Forbidden (Punk Luke Hemmings)

twenty three

twenty three

My dainty fingers hungrily entangled themselves in his hair, softly pulling at the strands as he found the sweet spot on my neck, nibbling at it. 

He kissed it softly, before sucking at it, making me feel all kinds of things. I moaned out of surprise, and I felt his smirk against my neck.

He kissed the spot again, as I pulled at the ends of his hair, making him let out a muffled moan into my neck.

He brought his lips back up to my face, our lips attaching once more in a passionate yet hungry embrace. 

The kiss turned messy quickly, as soon as I had allowed him access. 

The both of us pulled away breathless, our pants coming out noticeably uneven.

“Jump,” he whispered demandingly, and I did as he said, jumping up and being caught by his strong arms, his hands resting ironically at my butt.

He carried the two of us over to the unmade bed, him letting me down softly on to the mattress.

He hovered over me, only a few layers of clothing really between us.

He sloppily kissed down my neck, before pulling my shirt over my head (with my help of course).

I then tugged at the hem at the bottom of his shirt, signaling for him to take it off, which he immediately did.

I took a few minutes to look at his beautifully sculpted chest. God, he looked like an angel. 

“You done staring, babe?” he cheekily asked, making heat rise to my cheeks which he thankfully could probably not see due to the dimmed lighting in the room, however I had no doubt that he knew I was blushing. He always knew.

“Sorry,” I said softly, making him laugh and kiss the corner of my mouth.

“You’re adorable” he whispered against my lips before kissing me softly and shortly.

When he pulled away I found him fiddling with my bra, trying to get it off.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, unable to undo it.

“Thought you were a pro at this?” I teased, making him chuckle,

“Need some help?” I laughed, “I, uh, yeah.” he mumbled.

I softly took his hands in mine, guiding them to the back of my bra and undoing it.

I dropped my hands, leaving only his there. He pulled the rest of my bra off, tossing it onto the floor.

He cupped my left breast, surprising me slightly before he leaned in for another kiss.

The kiss was short and sloppy, followed by him kissing down my neck once again.

He trailed kisses painfully slowly down my chest, until he reached my panty line.

he fiddled with the button on my jeans before unzipping the fly, and slowly pulling them down my legs.

He then unbuttoned his own jeans, pulling them off in a swift motion, leaving the two of us in nothing but underwear.

He hovered over me, kissing me softly.

He lingered his lips momentarily over my jawline, before fiddling with my underwear.

“Are you sure?” he whispered,

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I whispered back. 

He pulled my lace underwear off, tossing them to the side of the room where he had also tossed the rest of our clothes.

He looked me up and down slowly, before whispering,

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. How did I get so lucky,” to himself more than me.

His eyes met mine momentarily, before he bit his lip, looking away as he pulled his own underwear down and tossed them to the floor.

He opened one of the draws of the bedside table, which he had placed his belongings in when we first arrived, pulling out a condom.

He slid it over his length, before returning back to me, and resting his elbows on either side of me, looking me in the eyes.

“I love you, Daniella” he said,

“I love you too,” I replied.

He nodded.

“It’s probably going to hurt at first, just, tell me if I need to stop. Okay?” he asked, I simply nodded in reply.

He kissed my neck softly, before sliding into me for the first time.

He was right, it did hurt, the pain causing me to gasp.

“Are you okay?” he asked, stopping,

“I’m fine, don’t stop” I assured him.

He looked at me with concern for a moment, before returning to what he was doing before.

He slowly slid in deeper, making it hurt more, before he slid out, and in, again.

“Okay?” he asked, to which I nodded.

With each thrust becoming quicker, with the pain beginning to fade away and with pleasure replacing it, it felt right and wrong all at once.

Both of us moaning each other’s names and panting unevenly, it was a whole new experience to me, but I liked it.

“I, I’m going to-” I breathed heavily, before he replied with

“M-me t-oo”,

he thrusted twice more before both of us reached our climaxes, him pulling out, and the two of us breathing loudly.

“Holy shit” he said breathlessly,

“That was...” “Amazing” I admitted.

And after he had gotten up to chuck the condom in the sanitary bin in the bathroom, returning to bed and cuddling me into himself, I couldn’t help but notice the unsettling feeling in my stomach.

“Luke” I spoke,

“Yeah?” he said sleepily,

“was she your sister?” I asked,

“What?” 

“That girl, at the caffe'. Is she your sister? She looks a lot like you, I thought I’d ask” I asked again,

“What? I mean, um, I, yeah. She’s my sister.” he stammered.

I couldn’t help but think he was lying.

I knew she wasn’t his sister.

I knew he was lying to me.

I had no idea what came over me.

I just lost my virginity to the boy who supposedly loves me, yet is lying to me.

LOL MMM MAKE UP SEX 
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