what if it hurts // l.h

two.

I look down at the bottle of beer on the table slowly getting warm. I sigh taking a sip of the bitter beverage. I’ve never been one for beer. I prefer tequila or vodka, which always gets me in trouble. One, because it takes less to get drunk, and two because I’m a horny drunk. Tequila is to blame for my bisexual experience senior year.

I turn towards Luke who is also sipping a his beer. The other boys had disappeared into the small club probably looking for some drunk girl to grind on and take home tonight. “Having fun?” Luke asks me, taking a swig of the beer.

“Blast.” I mutter, gagging at the bitter beer. “Why aren’t you off chasing girls?” I ask Luke.

“I’m not smooth enough to pull girls at night clubs.” Luke takes another gulp of beer. ‘And to sober.” He laughs.

“Want to get some effective alcohol?” I laugh, pushing the beer away.

Luke calls over the bartender who orders a round of vodka. “Cheers.” We both say, clicking the glasses together, before gulping down the burning liquid.

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Many shots later, there’s tears running down my face from laughing at something I don’t even remember. Luke’s voice squeaks, as he takes another sip of the clear beverage he ordered.  “Let’s do something fun Em.” He laughs.

“Like what?” I smile, my insides warm with the alcohol running through my veins.

Luke smirks at me, biting his lower lip. “Dance with me.” Before I have time to say yes, Luke is on his feet grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the dancefloor. I cover my smile with my free hand, and follow behind Luke.

Luke places his hands on my waist, pulling me close. I blush at the contact, wrapping my arms around Luke’s neck. He smirks down at me. I’ve never noticed how much taller he is than me. The music is booming loud, and everyone seems to be enjoying. I can’t focus long enough to try and tell what song they’re playing. Probably some remix of a pop song that is overplayed on the radio. Luke’s hands move downwards, now gripping my hips. I tighten my grip on Luke’s neck pulling him closer.

I move my hips to the bass-heavy music, and look down at our shoes. Luke’s really attractive. Like really attractive, and although I’ve known him for years, we haven’t gotten close enough to wear I “only think of him as a brother.” And having him this close, his hand daringly close to my ass, and rubbing circles on my exposed skin, mixed with my cloudy mind could lead to some bad things. I don’t want to look at him with that smug smirk on his face.

I try to focus on one thing, but its hard with the amount of alcohol I’ve intaked tonight. Suddenly I feel a warm breath on my ear, and I shiver in response. “This is fun isn’t it?”  Luke’s low voice rumbles in my ear. I nod my head, not finding the words to say. Luke just takes my nod as permission to pull me closer, our bodies pushed against each other. My head barely reaches the crook of Luke’s neck.

The loud music, slows down to a more steady, and sultry song. All the songs had a steady enough beat to grind your hips to, but this song, basically called for arousal, and bathroom blowjobs. As the sultry music plays on, Luke’s hands find their way to my bum, pulling me closer than I thought possible. My fingers tangle up in Luke’s hair, as we sway along to the music, our bodies pushed against each other. I grind my hips against Luke, the alcohol making me feel bold.

I quickly untangle my fingers from Luke’s hair, and run my hands down his chest. I feel his breathing hitch as my hands reach his lower abdomen. Granted with a brilliant idea, I turn around, catching Luke off guard. My ass is now lined up with Luke’s crotch, and I feel him quietly gasp.

It takes Luke barely no time to adjust to the new position. His hands aggressively grab my hips, pulling me even closer against him. I smirk, purposefully grinding my hips against Luke’s tightening pants. My hands finding their way back into Luke’s hair, playfully pulling at the strands. My mind may be cloudy, and my vision slightly blurred, but I can tell what I’m doing to Luke. And I’m not stopping any time soon.

        It may have something to do with the fact I haven’t had sex in over six months. Or that I’m just a dirty dancer in general, and my overall horny drunk self make for a sex driven combination. Or the fact that Luke’s hot as fuck, and I’m too drunk to keep my hands to myself.

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honestly i just wrote this chapter cause it's late at night and i'm listening to the weeknd, and i just want luke to fuck me