The Bad Boy

Ch 10: the hang over

[WARNING: THIS DOES CONTAIN LIGHT SMUT SO IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT, SKIP LUKE'S POV AND GO STRAIGHT TO KAT'S]
*Luke's POV*

Kat leaned back, smiling like an idiot at him. "Really? You want the virgin to give you a blowjob?" She giggled, falling off the bed and onto the floor.

"I uh... I don't know."

After a minute of silence, Kat got on her knee's and shuffled forward to get in front of Luke. "Why the hell not?"

Luke's heart rate sped up. Was this really happening? She unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his ankles, letting him push them off with his feet.

She kissed him through his boxers, making him whimper. He was actually getting a blowjob from the girl he'd been crushing on for the past couple weeks. She palmed him, earning a groan to leave his lips.

"Be quiet! We don't want your mom hearing." She whispered in his ear, continuing to pleasure him. He whimpered again, which slightly shocked him. He was usually, okay correction, always the dominant one. even if he was getting a blowjob, he'd guide the girl up and down, maybe just fuck her mouth. But Kat just turned Luke's stomach into butterflies.

She slowly slid down his boxers, letting his semi spring up. He kicked them off his ankles, waiting for her next move. Kat stayed still, staring at Luke.

"I um... I don't know how to um... Give a blowjob." She confessed shyly.

Luke grinned. God she was so innocent. "I'll guide you through it. First, starting stroking me. You can use some spit if you want." Kat nodded, doing as he said. Luke hummed in appreciation, letting the pleasure take over him.

"Okay, so now put your mouth over my tip. Just the tip and no teeth- oh god!" Luke moaned, biting into his hand to keep from spilling any more moans. Kat had done more than he asked, probably by accident.

She sucked on the tip of his now hard cock, hollowing her cheeks. Luke tangled a hand in her hair, little whimpers and gasps coming from him. "G-good now, just start bobbing up and down. Oh shit just like that. Pump whatever you can't fit."

And just like that, Kat had Luke melting into her hand. He was writhing, moaning quietly and whimpering for her to go faster. Luke's abs tensed, making him curl his hand in her hair. His legs began to shake the tiniest bit. Damn he didn't think he'd be coming this quickly. Must be the alcohol.

"Oh god, Kat, I'm cumming oh my god!" He gasped, biting his hand to keep quiet, hearing his brother, who was in the next room over, shift around in his bed. "Don't stop don't stop, oh my god!" The pleasure building up in Luke had exploded, his load spilling into Kat's mouth. And to his deep surprise she swallowed it.

She smiled wickedly at him, wiping her chin. "That was fun." She handed Luke his boxers, climbing on the bed with him and falling asleep almost instantly. Luke stayed awake for a while after that, unsure what had just happened was real. But soon he fell asleep, his arm wrapped around Kat's waist holding her close.

*Kat's POV*

Kat woke up with a start. Sunlight streamed through the dusty room, making her squint her eyes until she got used to the light change. Looking around, she realized that she was in Luke's room. She didn't remember going to Luke's house, so why was she here now? She looked down, seeing Luke in shirt from last night and his....boxers.

Kat's heart sped up, memories from last night coming back to her. "Oh shit oh shit." She muttered under her breath, carefully climbing over Luke to get of the bed so she wouldn't wake him up. As she bent down to grab her heels, a wave of nausea came over her. She gagged just a bit before covering her mouth with her hand.

Oh god please don't throw up, please don't throw up. She pleaded to herself. But unfortently she did, forcing her to swallow it back down. A burning sensation irritated her throat. Oh my god that was so gross. I officially hate hangovers.

Kat grabbed her purse from his bed side table, checking the time on Luke's alarm clock.

7:14

Okay so I have time to get back into the house and act like I actually didn't go to a party, get drunk, and give the neighbor a blow job. She thought bitterly, inching Luke's door open.

She stepped out the doorway, tiptoeing down the stairs, looking around for the front door. After a quick minute of searching she found it, and opened it just enough to let her out and closed it with a snap.

Kat breathed deeply as she ran over to her house, opening the door with the key she kept in her purse and jogging back up the stairs all the while trying not to throw up again. Which was a much harder feat than she first thought.

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"Kat are you sure you're all right? You look very pale." Her mother asked checking her forehead.

Kat swatted her hand away, taking another bite of toast. "I'm fine. I promise." She said weakly.

Her father eyed her suspiciously. "Really? Okay.... So how was Chrissy's house?"

Kat sipped some water, taking a minute before answering. "It was good. We just watched movies and.... stuff."

"So how come you're back home early? I thought you and Chrissy were going to spend the day together." Kat tried to keep her nerves down. Did her know? Oh god he was going to kill her if he found out she went partying.

"Oh uh... Chrissy realized she had something to do later today so she just dropped me off." Kat knew guilt was written off her face, and so did her dad.

"Then how come I found a black dress, which happens to look very slutty-"

"Frank!"

"-in the laundry basket and how your breath smells like alcohol. Not to mention you're eating a lot slower than usual."

Kat's eyes widened. She was caught. She looked back and forth between her mother and father. Her mom stared at her in disbelief, her blue eyes filled with disappointment. Her father on the other hand was filled with anger.

"I just went to this party last night, I didn't mean to get so drunk-"

"Katarina Bridgette Nightingale!" Kat flinched, hearing her father scream her full name. "How dare you?! You aren't even 18 yet! I am so disappointed. You are grounded for the next 3 weeks. No phone, no going out with friends, no nothing! Now go to your room!" He yelled, pointing down the hall.

Kat stood up, leaving her phone on the table and ran upstairs, tears stinging her eyes. God why was her dad so strict?! Of course she was going to go drink and have fun on Halloween night! Not to mention Kat was turning 17 in a couple months. Yes that wasnt the drinking age, but her parents thought she woud be able to contain a little beer once in a while. And her mom! She didn't even stand up for her, saying she was only a teenager and she would make mistakes, or whatever the fuck she usually said. Kat didn't care, she was just pissed, sad, and tired. She slammed the bedroom door shut, flopping down on the bed.

She stayed there all day, occasional running to the bathroom to vomit up her breakfast and insides. Why did she let Luke convince her into going to that party? And why did she give him a blowjob? She wasn't going to be able to talk to him for weeks. And that's exactly what she was going to do.