Luke's POV
Andrew just left and I'm pissed. I go up to Hayley's room and open the door to find her in her bra and underwear standing in front of her closet.
"What the fuck was he doing here?!" I scream, "We were just talking, and right now I'm trying to get ready for a night out." She says.
I take a deep breath. I'm jealous. I know I am. "I don't want you talking to him anymore. I don't want you seeing him anymore." I say to her. She turns around and faces me.
"Excuse me? Who do you think you are. You can't tell me who I can and can't talk to or see." She says to me.
"I just did." I say bluntly.
She pulls out a tight black dress with buttons down the front and puts it on before walking up to me. "Luke. If I wanted my daddy to tell me what to do. I would call Andrew back over." She says.
And just like that I feel my pants tighten.
She buttons up the dress and grabs a pair of heels before walking downstairs, as her hair and makeup have obviously been done.
"You can't go out in that dress!" I yell.
"Luke think about what your saying! I am a grown up. I will go out with my god damn friends if I want to! You are not my boyfriend, and you are not my father!" She yells before leaving the house and getting in the car.
I put my head in my hands and run my fingers through my hair, slightly pulling on it and groaning at my stupidness.
Well I might as well have a few beers I think to myself.
Hayley's POV
Walking through the door with my heels in my hand, and I find Luke sitting on the livingroom couch, drinking a beer. Several empty bottles are on the table, none of them on the coasters.
"Luke, have you drank this many? I've only been gone a few hours." I rush forward, grabbing the half empty bottle out of his hand.
He hardly ever drinks, and he's usually very responsible about it with his health and all. That's why it is such a shock to see nine and a half beers laying in the coffee table. Standing, he stumbles then reaches for the bottle.
"Hayley give that back." He slurs, grabbing once again at the bottle. Stepping back, I chug what little is left. Sitting the now empty bottle down with the rest, I cross my arms and stare.
He stares back, biting his lip and clinching his fist together. I watch as he starts to walk towards me. With each step he takes I take one back until I'm pressed against a wall.
"Luke what are you-" His palms slam against the wall on either side of my head. Yelping, I hold my breath as he leans forward. Luke is usually so gentle and kind, this side of him has me both scared and hot under the collar.
His hot breath fans over my trembling lips. I try to read his bloodshot eyes, but I can't tell what he's thinking. In one swift motion, his lips crash into mine. Nothing is sweet nor gentle about the kiss. It's lip biting and tongue fighting for several minutes. His hands travel down my body, harshly squeezing against my breasts.
Moaning into his mouth, I feel him press his entire body against mine. He grinds his hard on into me, panting as we break away from the kiss. "Luke you're drunk." I huff, my senses starting to come back to me. He smirks, grabbing my hands and lifting them over my head as he brings harder.
"Yeah, and you're hot as fuck, Hayley." He retorts, kissing my jawline to just below my ear. I feel myself getting extremely wet as he continues to grind. Needing more, I figure out his rhythm and grind at the same pace. He moans, releasing my hands and grabbing my hips, lifting me as I wrap my legs around his torso.
"Here." I whisper in his ear, motioning at the couch. He grins, slightly stumbling as he brings me towards the couch. He squeezes my ass as he sits down, with me sitting on his lap. Running my hands down his toned stomach, I start grinding against him again.
"Hayley stop fucking teasing." He pants, tossing his head back and lightly pushing me off of him. I stand, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down. Grabbing his hard member in my hand, I slowly pump him.
His hips continuously buck upward. "Dammit." He huffs, and rips open my dress with the buttons all staying on thankfully. Sadly I can't say the same for my thong he rips off next.and panties down. I get back on his lap and positioning myself above his dick. Sliding all the way down, I moan at his size. He makes a slight hissing sound, grabbing my hips and pulling me up before slamming into me.
He attaches his lips to my slightly swollen ones. I continue to slide up and down his shaft, moans and pants filling the room.
"Luke, I'm about to cum." I moan, throwing my head back and picking up my speed. Just before I climax, he turns us over and starts pounding into me relentlessly.
I feel him release inside me as I come off my high. He whispers my name before collapsing onto me. We lie there, panting and cooling off for several minutes before he finally speaks.
"I like drunk sex." He laughs, finally pulling out of me. I sit up, pushing my sweaty hair back.
"It was a one time thing." I giggle, reaching for the remote to find something to watch.
"We'll see about that."
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My Dads Best Friend
Romance"He used you, manipulated you, and took advantage of you!"My father screamed, "No Dad! I fell in love with him!"
