"Just once."
Luke laughed, shaking his head.
"Oh no, baby girl. More than once."
You whimpered, biting down onto the pillow as he brought his hand down hard onto your ass. You tried your hardest to stay still, only flinching a little when it came down again. He hated when you moved.
He punctuated his words with spanks, growling at you as his hand landed harder and harder.
"This is what you get, babe.
You want to tease me?
You think it's funny to turn me on when I'm miles away from home?
You want me to be hard for you when you're not around to fuck?
" You could feel the heat spreading across your skin as it flushed pink, your fists balled up and clutching at the sheets. You knew that if you could just keep still for another minute, if you could stop the squeals that threatened to leave your lips with each spank, Luke would make sure you got what you wanted.
"Are you gonna start being a good girl for me, baby?
You gonna stop sending me dirty photos when I can't get home to fuck you?
Are you going to behave?"
You nodded, cheek pressed into the pillow, not trusting yourself to speak.
You heard him tug the zip down on his jeans, the bed bouncing beneath you as he pushed himself up to take them off.
"I had to hide my phone, you know." He grumbled, pulling his shirt up over his head. "Mikey nearly saw your fucking tits on my screen."
His hands were at your waist, lifting you up onto your knees, his chest pressed against your back as he nibbled on your neck. His fingers slid up your sides, cupping your breasts and pinching at your nipples until you gasped.
"These are mine, no one else is meant to see them. Especially not Michael."
He sucked harder at the soft spot above your collarbone, raising a red welt with his kiss, his hips pressing against the tender skin of your ass. You could feel how hard he was, and knew it wouldn't be long before he gave in and fucked you.
One of his hands trailed down past your stomach, his fingers sliding over your slit.
"Always so wet for me, aren't you baby girl?"
He pressed down hard, a whimper escaping your lips as his fingers moved back and forth over your clit, his other hand still pinching and pulling at your nipples, his teeth sharp on your skin.
You could feel the shudders that rocked your body begin to build under his touch, the tugs at your breasts sharp against the waves of pleasure that coursed through you. You moaned his name, his pace quickening in response.
"Don't you dare cum yet." He whispered, his breath hot on your neck. "Not until I say you can."
You bit your lip, trying to ignore the increasing heat under his fingers, thinking of anything other than the way his lips pressed against your neck, or how he was grinding against you, cock stiff and hard, ready to fuck you.
You could feel yourself being pushed towards the edge. You started to beg, knowing you couldn't hold it for much longer.
"Please," you pleaded, "fuck, Luke, please."
He laughed softly, his fingers never slowing.
"You can do better than that."
Your breathing was becoming rapid and shallow, pleading words tumbling from your lips as you tried to hold back, every muscle in your body screaming to be released from the tension.
"Oh god, please, Luke please let me cum, I can't- fuck, Luke!"
He leant his head forward, bringing his lips to your ear.
"Okay. Cum for me."
You let go, the orgasm rippling through your body and taking your breath away, your vision blurring and hands gripping tightly onto his thighs as you let it overcome you.
Luke wasted no time when you were done, pushing you down onto all fours and sliding his cock inside you, his thrusts hard and deep as he took you from behind. He reached forward, wrapping your hair around his hand and tugging your head back.
"Is this what you wanted?" He growled. "To be fucked like a dirty little slut? Is it?"
You gasped as he picked up speed, eager to please him, giving him everything he wanted to hear. "Yes, Luke, oh fuck, yes."
His fingers clutched your hair tighter as your words took effect, urging him on and making him want to finish what he'd started. His free hand gripped your hip, his fingers digging in deep and leaving long red scratches where his nails clawed at your skin.
You felt him release, a roar tearing from his throat as he climaxed. He gave his final thrust, deep and hard, your legs almost buckling beneath him from the force. He let go of your hair, rolling off you onto the side of the bed, his chest heaving as he panted. Eyes closed, he patted his chest, motioning for you to curl up beside him.
You tucked your head under his chin, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close.
"Three days I waited to do that." He sighed, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "I fucking hate tour."
