Punky Badass and a Goody Two-Shoes

7

(Violet POV)

This was it. I was actually going to have sex with Luke Hemmings... He nodded once more before lining himself up with my entrance and looked back at me for reassurance again. I nodded, and he pushed into me, filling me up in a way I'd never imagined possible.

"Jesus Christ," I breathed, my eyes screwing shut, head falling further into the pillows, my hands fisting in his hair and tugging hard. "M-m-move, Luke," I hissed.

"I always knew you weren't a goody two shoes," he grunted, thrusting hard into me. Primal animal groans fell from my mouth, ripping through my chest without control. "Who else can make you feel this good? Huh? Anyone?" he hissed in my ear. I shook my head and dug my fingernails into his bare shoulder blades.

"No, Luke. No one else," I panted. I felt the twisting in my lower stomach again, and wrapped my legs tighter around Luke's waist to pull him even closer.

"I wanna try something," he whispered, stopping his movements. I whined, and he smirked and kissed me again. He reached behind my back and pulled me up, so my chest was flush against his, and sat his ass against the sheets, so I was on his lap.

"Now, see if you can ride me, baby," he urged, his hands supporting my waist. I put my hands on his shoulders and lifted my ass and sank back down.

"Holy motherfucker," I hissed. This feels even better than missionary! This new angle allowed him to go deeper than I'd imagined, hitting just the right spot with every thrust. "Shit, shit shit," I whispered, my lips smashing against his. I toyed with his lip ring, biting it gently, then a little harder as he groaned.

"God dammit. I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that," he grunted. I couldn't form actual words at this point, so I just grunted back at him. The twisty feeling in my stomach returned, this time it felt more intense than before.

"Luke I-I-I'm gonna," I whimpered. He thrust harder into me, hitting that spot over and over again as I came harder than I'd ever thought I could.

"You're so fucking hot when you come around my cock," he whispered as my walls clenched around him and he rode out my orgasm. He grunted and whimpered a couple times, thrusting quickly and sloppily before he let his body fall over, taking me with him. We lay there silently catching our breath for a moment, me on top of his heaving chest. I listen to his heartbeat slow down, and I feel completely, one hundred percent relaxed.

"Regret anything?" he asked, his fingers playing with my hair absentmindedly.

"Not at all," I said.

Somehow we did get that project finished and turned in on time. When the whole group project was over, Luke still sat next to me in lecture that day.

"You're not so punk and bad ass, are you?" I teased. He smiled and stuck his tongue out at me.

"Don't go ruining my rep, goody two shoes," he retorted with a smirk.

"Whatever, punk." I rolled my eyes and turned to face the front of the room as his hand rested comfortably on my thigh.