You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

I Wanna Hear You - Chapter Thirty - Three

Warning: contains smut

Mia's POV.

"Luke?" I whispered into the darkness. I knew it was him, but I still needed reassurance.

"Yeah, it's me. I thought I'd stay here tonight." He whispered back, slowly walking over to where I was laying in bed.

He crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees, slowly making his way so he was positioned above me, his knees on either side of my hips.

"Oh did you now?" I giggled. I felt like one of them girls from the movies that try too hard when flirting with guys, always giggling and touching.

"Yeah, thought we could play a game or two." He smirked. He moved my laptop off my lap and placed it on the floor so he had a better view of my face. I closed my eyes as he leant down to attach his lips to mine, the kiss slow and passionate.

"And what game might that be?" I breathed out against his lips when we pulled apart. His kisses always have the power to knock the wind out of me. It was like I couldn't breathe when I was around him, yet I felt most alive.

"It's more of challenge than a game, really and I'm going to see how well you do." He placed feather light kisses to the soft skin of my neck, making me shudder in pleasure.

He slowly slid his cold hands up my pyjama top, ghosting over my stomach, before reaching my bare breasts. He gave them a gentle squeeze, all while sucking bruises onto my neck.

He slowly lifted his head up to look at me. His eyes were blown wide, the pupils expanding to the entirety of his eyes, leaving no electric blue to be seen.

"I'm going to see how many times I can make you cum before you're too tired to even speak." His words made my stomach clench in anticipation, my breathing quickening at the thought.

I always thought sex was a one orgasm type thing, but Luke's challenge made me question my past relationship.

"Shall we start?" I didn't have time to answer his question before his lips were once again attached to mine, a heated passion growing between us by the second.

His hands, that were still groping my breasts, removed my baggy t-shirt in one swift movement and chucked it to the cluttered flooring of my dorm room.

My bare chest was heaving up and down with each ragged breath I took, the feeling of Luke's hands exploring my body making my head dizzy. When his fingers reached the waistband of my pyjama shorts, he pinched the elastic of both the shorts and my underwear, letting them snap back against my skin.

I moaned at that as I reached for the bottom of his shirt, the amount of clothing he was wearing was unacceptable. Luke leant up to quickly discard of his top, exposing his toned chest. I gently ran my finger tips over his torso, making sure to let my finger drift dangerously close to where he needed me the most.

"You're such a fucking tease." He growled into my ear, pulling my hands away from his jeans and placing them above my head. I closed my eyes when he started making his way down my body, his lips connecting to every reachable surface.

When he reached my shorts, he tugged them off in a swift motion. He licked a bold strip up the fabric of my underwear covering my core, making me whimper in need. He continued to place kisses to my underwear covered pussy, my hands finding their way to his hair so I had something to grab onto.

"Luke, just fucking do something." I pulled harder at his hair to express my desperation. He didn't answer me, but instead slowly pulled my underwear down, leaving small wet kisses on both my thighs on his way.