Luke: "You are going down" Luke smirks "oh really?" You chuckle, lifting an eyebrow, he nods and kisses the corner of your lips lightly "and once I win, you're mine for the night" he whispers, biting your lower lip lightly and tugging it between his teeth
You whimper, already longing to pull him closer to you, you clench your fists, digging your nails into your palms, he lets his lips brush yours lightly before pressing them down on yours roughly, his tongue instantly moving into your mouth
He tilts his head, his piercing pressing against your lip in a way that drives you crazy, and suddenly, unknowingly, you find your hands behind his neck, pulling him down closer to you
He leans back, a triumphant smirk on his face "I told you I would win baby girl" he gloats, you stare at him panting hard "now what do I want from you? Hmm, let's see" he muses, an evil glint in his eye
"Ah yes, you know those lovely silk scarves that you have? Fetch those for me baby" he murmurs, you gulp and he grins "you, are going to cum till you cry" he growls, running his hands up your thighs.
Calum: "Are you ready to lose baby?" He sneers, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone "I won last time" you smirk, Calum scowls and places his hands on either side of your head, his biceps flexing
"I know you can't resist me" he grins, his lips brush against yours, making you whimper, desperate for more "don't be too sure" you breathe, his lips brush against yours again and he sucks your lower lip between his teeth briefly
"Calum you're doing this intentionally" you whine "well then do something about it" he smirks, his plump lips touching yours again, but only barely, you long to trail your hands down his muscled back, to tangle your hands in his black hair, to stroke his firm chest, but you keep your hands firmly clenched by your sides
"C'mon baby" he murmurs, pressing his lips to yours more firmly, and you can sense a hint a desperation in his tone, then you feel his fingertips ghost over your cheek, only lightly, but you grin "I won" you whisper, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer to you
"What do you want me to do?" Calum mutters, resting his forehead against yours "mm, you were being so stingy with those lovely lips of yours, and I'd like to see what you can do with those when you really give" you grin, trailing your hands over his chest.
Michael: "There's no way you can beat me" Michael smirks, you narrow your eyes at him, having lost the past ten games, you're determined to win this one "we'll see about that Clifford" you mutter, pressing your lips against his, he chuckles, moving his mouth skillfully and immediately dominating the kiss
He tilts his head, his tongue pushing past your lips and you whimper, you twist your hands together to restraint from touching him and allow his soft lips to control you "you can't hold out for much longer" Michael laughs, you moan and he pulls away, only to kiss you again, harder and rougher
His mouth moves against yours feverishly, and your frustration mounts, and before you can stop yourself you've shoved him back against the wall, your hands clutching at his biceps "ooh you're going to get in trouble for that" he murmurs
You gulp and withdraw your hands from him "I'm sorry Michael" you whisper "I'm sorry what was that? What have I asked you to call me baby girl?" He hisses "I m-meant I'm sorry daddy" you breathe "that's right, now don't worry, and daddy's going to take care of his baby" he growls, shoving you hard against the wall and ripping your clothes off.
Ashton: "When I win, you're going to be my little slave for the night" Ashton smirks, his dimples giving him an innocent look "we'll see about that" you giggle, pressing your lips to his, he chuckles and immediately his tongue is in your mouth
He has his hands pressed to the wall, and you know he's itching to grab your hips, just like you are itching to tug on his curls, his stubble tickles your cheek and you whimper, wanting to grasp his rough chin and grind your hips on his
His tongue flicks over your lips, and you groan, giving in, you push your hips against his and slide your palms over his abs "and I win again" he grins, pulling away from you, you whine and he laughs, taking your hands in his, he kisses your lips lightly and smirks "oh my, what pretty little lips you have, and what soft hands" he murmurs, his eyes glinting.
