Kiss Me Imagines ✔

Photoshoot - Luke Hemmings - Part 3

Part 3 - Mature - restricted 

Something about the tone in his voice created so much excitement inside her that she convulsed around him. Uttering a slow groan, her voice caught as she released the first wave and then hitched again when she clamped around him.

Her orgasm crested and she covered him. He slid further out and then back in, easier this time with the extra lubrication. The sound turned her on more and she came with a scream and a string of expletives.

“Shit! Oh fuck, Luke! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop,” she begged in a plaintive moan before her words garbled and she could only emit incoherent sounds of pleasure.

The sound of her cell phone ringing jolted her from her reverie, and she cursed out loud when she realized she’d been so lost in her imagination that her legs were pressed together tightly and she was leaning forward against her desk with her arms holding her upright.

How the hell had she gotten so deeply ingrained in a fantasy that she’d confused reality with such a vivid daydream?

Pushing back to sit in her chair, she shot a nasty look at her phone and saw that it was her best friend asking her if she was still at work. Frustrated, she swiped the screen and shot back a text confirming her suspicion but added that she was heading home and would see her tomorrow night at their usual hangout.

Powering down her computer, she stuffed the proof sheets from Luke’s photoshoot back in the envelope and shoved it into her purse. Maybe she’d pull them out as she drank her wine and allow her imagination to wander again.

Her commute home irritated her to no end. The traffic was worse than normal for a Friday afternoon, and she cursed repeatedly at drivers who cut her off and veered too close to her car. By the time she made it to her apartment, she wasn’t sure she how she survived.

Unlocking her apartment door, she called for Buttercup and smiled when he came running. “Stupid cat,” she muttered affectionately before stooping to pet him and then dropped her bag, purse, and keys on the counter and kicked her heels to the side.

She undressed as she made her way down the hall to her bedroom and slipped into a pair of black leggings and a soft green t-shirt and a pair of ankle socks. Sighing in comfort, she moved to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of wine and a wine glass from her cabinet. She uncorked the bottle and poured a glass of the Cabernet while trying to keep her mind off the proofs in her purse.

She took a sip and sighed before giving up. With her wine in one hand, she rummaged into her purse and pulled the envelope free. Tucking it under her arm, she grabbed the wine bottle and strolled to the living room to recline on the couch and watch TV. Settling into the beige cushions, she flipped her television to News and unfastened the clasp so she could slide the proofs from the envelope.

The pictures hadn’t changed at all. He still looked incredibly handsome and insanely attractive in the ones she’d already perused, but Y/N choked on her wine when she flipped to the fifth page in the stack.

Because Luke worked for a Music industry, the interviewer wanted to emphasize Luke’s stamina and strain that he used on stage and had asked you to show both his business side and his physicality. She remembered taking the photographs with Luke clad in only Black skinny jeans and a guitar around his neck– with no shirt, but she didn’t remember how sexy he was. She shifted a little to ease the tension building between her legs and then allowed herself a few minutes to study the proofs.

It was the ridges under his neck that made the biggest impression on her. They were broad and curved deliciously into his rounded shoulders that topped his muscular arms. His traps were thick and indicated an extremely powerful back. She remembered him turning and raising his arms over his head to stretch. She’d been so distracted by the ripple of his muscles that her camera sat useless in her hands until he’d cleared his throat and shaken her from her daze.

Most of the shots of him shirtless showed his toned chest more than his back, and she ran her fingers lightly over those shots. Luke’s thick torso tapered to his waist so that his jeans hung low enough on his hips to hint at a cut in his muscles just along the hip bone.

But his abs…

His abs were a solid sheet of muscle with a hint of definition between them so that he sported a six pack, but not one that was so defined he looked fake. When he moved, his stomach flexed and showed how toned he was. His obliques bulged as he bent to grab the Guitar that he’d rested down by the side for a couple of shots. She’d silently cursed the Guitar ball because it shielded part of him from her eyes when he held it against him.

Her fingers twitched with a yearning to touch him. She wanted to run her fingertips lightly across his pectoral muscles and see the goosebumps rise from his skin and his nipples harden at her touch. She wanted to feel the warmth of his body in his soft, smooth skin. She wondered what his biceps would feel like as they rippled under her palms or how the fuzz of his soft thatch of dark blonde chest hair would feel under her soft kisses.

It was obvious he did some manscaping since the trail of hair that disappeared under his waistband was trimmed and neat. Her cheeks flushed as she imagined the thatch of hair around his c-ck and how much he groomed that area too. She imagined it was enough so that she’d have no trouble taking him in her mouth.

She could practically hear his soft moans of approval as he made shallow thrusts into her mouth. He would then run his hands through her hair before grasping the sides of her head and holding her steady around his erecti-n.

Y/N took a deep drink of her wine and slipped her hand inside her waistband so her fingers could help relieve the pressure in her body.

There is more but it is very mature - If you want to read it I will put it up, comment if you want the rest there is about 3,000 words left... do you want it? I swear this is the dirtiest thing I have ever written...