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Waiting For It Gets So Boring // Luke Hemmings

Cass & I hope you've enjoyed our silly little miniseries - we're both thrilled to be co-writing together again and have many more projects in the works so stay tuned! We're closing out the week with a story about trying to make some memories with Luke amidst a loud house party. Historically, we're Cashton girls and only write for our lanes but Hemmo currently has us both feelings things and thus this bonus chapter was born.

If you haven't already, be sure to check out yesterday's offering featuring Calum over on @cal-puddies and Ashton's chapter, posted here on Wednesday. And of course, the series masterlist linked below has been updated with complete links. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Boyfriend!Luke trying to reconnect with his girl after returning from tour. Marijuana edibles consumed at a party. Semi-public teasing, moderately rough sex featuring brief choking, oral sex, cum play, mention of hypothetical anal play, dirty talk containing strong language.

Word Count: 6360

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“Oh my god, that’s so much better, I feel like I can breathe again. ”

You plop down on the outdoor couch, relieved to get away from the noisy, raging house party and take in the cool, night air. With Luke on tour the past couple months, it’d been a while since you’d been out and trying to get back into the swing of things with a rager at Michael and Crystal’s house was like diving into the deep end; you knew their place was huge but it was still shocking to discover exactly how many people can fit in there at one time.

“WHAT?!” Luke yells from across the yard, walking comedically slow so that he doesn’t spill the red solo cups of water he snagged for you on the way out of the house. You giggle to yourself at his concentration, trying to focus on the filled to the brim drinks but also process what you were saying over the music and the stoned thoughts swirling in his head.

If the crowd wasn’t already overwhelming on its own, it was decidedly way too much to handle once you and Luke agreed to share one of the gourmet edibles someone had brought over from a fancy dispensary you’d been hearing about. The two of you are far from novices when it comes to weed but edibles always hit different and these designer ones seemed especially potent.

“I guess we’re a little out of practice here,” you comment as he gets closer, taking your cup from him.

He kicks his leg up on the coffee table, striking a cool pose as he downs his water in one gulp. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey, I think I’m killin’ it tonight,” he brags, crushing the plastic cup in his hand, struggling to stave off the self-satisfied smirk that always paints his face when he knows he’s amusing you. You laugh, probably a little too loudly, and tug on the sleeve of his striped button down, eager to have him sitting beside you.

“Guess the important part is that we’re trying,” you shrug, cozying up against his side as he throws his arm around you and settles in. You lean over and peck his hand resting on your shoulder. “Making new memories together, like we said."

It’d been a whirlwind year since you’d met Luke; with him actually staying in one place to record the band’s album, the bond between you grew quickly and strongly. You knew when he left for tour the adjustment period was going to be tough, and it was, but what neither of you anticipated was how difficult coming home again would be. You shared stories from your life at home, he shared stories from the road but it wasn’t the same as the stories you used to star in together. It seemed you’d both gotten used to the distance and it was taking longer than it should for that sense of closeness to return.

Something had to be done and after much discussion, it was decided the two of you needed to get out and experience things together again, make an effort to forge a new bond instead of waiting for the old one to be restored. And that’s how you ended up at a party neither of you were particularly enjoying, high off a weed cookie that was definitely way too tasty to be trusted.

He nods, joking, “Exactly. New memory of us only knowing about 12 people at this party: unlocked. New memory of us trying to be social and deciding we’d rather be alone: unlocked. New memory of me doing this: unlocked.” He leans in, rubbing softly over your cheek before planting a soft kiss on you.

“Smooth,” you chuckle, pecking his lips as he pulls away. “You still taste like chocolate.”

His face lights up and he reaches into his shirt pocket. “Funny you should mention that…” He triumphantly presents a folded up napkin to you, containing the other half of the cookie you split. He raises it to his mouth slowly, clearly anticipating your reaction.

“Lu! Oh my god,” you laugh in disbelief, shaking your head as he smiles mischievously and takes a bite. “You can’t tell me you’re not feeling it enough already, I told you half was more than enough for us to share!”

He scoffs playfully, “And I told you half of a half wasn’t nearly enough for a big guy like me.” He offers you the rest of the treat and when you firmly refuse, he shrugs and proudly pops it into his mouth.

