boxer ⋆ luke hemmings ✔️

44. Patient Girls Are Good Girls.

Sophie never thought that she'd ever have sex on top of a picnic blanket, right in the middle of an empty forest clearing— but sometimes, stuff happens.

One thing led to another, and Luke soon found himself in a situation that he didn't really want to get out of; pinning his girl gently against the blanket, their lips locked together, uneven breaths leeching continuously into the air around them.

He didn't really have a clue as to how it got to that point, how he ended up in between the legs of the one person he knew he couldn't resist, just itching to rip her shirt off and everything that followed. But what Luke did know was that one minute he promised her a special night the second they got home (for he thought that she deserved a bed and a warm room and nothing less), and the next he had white icing on his finger; completely accidental from handling the cupcakes incorrectly, but Sophie sucked it off expertly with a wink as if it was on purpose nevertheless.

And obviously, that led to a chain reaction of events that both parties knew would reach a point that they were more than ready for. It led to Luke swallowing thickly, to Sophie blinking her big doe eyes at him with the most expectant look on her pure little face once again— and it also led to him pinning her against the grass, growling slightly as she let out a light, stunned gasp.

It hadn't actually dawned on Luke how much he wanted her until that very moment. He'd been so focused on making her birthday enjoyable that he failed to realise how much his dick was in actual dire need of attention, and Sophie was more than happy to give it.

With his hand grasping her waist and the other keeping himself upright, Luke deepened the kiss, a groan tumbling from his mouth into her own. She giggled against him, amused and excited at how surprisingly rough he was being.

Like Sophie said; it was only cake that she liked vanilla.

She found it not making any sense, but Luke was being so unlike him yet very like him at the same time. It was exciting.

"Eager?" she asked, entertained, referring to the first time they'd done something similar to this and Luke had said the same thing. He just gave her an eye roll, lips darting smoothly towards the skin of her neck.

She could do nothing but moan against him, the feel of his humming vibrations coursing through her body like an low, electric shock. She didn't know how he could make her feel this good by doing the bare minimum, but she wasn't about to stop what they were doing just to ask.

"Now who's eager?" he murmured raspily, hands running up and down her curves.

"Still you," she breathed, though the shakey way her words came out betrayed her confidence completely.

Luke smirked, aware of the power he had over her when she was in a state such as this. He didn't want to sound too cocky, but he knew that he didn't have to do much at all to get his girlfriend going.

He could feel her, fighting to get some friction going as her small fingers grasped at his hair. He took his time; trailing kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbones. The second he got to the middle of her chest- lips above the small zipper of the cropped shirt that she had on- he paused, bottom lip bitten before looking up and giving her a small look.

"Mind if I-"

"Please," the flustered girl murmured, cheeks a pale pink as she threw her head back. She knew Luke liked to tease, and a part of her actually resented him for being so goddamn good at it.

Luke nodded, directing his attention back to the zipper as he clamped his two front teeth on the metal; dragging it down slowly, successfully exposing a lacey bra that barely covered the girl's cleavage underneath.