boxer ⋆ luke hemmings ✔️

20. Rough & Fast.

If dicks could speak, then Luke's would be screaming.

No, really. He already had to surpress it when Sophie kissed his hand. He even managed to tame it when they walked downstairs and he caught sight of her ass again.

But now, as she unknowingly swayed her hips to the sultry sounding beat of the song on the radio, Luke wasn't sure he could control himself for much longer.

If he was being honest, it didn't help that the last time he got laid was a couple of weeks ago. He knew Sophie then, but she wasn't a big enough part of his life to affect it. Now he was unbelievably hesitant to fuck and chuck because whenever he thought about it, he'd immediately feel guilt straight after.

So, he kept his tongue in his mouth and his dick in his pants. Point blank.

Luke was convinced he was suffering from withdrawal symptoms. Then again, he could always excuse himself, jack off in a bathroom somewhere and come back with a clear mind. But Sophie would probably ask questions, and that wasn't what he needed, or particularly wanted.

She was innocent to the point that she didn't know what she was doing to him, and pure to the extent that she could say whatever she wanted without it carrying a different undertone. Luke found it cute, and it was a trait she had that he loved.

His relentless sex drive, however, had an entirely different opinion.

He wasn't going to lie, a part of him kind of wanted to pin Sophie against the mattress and slide all the way in while she whimpered his name, clawed at his back, and moaned for more. That was pretty standard, considering the thoughts he'd been having about her for the past couple of days.

But the other part of Luke wanted to leave the little girl be, to let things unfold, to treat her like a princess with his arms around her waist and his lips pressed against the back of her neck. He wanted to hold her and show her that she was so much more to him than just a piece of ass, regardless of his thoughts and regardless of his temptations.

The last part of him however, the one with all of his morals, was waving a red flag. Telling him to stop, to end everything before Sophie got hurt and Luke was left alone once again.

But he chose to ignore it for the time being- they'd spent such a wonderful few days together. He didn't really want to ruin that by thinking of the negatives.

He couldn't act on any of his three emotions, at least not yet; the boxer hadn't even plucked up enough courage to kiss her. And Luke was a firm believer in 'kissing before fucking'- unless it was a one night stand, like most of the ring girls back at the R. But Sophie wasn't a one night stand to him. She wasn't even close to it.

He'd have to take it slow. But it was hard to take it slow when all Luke wanted to do was grab her by the hips and go rough and fast.

"You're such a Dad."

He shook his head, bringing himself out of his dirty mindset. Sophie raised a skeptical eyebrow at him from where she was standing, for the past five minutes Luke had spent lost in thought was the most amusing five minutes she spent examining him.

"What?"

"Weetabix?"

Luke glanced down at his bowl of cereal, frowning slightly, "What about it?"

"My dad has that all the time," she said, bringing her own bowl of Froot Loops around the counter. She sat on the stool next to him, smiling a little, "There's nothing wrong with it. I like it. I just wouldn't eat it,"