“You’re a tall guy, babe, I dunno if I’d say big.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Not what you were screaming last night,” he declares smugly, managing to run his hand up your thigh before he starts giggling uncontrollably.

You shake your head but find your grin growing wider as you join in with his laughter; you’ve always thought Luke was funny but he’s always hilarious when he’s high. Or is it just because you’re high that you think that? You don’t give yourself time to ponder that question because his hand has not only remained on your thigh but is now mindlessly playing with the hem of your shorts and you’ve suddenly decided this gesture must be repaid with your affection.

The party swirls around you, music fading into the background and he’s in the middle of saying something but you can’t imagine a more important task for his lips than what you have in mind so you quietly shush him and pull him in by the neck for a kiss. He relaxes into it, never one to protest a rude interruption such as this. After a few beats, you deepen it and he takes that as a sign to trace his fingers teasingly up your leg, leaving a blazing trail in their wake. His other hand wraps around your waist and your hazy, lovestruck brain decides that’s as good an invitation as any to climb into his lap.

“Oh!” He voices his surprise as you move to straddle him. He giggles joyfully as you carefully settle on top of him and once you’re in place, you return your lips to his.

“Luke,” you sigh against his mouth. You’re not sure if it’s a question, a request or a reminder to yourself at how lucky you are to call the man underneath you yours, but it needed to be said. Maybe it’s the high, maybe you’re still needy from missing him, but you can’t remember the last time the two of you took a moment to just make out and enjoy each other like this. You can’t believe how incredible it feels, how incredible he feels. You feel like you can’t get enough of him, like you need to feel more from him right now this second so you roll your hips over his, holding his face to keep him in the kiss. You gently scratch his beard, enjoying the way it prickles your fingertips, longing to feel that friction elsewhere on your body.

Luke can sense your need, pulling away just long enough to groan, “God damn,” before giving your ass an appreciative squeeze and crashing his lips back to yours. His fingers tuck under your shorts, searing into your thigh and you can’t help but want them everywhere. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and you let out a distinct moan, immediately pulling back to laugh at how loud it seemed, breaking your heated silence. Luke, of course, catches the giggles alongside you and pulls you closer, resting your foreheads together as you chuckle.

Just as you start to catch your breath, his laughter reignites as starts exaggeratedly moving his head to the rhythm of the song playing in the distance; he notices you watching in amusement and moves his hands off your body to intertwine your fingers, lifting your arms and swaying them in a swimming motion to the beat. He sings along, rocking you both back and forth while continuing the motion with your arms, nose to nose.

“You’re hot when you’re cute,” you say, cracking up at how dumb it sounds, no matter how true it is.

His face lights up at your compliment and he drops your hands so he can wrap his arms around you and lean you all the way back for a kiss; you squeal happily, holding his face to deepen it. The embrace presses your bodies closer together and as your hips bump over his, Luke groans into your mouth. He quickly pulls you upright, exhaling your name and protesting, “Gonna need you to stop grinding on me.”

“That was absolutely your fault, Lu,” you giggle.

“I don’t know, I think you need to control yourself,” he teases, running his hands over your backside with a twinkle in his eye.

“And what about you, then?” You ask, kissing his jaw.

“Honey, I am on my best behavior,” he promises, offering you a wide smile, poking his tongue through his teeth sweetly.

You brush his curls back off his forehead and he closes his eyes in appreciation of your touch, goofy smile still painted on his face. You can’t help but smile back, giggling at how obviously high he is. You give him a feather light peck and he slowly licks his lips, searching for more of your taste. You decide to tease him a little more, peppering his face and jaw with kisses before moving to nibble at his ear.

Luke lets out a quiet hum to accompany each of your kisses, his hands mindlessly rubbing over thighs. The contrasting sensations of his touch make you breathless: his rings are cool on your skin, his skin warm and inviting. The skin of his palms are soft while his fingers are enticingly rough, calloused from years of devotion to his guitar.

“Your hands feel so good on my skin,” you murmur. He captures your lips appreciatively, his fingers continuing to move up until they’re playing with the trim of your underwear. You let out a small whimper, thinking about how good he could make you feel right now if his fingers just explored a little further. You rock your hips, encouraging him. “Lu… just want to feel you, babe.”

