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It's hard to think straight when the hottest boy in your college was walking next to you, and it's even harder to think straight when you knew you were going back to your place together. Luke was your typical bad boy, tattoos, piercings, torn jeans and an "I don't give a fuck attitude" but that was not all there was to him. He's made it all the way to college and a tattooed boy is not someone you expect to see when you walk into a business studies class.

After being amongst the best in class for the first month, he'd dropped down to the one of the worst and it was no surprise that our teacher had assigned me to his newly lost cause. Maybe I found him hot, or maybe I was just fascinated by how he could simultaneously bite his lip and talk about his band, but whatever I felt, it was wrong. I had a boyfriend.

Ashton was older than us by a couple of years and he lived next door to my tiny apartment, and we'd been together for over a year now. I loved him, god I fucking loved him. I shouldn't have to feel like I wouldn't know what to do if Luke showed some sort of interest in me.

I let him into my house and he smiled, setting his books down on my coffee table. "Let's get started" I said, smiling sweetly and sat down on the sofa, patting the spot next to me. He nodded and sat down, running a hand through his hair, rolling his sleeves up to his shoulders. I noticed how strong his arms looked, 'Not as strong as Ashton's' my head told me, and I pulled my books out of my bag.

2 hours passed and I'd noticed a few things, Luke bit his lip. A lot. And he had the reddest embarrassed face, and the sexiest cocky smirk when he understood something. There were a couple of understatements, first, that I was so fucking turned on by Luke and second, that I was so guilty knowing Ashton was next door.

Ashton and I had a few rules and one of them was that he was the only one who could make me squirm in my seat because I couldn't take how horny he made me. Yet here I was, breaking it when he was a door away from me. I decided to deviate from what we were doing just so Luke would stop writing and I wouldn't have to think about his fingers.

"Why'd you suddenly stop doing well in class? You're pretty smart, Luke" I said, looking at the notes he'd been taking down. He shrugged and leaned back, fixing his hair again, "I've got an image to keep up, princess" he said, nonchalantly. 'Fuck' the voice in my head cursed, when I noticed the way he smirked at the end of the sentence, drawing my attention to his lips.

His lips, oh my. I could almost taste the cheap beer his friends would bring to class every day and drink in the back benches. And I could almost feel the cool metal of his lip ring inside me. "Cat got your tongue?" he asked, cutting my thoughts off. "N-no. I was just thinking. That's a terrible life to live. You know, doing things to make sure everyone thinks you're, whatever the hell this is" I said, pointing in his general direction.

"I do it because I want to. Besides, I know what it does to pretty girls like you" he said cockily, and I could practically feel myself craving him. 'ASHTON!' My mind yelled and I shook my head, hoping he wouldn't notice, "It doesn't do anything to me, Luke. Do you-" "Of course it does something to you. Look at the way you've shifting in your seat for the last hour. You can't stop looking at me fingers. Trust me, they feel better than they look." Luke said, ending his sentence by, once again, fixing his hair.

I was at a loss for words, so I said the most obvious thing, "I have a boyfriend, and he's next door" I noticed Luke's eyes wander from me to the door and I hoped this would reduce the feeling only Ashton was allowed to make me feel. But it didn't. "A little sneaking around never hurt anybody, did it?" Luke said, holding his finger up to his lips.

Oh, it would hurt. Cheating was a complete no for Ashton. And if I broke a rule, I had to tell him, and thinking about what would happen if I did, made me strangely excited. It was supposed to smash anything wrong I felt, but fuck, I could imagine Ashton's face when I tell him I kissed another boy, how good I'd feel bent over on his knees, and how fucking good he'd taste when he'd tell me to show him just how much I loved daddy's cock.