Thorn Bush +Muke ✔

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Cutie Cal ♥: So where's that party 2nite?

Lucas: My place

Ashy: U made it up so u could ask Michael out

Lucas: Like id throw a party for some new kid

Cutie Cal ♥: *puts hands on hips* yo wanna go boi

Lucas: Yeah, square up

Ashy: Luke I s2g

Lucas: Calm down

Lucas: Now get ready or ill uninvite u 2

|Michael|

"Luke...I don't know..."

"Come on, what are you scared of?"

"Spiders...heights...scary movies..." I mumbled. "Death."

The blond rolled his eyes, "Hop up."

I bit my lip and looked at the motorcycle. I sighed and slowly came forward.

"I'll even let you drive." He smirked.

"I don't wanna." I said quietly.

Luke put his black hemet on my head, buckling the strap under my chin. I climbed on behind him, tugging my skirt down.

He grabbed my knees and brought me closer until my stomach hit his back.

"You have to hold on tight." He said.

I shut my eyes and wrapped my arms around his waist, holding on tight.

|Luke|

Michael wrapped his arms around me, his fingers digging into my shirt. I smirked and leaned forward, going just a bit faster.

"Luke!" Michael shouted, hugging me tighter.

I reached down and patted his bare thigh, turning into my neighborhood.

"That was horrible." Michael stated once we were parked into my driveway.

"Oh, I must of heard you wrong back there. I thought you said go faster." I teased, hopping off the motorcycle.

He took off the black helmet and put it on my head. I immediately took it off and started fixing my hair.

"You screwed up my quiff." I said.

"And you gave me a heart attack so now we're even." He replied.

I set the helmet on the handlebar of the bike before grabbing his wrist and dragging him towards my house.

"Ready for some fun?"

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Three Jell-O shorts and three handfuls of vodka soaked Gummy Bears later, Michael was officially drunk and completely oblivious to the amount of alcohol he consumed.

We were on the L-shaped couch that was in the corner of the basement. Loud music pulsed through the sound system wired throughout the house. It was 3 am and the basement was filled with unconscious people. We were the only ones awake down here.

I put out my cigarette, pushing smoke out from between me lips. I was pretty tipsy myself but I've had more alcohol then Michael has ever had.

God was Michael gorgeous. His skin was so pale and perfect, I just wanted to mark it up. I brought my lips to his earlobe, sucking on the skin.

He closed his eyes and let me kiss his warm skin. I moved over, setting my lips behind his ear. Michael moaned quietly, his hand grazing the couch.

Just below his ear, his sweet spot. His head tilted back, a loud moan filling my ears as he legs spread open.

My lips curled up into a smirk as I continued to suck on the skin, listening to Michael's moans.

I shouldn't do this when he was so intoxicated but he was just so easy. I pushed him against the corner of the couch, kissing up and down his neck.

"Luke." He moaned, spreading his legs so I could kneel in between his knees.

I put my hands on his inner thighs and leaned down to kiss his thighs. The clear view of his hot pink lace panties made me hard.

I started sucking on the smooth skin of his inner thigh, watching as his panties got wet.

"Okay, babyboy. I don't have anything so you have to lick my fingers." I stated, slipping two fingers between his lips.

He obeyed, sucking on my fingers until I pulled them away. With my other hand I pulled the pink fabric down.

"This might hurt, baby." I warned, putting one finger into him.

He moaned, his face scrunching up in pain and pleasure. I trust my finger in and out a few times, hearing his moans and whimpers.

"It hurts." Michael whimpered, closing his glossed over eyes.

"Come on, baby." I mumbled, inserting my second finger.

Michael moaned louder, arching his back as his small fists gripped the couch. I started pumping faster, curling my fingers everytime I slammed into his prostate.

"Don't let go until I say." I ordered, curling my fingers again.

"LUKE." He whimpered. "Please."

"Not yet, baby boy." I whispered, spreading my fingers and scissoring him. "Okay baby, right now. Real hard for me."

He screamed, his nails digging into the couch as he let go. The creamy white substance covered my hand and some of his stomach. Michael's back rested against the couch, his eyes falling shut.

"Go to sleep, baby. I'll clean you up."

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Boys are like instructions
So hard to understand

~Cookie Xx