He groans, staring up at you with pupils blown wide. “Aww, can you not feel me like this, baby?” His voice is sweet but teasing as his hands hook into the legs of your panties, just enough to pull and trace over the material but not enough to do more than graze your skin. “Is that enough? No? Still need more?” He grins at you, keeping eye contact as one of his hands slides out from your shorts to sneak under your shirt, giving one of your breasts a tight squeeze over your bra.

You feel your breath becoming notably heavier, the vibe between the two of you becoming more charged by the second. You’re not sure where it’s coming from or how it’s escalated this quickly but you couldn’t be more thrilled to be caught up in it. “More,” you say simply but confidently, your own fingers hastily working on the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin.

Luke playfully dances his fingers over the cup of your bra before slipping them inside, the metal of his rings giving you an extra pinch as he gives your nipple a tug. “Feel me now?”

You give him a hungry kiss, your hands dipping into his shirt, chest hair tickling your fingers. “More,” you dare him.

He doesn’t hesitate to follow your instruction, crazy enough about you to do what you ask, inhibitions lowered enough to not care where he gives it to you. You feel the hand between your legs shift and you both groan when he makes contact with your pussy.

“Feel that?” He asks breathlessly, leaning forward to catch your bottom lip between his teeth. You nod, rolling your hips against his hand. He chuckles at your eagerness, reaching for your hand and resting it on the bulge straining against his already notably tight slacks. “How about that, baby? Feel that?”

You give him a squeeze, biting your lip at the groan he lets out as a result. “I need you, Lu,” you state matter of factly.

“Oh, really? Couldn’t tell,” he teases, running his fingers through your folds and bringing his wet fingers to his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. “I swear I could fuck you right here.”

A voice clearing their throat in the distance breaks the lustful spell the two of you have fallen under and you both quickly but casually remove your hands from the questionable places they’ve been taking up residence.

“Who is that?” You covertly mouth to your boyfriend, who is either too startled, too high or too aroused to understand you were trying to be discreet. He shifts your weight in his lap so he can see around you, noticeably staring and trying to make out the figure in the darkness.

A beat passes and you begin to smell smoke from a cigarette that is distinctly Calum’s brand and when he clears his throat again, you definitely recognize his voice behind you. “Uh… hey Luke… you guys maybe thinkin’ about getting a ride home? Unless you wanted to give a free show to anyone who wanders out here.”

“What do you mean? Just a little moonlight make out with my girl,” he feigns innocence, giggling,

Calum snorts, taking another drag. “Sure, mate… definitely why you had your fingers in your mouth when I first came out here.” You can’t help but laugh, covering your mouth to muffle your giggles as the guys talk.

Luke does his best to keep a straight face, nodding at his friend. “Ok… yeah, fair point.” He hugs you tight against him and shrugs his shoulders. “Just so happy to be home and out with my girl… She just… baby, you just… smell… taste… sound… feel so damn good!”

“Mmm hmm and all those things will still be true back at your place, you fuckin’ animal,” Cal laughs, shaking his head. You turn to him and whisper a quick sorry and thanks. He stamps out his cigarette, waves and heads into the house, leaving you alone again.

You climb off Luke and move to sit against the other end of the couch, your legs stretching out across the cushions towards him; you scoop your phone off the end table and start looking for an Uber. His features fall into a pronounced frown and his hands immediately resume rubbing up your legs. His hands inch higher and you preemptively give the very quiet warning, “Luke.”

He rests his head on your knee, giving it a peck, bright blue eyes looking up at you innocently. "We can go home if you want, honey," he offers, nipping at your skin. “You’ll taste just as good there as you would here.”

A deep exhale escapes you, your legs parting, inviting him to crawl between them. He gladly accepts and leans over you, grinning. “You’re insatiable when you’re high, you know that?” You run your hand over his beard, dragging your nails down his neck, pulling a deep groan from him just like you hoped you would.

“Think you mispronounced ‘irresistible,’” he boasts, groaning again as you pull him closer and his hips press against yours.

“I said what I said,” you flirt, moving in for a needy kiss. It’s hot and intense from the start and only becomes more heated as you grind against him, quietly moaning when you discover he’s still hard for you. You break the kiss, pushing his hair back as you gasp, “So if we’re not going home, what do you want to do, then?”

