered, my voice weak. His eyes softened, and if I didn't know better, I'd think it was pain.
"No, baby." He whispered. "I'm not." Oh, Luke, you're the most beautiful man I've met. We’ve been here before—this exact position, ready to give it all. "Are you sure, baby?" he asked for the millionth time and I nodded for the millionth time, smiling weakly.

Within a second, he pushed himself inside me. I gasped, arching my back off the bed and pinching my eyes shut, digging my nails into his skin.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he gushed. "Maybe we should stop." I shook my head, opening my eyes and trying to ignore the sharp, stinging pain.
"No," I refused. "Keep going." His lips pursed as he moved slightly, my nails stabbing his skin and whimpering.
"I'm sorry." He frowned, leaning forward and kissing me briefly.

He moved himself, filling me, then leaving me empty, back and forth, a steady pace. After a while, I wasn't clawing him in pain, it was for pleasure. He rocked his hips back and forth, taking my body with him. His eyes beaming into mine.
"Does it feel okay?" he asked. I nodded, unable to speak. I felt like I melted into him, his hands moved to my hips and he was slowly pressing himself into me. Our breathing was heavy, matching each others, and I wondered if his heartbeat was as fast as mine. I wonder if it felt as pleasurable to him as it did to me. My eyes clamped shut as I moaned; unintentionally leaving scratches along his back. It didn't seem to phase him, as he followed in pursuit.
"Luke, I-" I moaned, louder than I intended.
“Come on, baby. Let go.” He groaned, releasing himself into me and falling down, careful not to put all his weight on me.

He was dressing and feeding Petunia within seconds, walking around the room as if he hadn’t just taken my virginity. I couldn’t move. I pulled the blanket to cover my exposed body and sat up, watching as he moved around the room. He wasn’t speaking. He wasn’t even looking at me. Instead, he was rubbing his eyes and pushing his hair out of his face. I grabbed his shirt from the floor next to the bed and slid it on along with my panties.
“Are you coming back?” I finally asked, my voice quiet and unsure. He was facing away from me, nodding slowly.
“Yeah. I just need a second.” And that’s all he took, returning back to the bed with me. He climbed in, lying on his back as he pulled the covers up.

“Everything’s weird now… Isn’t it?” I was scared to hear his answer. If everything was fucked now, what would they be like in three months?
“No.” He sighed, propping his head up with his arms. “I just… I’ve never had sex with someone I actually care about.” He pinched the bridge of his nose as I moved closer to him, pulling his arm away from his face so I could look at him. “It was just a big step for both of us.” He took a deep breath, holding his free arm out. “Come here, pretty girl. Let’s take a nap.” I grabbed his hand and he pulled me to his chest. Before I set my head down, I gave him one last kiss.
“I love you,” I whispered as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“I love you more.” He tightened his grip on me and I finally let my eyes shut, falling into a much needed, deep sleep.

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