The Show ((Luke Brooks Fanfic))

Chapter 19

AYYYYE NAUGHTY SCENE, GET YO'SELVES READY

*Bennie’s POV*

I hear the door of the spare room shut and I let out a sigh I didn’t even know I was holding. I close my eyes and relive that last moment. My body shivers and I feel a slight smile on my face. It was good. I felt good.

I whipped out my diary and began to write under the paragraph I finished writing before Luke came in.

 I don’t really think about what I’m writing, my hand just moves along with the pen and I’m thankful for that. I describe the sudden mood change that happened, first the screaming to the isolation to the affection. I find myself overly narrating the last part, filling in the book with every detail from how I felt to how long it lasted.

I’m sure if I look back at this diary in a couple of years, I will just cringe at myself. Even if that does happen, I will never regret using it to get all my emotions and secrets out even if I only wrote once a week. In a way I’m screwing the cap of the bottle open that holds all my private thoughts and even my past. I feel the weight on my shoulders slowly shrink into something bearable and that helps me to cope.

I finish off scribbling down my most inner decisive thoughts and tuck my diary back under the pillow. My body climbs on the bed and walks over the light where I switch it off and hop back into my bed and under the covers. My head falls onto the pillow and my eyes scan the ceiling and I feel an urge to do something.

I dim my eyes trying to get them to adjust to the darkness and when they do, I sit up staring at the mess on my floor. I don’t want to clean it though. I want it to stay on the floor, unorganised. Maybe that’s what I need, to loosen up. Stop worrying about my life, just go with the flow.

 Stop waking up early and taking slow strolls to school. Stop thinking so much.

Start thinking about being ontime and not caring. Start doing things that used to scare me. Start going all out and being wild.

I hop off my bed and march into Luke’s room. He is lying on his bed staring at the walls with arms bent to hold his head upwards. He wears no top and just his underwear. I gasp at him and then realise that I’m being childish and stupid so I turn around and begin to walk out the room when I am stopped by his voice ringing through my ears.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He teases and I feel all the hairs on my body stand on end.

I pause for a minute staring at the door, my arms dangling down my sides with my hands drumming my legs as I try to think of something.

Then I smile.

Stop thinking, my subconcious tells me.

I rush over to Luke and kiss him; his hands find their way up to my hair as he sort of tugs at it. It doesn’t bother me, I just go with it. I feel his hands travel down to my hips where he pulls me onto the bed on top of him; I lean closer to him on my knees with our lips still connected. He holds himself up by his elbows and I place my hands onto his back, drawing circles.

“Bennie...” He moans and I pull away looking into his eyes. “I can’t say I’m not surprised.”

A smirk plays on his lips and I raise my eyebrows and bring my eyes to his lips.

“Staring isn’t going to make a difference. Just do it.” He encourages me and I press my lips against his again. “Don’t be shy.”

I shush him and he pulls himself so he is sitting completely upright and somehow grabs onto my body and twists me around so my back presses against the bed, where he then shifts himself onto me. The warmth of his body makes me pull him closer as if he’s a blanket in the winter.

He climbs off the bed and locks the door, leaving me for a short period of time.

“What about my mum?”

“Just don’t be loud.” He laughs. “I know that will be hard for you, I mean me being a sex god and all.”

This time I smile at his humour.

“Don’t be getting too cocky. After all, you’re the one who rushed to lock the door.” I wink.

He turns off the light and finds his way back onto the bed into his previous position. I feel the warmth of his breath on my neck as he whispers to me.

“I like this side of Bennie; she should stay a little longer.” His lips trail down my neck leaving little kisses and my body feels magnificent. I feel like a saint.

He reaches my stomach and rests his chin on it.

“This needs to come off.” He teases, lifting up the bottom of my tank top up.

Just as he is about to pull it over my breasts, leaving me bare, I stop him. I don’t want my chest on full display.

“Not yet.” I whisper and he stares at me.

“I’m not going to judge you, baby.”

Baby.

I look at the ceiling and then slowly nod.

Am I ready?

Stop thinking, I tell myself.

I let out a deep breath and he pulls the top over my head. He smiles at my bare chest and then brings his stare back to my eyes.

“Boobs are good, but eyes are always the big turn on.”

He then reaches down and pulls my leggings off, leaving me in my pants.

I sit up and he hesitates. I move my hands to his legs and remove his underwear before he can do mine so I don’t feel so vulnerable. He smirks at my request and happily obliges, letting me remove the last piece of clothing on his perfectly chiselled body. I drop them onto the floor and try not to stare at him.

“Go ahead, admire the king.”

I push my lips to his again and he lifts me up slightly so he can slide off my pants. My chest presses to his as I think back to the time on the sand.

Stop thinking.

I feel slightly more comfortable when my chest is against his because I feel more covered up. He pulls the sheet up to cover my body as he covers ‘the king’ with his hand and skips to his jeans on the floor. I laugh at his bare butt on full display as he twirls around with the jeans in one hand and the over still covering him. He then turns his back to me and uses both hands to get something in the jeans pocket. When I assume he has what he was looking for, he drops the trousers onto the floor and raises both hands in the air as if he’s cheering. In one hand he holds a small packet and he walks over to where I am and sits down.

He opens the packet and I know what is coming next. I look at the ceiling trying to take my attention away from him for a few seconds.

I know he’s done when he starts to push into me without any warning.

The pain is immense and I can’t seem to find the words to tell him to stop. I just murmur what sounds like moans as he puts his head in the air and breathes heavily. I wince at the severe stinging pain and my arms find my way to Lukes chest to push at him. He slows down and gets eye contact with me.

“Shit, forgot to warn you. Does it hurt?”

“Shut up.” I moan in pain.

“You can’t stop now...” He says and I would disagree with him but I need to do this.

I nod at him and he continues his movement.

“Luke...” I whisper.

“Bennie...” He mimics.

“This hurts. Alot.” I screw up my face.

He lets out a breathy laugh before kissing my forehead and wiping the tear that trickles down my cheek. It hurts that much that I’m actually crying.

Then something sends heat through my body and I feel good about myself. I place my hand in my mouth and let out a sigh and moan at the same time. I bite onto my hand as I feel myself coming to an end. Well that’s what it feels like.

“And... and...” He moans. “Woo!”

He cheers then collapses next to me on the bed.