Luke stares down at you panting, chest heaving, underneath him and bites his lip; whether it’s from arousal or concentration, you’re not sure, you just know you wish you were the one with it between your teeth. An idea must have sparked in his mind because suddenly his eyes somehow have both lit up and darkened with lust. He separates himself from you, moving down your body to rest at your legs again.

He presses a soft kiss to each knee, just as before, but this time his lips continue their journey down your legs, kisses becoming wetter and sloppier as he gets closer to the hem of your shorts. You watch curiously as his mouth meets fabric and he doesn’t stop, instead following the seam until he’s at the center. Your breath catches and you tuck your fingers into his hair as he nips at the thick seam, the warmth of his breath palpable even through the linen. He looks up to make sure you’re watching and satisfied with your attention, he darts his tongue out to lick at you over the fabric.

You jump at the teasing sensation and he grips your thighs, rings sinking into your skin. “Easy, easy,” he soothes, placing a sloppy open mouth kiss over your clothed pussy. “Soaking through these shorts, baby… swear I can taste you.” He presses his entire face between your legs, letting out a loud groan.

“Luke,” you moan, slapping a hand over your mouth, unsure how loud it was. He sits up and pulls your legs along with him, pulling you to rest on one of his thighs, creating a delicious friction. You roll your hips a couple times before you have to admit again, “Need you, Lu.”

It was a simple confession but evidently a powerful one, sending Luke immediately into action. He slides a hand between you, lightly teasing over your wet shorts as he pulls your head forward to press slow but promising kisses to each of your lips separately. “I need to bury my face in your cunt right now. Let’s go.”

You choke back another moan as he pulls you up - Luke’s language only gets that rough when he’s in a mood and you can tell it’s going to be to your benefit. Once you’re back inside the house, you lead the way through the crowd, expertly weaving through the dancing bodies and dodging the gaze of multiple Instagram stories.

Luke follows close behind you, holding onto your waist so you don’t get separated. You can feel his stiff cock pressing into your backside and he leans into your ear, whispering, “No one here knows how fuckin’ hard you made me out there… how good I’m about to make my girl feel.”

You shiver at his words, hurrying up the stairs, saying a silent prayer of thanks when you see the hallway is empty. You turn and yank him down to your lips, letting your tongue tell him how excited you are to be truly alone.

He reciprocates, tugging at your bottom lip as he pulls back. “Up,” he commands, lips curling into a smile when you put your hands on his shoulders and jump, wrapping your legs around his waist without hesitation. He groans when your bodies collide and you immediately need to hear it again, rolling your hips over his hardness in search of more.

“Lu… want it so fuckin’ bad.”

Intoxicated with need - and the second half of that cookie - he whimpers into the passionate kiss he plants on you as he rushes you down the hall and through the door to the guest room at the far end. He smoothly hits the light switch on the way in, before dropping you onto the mattress. He stands at the foot of the bed, looking you up and down, licking his lips as if he’s about to devour you.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, baby,” he breathes, pulling you back up to his lips, his hands making quick work of undoing your shorts.

You scramble to finish unbuttoning his shirt, and tug it off, exposing his broad shoulders that you’ve been waiting all night to sink your teeth into. He pulls your bottoms off while you pepper his chest and shoulders with kisses and nibbles; he quickly discards your shirt and bra before gently pushing you onto your back, hands eagerly exploring your bare skin. You arch your body into his touch, your breathy sighs enticing enough that he has to move one of his hands from your breasts to his cock, palming himself through his slacks.

Wanting to appreciate him the way he’s appreciating you, you whine at him, “Lu,” but you’re having trouble articulating what you want so you push yourself up and pull him closer, kissing on his tummy while you undo his pants. You suck a mark into his hip, nibble at his belly button and mouth over the bulge in his boxers.

Luke gathers your hair in his hand, pressing his hips against your mouth. You moan loudly, grabbing his ass, encouraging him to do it again. He groans your name, teasing, “Oh… is that what you want, baby? My girl want me to fuck her pretty little mouth?” He pulls you back by your hair and gently pushes two fingers in your mouth, grinning at the way your lips instantly suck at them. “That ready for it, huh?" He removes them with a wet pop.

“Please, Lu… fuck… do something," you whine, not caring how desperate you sound.

