Rip My Heart Out

Chapter Fourteen

A/N I couldn't keep my eyes open while writing this chapter, I was so tired so if there are any mistakes or it sucks that's why

I just stare at him.

My whole I've been taught that the only thing I have to do for God to truly love me is be good, do the right thing.

Luke laughs, "it's okay, I don't expect you to be able to keep up with me."

I think of all the words I wanna say to defend my self but none of them actually escape my mouth.

"I'll just take you home to your parents and you can say your prayers and read your bible before you fall asleep and wake up to do it all over again." He uses a monotone voice that makes me flinch but I just follow him straight to his motorcycle knowing he's right.

I can't keep up with him.

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I make him stop driving about half a mile from my house, I don't want the loud roar of his engine to wake up Harry or my parents.

He walks with me the whole way, rolling his bike in silence.

"Well, thanks." I mumble when we approach my front door, not really grateful for the awkward encounter.

He kicks out the stand on the side of his bike and leans it out front, following me up my porch steps.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I have to piss. I just walked with you for god knows how long, the least you could do is let me use your bathroom." He rolls his eyes.

I unlock the door and he walks in first, turning to give me a questioning look.

"Up the stairs, right next to my little brother's room on the left." I point and whisper in the softest voice I could manage.

I squeeze my eyes tight at every loud crashing noise his boots make on my stairs.

He doesn't shut the door or turn the light on, I just walk past him into my room. I remove my jeans and slide into bed.

A few moments of silence go buy, I listen closely, waiting to hear Luke leave.

In the dark of my bedroom I see his figure enter through the doorway.

"What're you doing? You can let yourself out." I say, annoyed and tired.

Luke takes his boots off and I sit up in my bed, confused.

"Luke."

"You want to be bad, don't you?" He abruptly says, lifting the covers of my bed and getting in next to me.

I freeze. His words mock me and this new closeness excites me.

With one swift movement he grabs both my wrists and pins them above my head. His right leg slides in between mine and he lays basically on top of me.

"I" is all I can manage to say. I swallow hard and try to remember how to breathe.

His head ducks down, licking small circles into my neck. Slowly, his hips start to move, his leg sliding between mine.

The same feelings I had the night I got the tape are coming back. I know what he's doing now.

My breathing gets heavier and he smirks, body moving faster against mine, friction forming between his jeans and my boxers.

It's rough and weird and sensual.

He presses his forehead into mine, our breaths mixing together in the short distance between our lips.

"Does it feel good?" He whispers roughly.

I don't respond just close my eyes. The thing that mother always says is a pathway to sin happens fast. It's a feeling that I get no other times than early in the morning when my bladder is full.

Luke's feels the same way, I can feel his against my hips.

His grip on my wrists tighten causing me to open my eyes in surprise.

"Answer me." He demands, body rubbing hard against mine.

I can barely hear his whispers over my loud panting. "It feels good." Escapes my lips in a breathy, airy tone.

Suddenly, the same thing that's only happened to me once before reoccurs. I can feel the liquid spilling all over myself. I think Luke notices because he laughs.

He falls onto my bed beside me. Grabbing my hand, he places it over his crotch and rubs, thrusting up in to my flat palm.

After a moment he stops and I know his body did the same as mine. I realize in the absence of my panting how loud they were.

Luke turns to face me, "Bad boy." He whispers.