Lavender

candyfloss curls (3)

She walked in looking as sexy as ever. Her cropped tank top revealed her flat stomach and impressive cleavage whilst the tight fitting jeans hugged her curves. He noticed that her usually snowy white hair was now lilac and lightly curled. She raised an eyebrow at him and he nodded in approval. She shot him a cheeky smirk before settling into her seat, placing one jean clad leg over the other. As usual, they repeated the same ritual, however he was shocked at Lavenders' speech.

"I am here today because I am reckless."

She then almost threw herself down with a flourish, smiling lightly at Luke.

"I am here today because I am reckless.'

The answer soon became the one of many, each adopting Lavenders idea of acceptance. Of course, he knew it was just a ploy to get released sooner, but he liked it. The session ended more positively than usual, and Luke caught up with Lavender as he Doc Martens strolled across the floor.

"Hey there candyfloss curls". He greeted fondly.

"Hey there chocolate curls." She replied with a cheeky smile.

He chuckled at her response, knowing that his hair was dead straight but once noticing the look in her eyes, he placed a lightly calloused hand upon her bare waist. Her breathing hitched and she hoped he hadn't noticed. She didn't like it when a person knew the effect they had on her, it embarrassed her. He had noticed though, and he was relishing in the light spattering of goosebumps that had appeared in the area of his hand. He smirked a little. This was what he was used to. He knew his touch had this effect on many other girls. In fact, this was the very gesture he usually depended on to get the girls to sleep with him. That was exactly what he planned to do with this girl. She was blushing and her eyes had darkened from their usual powder blue. Her makeup looked a few days old and was faded, but she somehow still looked beautiful. He froze in his train of thought.

Beautiful? She can't be beautiful. She can only be hot or sexy or fuckable. Never beautiful.

Her lips met his and he was startled at the nervousness behind the kiss. She was usually in charge and to be made to feel like another of his conquests was definitely not her usual style. She made this clear, placing a firm hand on his crotch. Everyone else had left already, giving them complete seclusion.

"Don't fuck with me Davies. We have a deal. I am not one of your little whores, despite what you may think. I like to be in charge and I fucking plan to be. Now fuck me senseless." She sneered out with a bite of her peach pink lips.

He pressed his lips to hers, nibbling and sucking on her bottom lip. She moaned into his mouth and he took the opportunity to collide his tongue with hers. She was palming him through his jeans, earning deep and husky groans from Luke. He pulled her top over her head, exposing a black lace bra. He groaned in appreciation, admiring her breasts before littering them with needy kisses. She palmed him harder, creating more friction and making him even harder. She stripped him of his shirt and traced his abs with her fingers. He dipped his head and kissed her neck, leaving a trail of purple marks in his wake. They were soon stripped of their trousers and he was admiring her in her black laced glory. She laid panting, her breath hot and fast. Her eyes were hooded and the colour had obviously darkened. He was peering at her from her waist, his tongue just finishing the sensual torture upon her. He rolled the latex over his manhood and gently slipped into her. She moaned loudly, having only just recovered from the previous orgasm. He had taken note of their previous experience, entering her slowly but deeply. The moans that escaped from her mouth were sexier to him than any other. He could still taste her on his tongue as he watched her writhe in pleasure beneath him.

She asked him to fuck her and he did exactly that.
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She had taken him back to her flat afterwards and they had done it again, only this time much faster. They had fucked all around her flat; the kitchen, the living room and the bedroom. Both were now sweaty and climbed into the shower, not needing to strip due to the lack of clothing. He let his hands glide down her body as the water streamed upon them. His swollen lips kissed her bare shoulder and she felt the urge to wrap her achy arms around him. She tried to refrain but the urge was too strong. He sighed as he enveloped him, wet bodies close. He couldn't help but lightly kiss her wet hair, his hands on her waist. She pulled away slightly, looking into his bright turquoise eyes. A surge of unknown emotions passed between their gaze and made them both blush. It made Luke shudder slightly and his thoughts began to muddle.

She is so beautiful. She can't be beautiful, it is too emotional. I have to do what we do best. I have to fuck her again.

"Up." He commanded.

And although she was achy and sore, she didn't object.