He scoops his arm behind you, settling you to lay on your back in the center of the bed. He hovers over you, pressing his lips to yours before working down your body. He groans against your skin, relieved at finally getting his mouth on your tits like he’s been craving, leaving a hickey on each one before continuing down. You wish you had more to offer in this moment than your moans but you don’t have the strength to do much else, everything you’re feeling - the scratch from his beard, the way the air cools your skin after the blaze of his hot open mouth kisses, the softness of his fingers contrasting against the harsh metal of the rings decorating them - is just so overwhelming.

He finally settles on his stomach between your legs, pulling one leg over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around your thigh. “You are soaked, honey,” he groans, rubbing a finger on your clit. He continues longer than he intended to but he can’t get enough of how your jaw continues to drop in relieved silence as he works you. When he finally leans in and slicks his tongue through your wetness, he moans loudly, moving up and down along your folds a few times, almost as if he’s lost himself in the tactile experience of feeling all your textures and details. He groans again, breath hot on your thigh. “God, that’s the taste I’ve been needing… nothing in this world tastes better than when my girl needs me.”

Before you can respond, his lips have wrapped around your clit, sucking with torturously light precision. “Luuuuuuuuuke,” you breathe, in disbelief at how desperate you already feel. “More, baby… need more.”

The vibrations from the moan he responds with ripple across your pussy. “Oh my sweet girl, I’m gonna give you so much more, don’t you worry,” he promises breathlessly. He dives back in, fluttering his tongue on your clit, batting it back and forth, loving the feeling of you squirming underneath his hold. You moan his name dreamily and your stomach flips when you see his hips press against the mattress in response, searching to find some friction of his own.

His tongue dips down to tease at your entrance, his hands rubbing over your thighs again before one snakes around to toy with your clit some more. He noisily laps up your arousal, murmuring against you something indecipherable but that you’d guess has to do with how good you taste. You’re so caught up in the feeling between your legs, you almost forget that one of your favorite parts of having Luke go down on you is getting your hands in his curls while he works. You comb through his hair and whimper at how soft and silky it feels between your fingers, you scratch at his scalp and it draws a muffled whine from him and your hips buck up against his mouth in response.

“Mmm, getting impatient, are we?” He taunts, moving to nip at the inside of your thighs. You whine at his attention diverting from your pussy, not exactly disproving his point. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna cum for me, baby… just not until I’m ready for you to.”

You sigh, frustrated but aroused by his teasing attitude. Luke’s always so generous in the bedroom, you rarely experience him denying you - you can’t say that you mind it.

He pulls back, staring at your body for a beat before raspily praising, “Such a gorgeous cunt, baby.” He presses small pecks along your slick lips before giving a single flick of his tongue to your clit. “You want me here, baby?” He licks down and pulls away just before his tongue meets your entrance. “What about here?” He asks, finger stopping short of pushing inside.

“Yes, Luke… please,” you gasp, aching for any part of him to be inside you at this point.

He ignores your plea and continues moving down, hands gripping your ass cheeks, fingers intriguingly close to grazing your tightest hole. “Ever thought about me here, baby?” He notices your breath deepen and his fingers move closer. “I think about it all the fuckin’ time… My fingers… my tongue… my cock… doesn’t fuckin’ matter, baby… I just want as much of you as you’ll let me have.”

You feel your wetness dripping down your skin and onto the bed; you don’t know if you’ve ever been this wet, ever been this fucked out without even being fucked yet. “I… I’ve thought about that too… god… I want it, babe,” you pant, rocking your hips towards him. “Want you anywhere… everywhere… all the time, any time… just fuckin’ want you… always.”

Luke rushes up your body to kiss you, needy at your neediness. He gets lost in the distraction of your kisses and you take the opportunity to push him onto his back so you can show him some appreciation of your own. He groans as you climb on top of him, instinctively lifting his head up so you can start working your way down from his favorite spot just above his Adam’s apple.

“Good boy,” you smirk, sucking and nipping at his neck.

“Oh my god,” he laughs knowingly, the sound of his voice vibrating under your tongue. “Don’t start.”

You tug his necklace with your teeth before pulling back to smirk at him. Part of you wishes you had the patience to tease him like he teased you but you know that’d probably end up driving you crazier than him right now. You bite gently at his collarbone before kissing gently down the middle of his chest, hair tickling your face while your palms stroke down his body, working on either side of your head.

