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Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Call You Mine.

Luke’s lips moved against mine as his his hand skimmed across the skin of my stomach, making its way to my breast before giving it a light squeeze. I laughed into his mouth and he pulled away.
“I love it when you wear stuff like this,” he breathed, pressing his lips to my neck, “Tell me that you wore this just for me,” he demanded. I was so lost in the way his fingers pulled back the lace to brush against my nipple, that I remained silent. When I didn’t reply, his movements stopped and he pulled away from my neck to stare at me with hooded eyes.
“I wore it for you,” I breathed, trying to catch the breath that he’d stolen from me.
“Only me?” He asked and I nodded.
“Only you,” I confirmed and he smiled, connecting his lips to my neck again. He kissed down the valley of my breasts and to my stomach, but I grabbed him by his cheeks and pulled him up before he could move any further.

“No?” He asked with an amused grin. I shook my head, biting my lip. “Why not?” He positioned himself between my legs and when I felt his bulge against my thighs, I wouldn’t help but take in a sharp breath. “Hmm?” He hummed, deliberately pressing himself further into me. His fingers trailed across my jaw, his thumb grazing my bottom lip. I kissed the pad of his thumb and he smiled, pushing a stray hair away from my face.
“You first,” I finally spoke and he raised an eyebrow.
“Me first?” He asked with a grin. I nodded, gently pushing his shoulder and he lied on his back, pulling my body with his and I sat on his thighs, pressing my lips to his.

He grabbed my hair in one hand, his other on my waist as I grinded my hips down on him, a throaty groan leaving his mouth. I wanted to give myself to him, to let him properly show me his affection. But I knew that it was the alcohol flooding my system and I worried that if I gave myself to him, I’d regret it in the morning. Maybe Monica (Mandy and Lea, too) were right. Maybe I was thinking too much and I just needed to let myself go and live in the moment.

Maybe I didn’t love him, but what I felt was close enough. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to feel every part of him in every way possible.
“Luke,” I breathed, leaning down to press a kiss on his neck.
“Yeah baby?” He asked, his hand grabbing my butt.
“I want you,” I told him and he smiled, grabbing my hips and pressing himself further into me. The clothes we were wearing were much too distracting in the moment. I wanted to rip them all off so we had no barriers.
“Can’t you see how much I want you?” He asked, jerking his hips to mine again. I groaned and he sat up, pressing his lips to mine. I lightly pushed his shoulder, my breathing heavy.
“No Luke, I want you,” I repeated. “Now.” He raised an eyebrow as I set my hand on his chest.

“Val.” His thumb massaged into my hip. “Baby, I don’t think you’re ready.” His free hand tucked my hair behind my ear.
“I am,” I told him, even though I wasn’t sure if I really was. I felt like I was, but I also felt nervous.
“It’s going to hurt,” he said and I nodded.
“I know.” The hand that was once on my hip snaked around my waist as he pulled my body closer to his, unclasping my bra and tossing it to the floor. His hand massaged my breast and I moaned quietly, leaning into his touch. His lips pressed against mine, our breathing heavy and in sync. He tore his hand from my waist and slipped it into my panties, running over my heat before sticking his fingers in. I moaned into his mouth, bucking my hips up to feel more of his touch. When I did, he flipped us over, setting me on my back and continuing to pump his fingers in and out of me.

His lips left mine and he began to suck on my neck. I moaned again, my nails digging into his shoulder. He moved to my breast, sucking the skin above my nipple, making a mark before moving to another spot. With shaking hands, I moved down to his jeans and unbuckled them. Luke pulled away to push down his jeans and boxers. I watched as his length sprang out and held my breath. He pulled out his wallet from the pocket of his jeans and grabbed a condom.

He took his place back over me, his body hovering over mine as he pressed himself against my stomach and kissed me. I stirred underneath him, trying to contain my anxiety.
“Are you ready, baby?” He asked and I nodded. He was quick to roll the condom on and position himself near my entrance, pushing my panties to the side to give himself more access. “Are you sure?” He asked and I wanted to say yes, but instead, I set my hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him back.
“Wait,” I begged and he stilled.
“What’s wrong?” I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“I-I’m nervous,” I stuttered, sliding away from him and he nodded.

“Hey,” he cooed, setting a hand on my cheek. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“It’s not that.” I suddenly felt like I was going to cry and I covered my chest with my arms. “I’m sorry,” I whimpered and he pulled the condom off, tossing it in the trash and pulling on his boxers before handing me the plain black shirt he was wearing earlier. I slipped it on, pulling my knees to my chest. “I’m sorry,” I repeated and he gave me a small smile, pulling my body to his and engulfing me in a hug.

“Don’t worry about it,” his voice was quiet. I snuggled into him, his hands running through the tangles in my hair.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I sniffled, a tear escaping my eye.
“There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Yes there is!” I pulled away, pushing my hair out of my face. “I’m not normal. I can’t do things that a normal college kid does.” Luke pulled my body back to his, despite my attempt to push him away.
“That’s what I like about you,” he whispered and I shook my head.
“No. You like girls who put on on the first date and that’s not me,” I shot and his eyes saddened.
“Yeah, I don’t understand it either,” he let out a dry laugh. “But I like you and I want to take my time with you.” He kissed my cheek.
“You deserve someone who can give you what you need,” I tore my eyes away from him.
“No,” he pulled my chin back to him, but I still avoided eye contact. “I deserve someone that’s going to make me a better person.” I closed my eyes. “And that’s you, Val.” I couldn’t look at him, not after I refused him sex. “Val, baby, come on,” he pleaded, “Look at me.” I finally tore my eyes to him. “You’re the one for me,” he said, “the only one.”

“And what’s going to happen when you decide that’s not true?” I asked with worry written all over my face.
“I won’t.” He seemed more than sure of his answer.
“How do you know?”
“Because I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He wiped the tears staining my cheeks. “I like you so much.” He rubbed circles into my back and I couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “This isn’t about sex, Val. I don’t care if we ever have sex.” He pulled my body with his to lie down and I set my head on his chest, his hands still tracing circles into my skin.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered for what felt like the thousandth time tonight.

“Why are you sorry, baby?” He asked with a small laugh.
“Because I didn’t trust you when you said you cared.” He kissed my forehead, his grip tightening on me. “I want to be with you Luke, but I don’t want to get hurt again.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, Val. Not again.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded and he kissed my forehead again. “Be with me. Let me call you mine,” he begged.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Okay?” He shifted under me so he could meet my eyes.
“Okay, I’ll be yours.” He grinned, pulling up my chin and pressing a long kiss to my lips.
“I’m not going to fuck up this time, I swear.”


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