Moving down his torso, your fingers hook in the waistband of his boxers and he eagerly helps you rid him of them. His cock slaps against his skin, red and angry from being hard for so long without any relief. You’d feel bad for him if you didn’t know he enjoys the build-up so much.

“Look at that,” you murmur, rubbing your hand flat against his shaft where it lays on his stomach. He bites his lip, hissing at the gentle pressure you’re applying. “So hard, Lu… been treating me so well, giving me so much… and this has just been waiting for my attention, hasn’t it?”

His eyes are glassy as he watches you squeeze his cock before pulling it away from his body, your fingers swiping at the thick string of precum that stays connected. “That’s all for you,” he sighs, breath deepening as you start to stroke him. “Only you could ever get me this hard.”

“All mine, huh?” You lilt, giving him a few more firm tugs before taking him between your lips. You suck lightly at the head, tongue swirling, cleaning all that he’s leaked out for you. You work him down more, going slower than you need to just because you feel like it, one hand grazing your fingertips over what’s not yet in your mouth, the other gently pulling at his balls the way he likes.

You play with him just long enough to satisfy the urge you had to do so, knowing there’s a different type of fun to be had here. The bright pop of you pulling off is quickly followed by a heavy plop as you let his cock fall back against him. You push yourself up, waiting for his eyes to meet yours before you ask, “What was it you were saying about fucking my pretty mouth?”

There’s barely a chance for you to see the smirk that spreads across Luke’s face before he’s on his feet and pulling you to the floor. He watches you wrap your lips around him again, bobbing up and down briefly before moving down to tongue at his balls. He tangles his hand in your hair, pulling you back while he uses his free hand to stroke himself. “You ready to open up for me, baby?”

You answer his question by sticking your tongue out as far as you can. Luke praises you softly as he slaps his cock across it a few times before guiding it between your lips. He gently rocks forward, back and forth, testing to see if you’re ready and when you murmur approvingly, he picks up the pace.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he growls, holding your head steady as he thrusts into your mouth. At first, he’s silent, clearly focused on keeping himself in control; you peer up and see his head tilted back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. You dig your nails into the backs of his thighs, knowing the pain will add to the sensations he’s feeling, hoping to get an uncontrolled reaction.

He more than delivers, moaning loudly and beginning to ramble a list of things he’d like to do to you while his hips speed up. You don’t hear the entirety of his monologue, you’re focused on breathing through your nose and relaxing your jaw as his cock pushes across your tongue, but when you tune in, you immediately feel your skin heat up at his words.

“...How you moan for me when you’re getting it from behind, begging for me to go deeper… I wanna be as deep as I can, baby, want you to feel me everywhere.” His head tilts forward and he looks down at you. “Do you want that, honey? Want me everywhere?”

Before you can answer, he’s speeding up again, inspired by the thoughts he’s having. “Still thinking about that gorgeous ass of yours too… how good it must feel… so tight and hot… can’t imagine how incredible you’d sound whining for me to go faster… I’d take it slow, though, baby. Treat you right.” He goes quiet again and for a moment, only the dull bass of the party music and the wet smacks and gags of his cock using your mouth fill the room.

Luke is closer to the edge than he’d like to be and his fingers tighten in your hair as he pulls you off, groaning, “So good to me, honey… so good.”

You use the back of your hand to wipe at the spit dripping down your face. “Make me feel so good, Lu… want you to feel as good as you make me feel,” you pant.

“Aww, baby… made you feel that good and I haven’t even made you cum yet? Let’s fix that,” he declares. Both of his hands clasp onto your arms to help you up and next thing you know he’s tossing you onto the bed on your stomach. You squeal as his hand swats against your ass before pulling your hips up to him. He kneels behind you on the bed and you feel him tap his cock on your ass a couple times before briefly rutting between your cheeks.

“Fuckin’ hell, Lu,” you whine, looking back at him. “Teasin’ me so bad tonight… need your cock, babe.”

He grins at your earnest plea, stopping briefly to slide his tip through your folds before finally pushing into your wet heat. You both moan in satisfaction at the feeling of him finally filling you. He grabs your hips, pulling you back against him as he pumps into you, the slapping of skin and your mixed moans the new competition against the party sounds happening downstairs.

Between Luke’s harsh thrusts and the way you’re bouncing yourself back on his cock, it’s no surprise your arms quickly give out and you fall forward onto the bed. He takes the opportunity to flip you over, soft touch soothing over your heated skin. You squeeze his hands, raising your hips to prompt him to slip back inside you.

He slides in, quickly resuming the pace he’d set. “Fuck, babe… feel so good around me.” He grabs one of your legs, pushing it up against your chest. You cry out in appreciation at the change in depth and his head drops and he bites his lip in response. “Think I wanna cover you in cum,” he murmurs breathily.

You reach up and clap your hand over his mouth. “Your dirty talk is spot on tonight, baby, but I’m gonna need you to fuckin’ do some of this shit instead of just saying it.”

You feel him grin against your palm and he accepts your dare, driving his cock into you with precision while his hand drops down to rub your clit. Your hands claw at his chest, arms and back, scratching at his skin, feeling yourself come undone. It’s like all the build up from tonight hits you at once and you whimper helplessly, “Fuck, baby… ‘m gonna cum.”

“I know, honey… want you to.”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck… Luke… please.”

A strained scream rattles your throat as you tighten around him, cumming harder than you thought possible. It seems to go on forever, the waves crashing over you rapidly and intensely and you don’t know what else to do besides moan his name.

“Jesus, baby, could you squeeze any tighter?” He groans in awe, leaning in for a rough kiss and a soft bite to your lip. As you come down, he pecks over your face and babbles about how good you gripped his cock, how he’s never felt you get that wet before but you can’t quite make it out over your panting and how fucking good you feel.

“Now you,” you prompt him, voice sated but still filled with longing.

He exhales loudly, moving to straddle your stomach. His hand dips between your legs again, collecting some of your wetness and he uses it to slick his cock, quickly getting back to a rhythm that feels good for him. “Look at you,” he growls, hand speeding up. “My pretty girl… all mine…”

“Gonna be even prettier decorated with your cum,” you groan, sitting yourself up to get a better view, scratching your nails up his thighs. He looks so gorgeous stroking himself for you, he’s been so good to you tonight, you want nothing more than to participate in his orgasm. “Can I help, Lu?”

He blows the curls off his forehead and grabs your hand from his thigh and moves it to his neck, your fingers draped over the sides. “Squeeze for me?”

Luke has never asked you for something like this but you trust him and his judgment implicitly so you gingerly add pressure. “Like this?” You confirm, watching his face carefully.

A guttural groan you don’t recognize comes from deep within his chest and he breathes a needy yes as he fucks into his fist with desperation.

It’s not only possibly the hottest situation you’ve ever found yourself in but you don’t think you’ve ever felt closer to your boyfriend. Your sex always feels intimate but this feels different. Feeling overwhelmed again, you rush a kiss to his lips and coax, “C’mon, baby, need you to cum for me.”

Luke whines, “Tighter, babe, please,” and you oblige his request. “Just like that,” he puffs out just as his cock begins spurting. He varies his strokes as ropes of hot cum spray across your chest and neck, moaning loud and long as the orgasm washes over his senses. As his hand slows down, your grip on his neck loosens and you murmur encouragingly, letting him know you enjoyed it as much as he did.

He takes a deep, exhausted breath, taking your hand and pressing soft kisses to your palm. “Thank you, baby,” he mumbles.

He flops onto the bed beside you, running his hands through his hair. He turns to see you drag a finger through the cum on your breasts, licking it off appreciatively, unaware he’s even paying attention. He chuckles at you, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand to help you out.

“Fucking at Mike’s house? New memory: unlocked,” you joke, grinning at him as he gently cleans you up.

He snorts, adding, “Sleeping over and waking up early to wash these sheets tomorrow: future memory unlocked.”

You cackle, making grabby hands at him while he gets up to discard the tissues. He climbs back in bed and into your open arms, kissing you slowly before moving down to lay his head on your chest. The two of you lay in drained, contented silence for a while, Luke’s fingers dancing across your bare skin, yours brushing softly through his curls.

“So…” You start, unable to keep the smirk off your face as you continue your thought. “Choking, huh?”

He lifts his head to look at you, playful twinkle in his eye. “Ass play, huh?”

Laughing, you move in for a kiss. “We did agree to try new things.”

Luke warmly chuckles against your lips. “That we did.”

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