bar stool // luke hemmings fanfiction

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Haley's POV

I don't know what's gotten into me, or why I suddenly can't get enough of Luke, but as soon as I tell him to kiss me, he leans in right away. His lips immediately connect to mine, moving soft and gentle. But we both know we want more. I bring my hand to the back of his head and pull him closer to me. The cold metal of his piercing feels good against my lips, and fireworks explode in my stomach. Since we are laying down, Luke is above me, holding himself up with his elbow. His other hand rests lightly on my hip, but he brings it up to cup my cheek.

The kiss begins getting rougher and full of lust, want, need. Luke's tongue swipes across my bottom lip, but I deny access, making him groan in response. This causes me to smile and I pull away, gasping for air.

Luke opens his eyes and I open mine, and for a few seconds we just look at each other.

"That was-" Luke starts

"Shh." I cut him off and press my lips to his again. I'm not done yet.

Luke lays down with his back to the mattress and now I'm leaning over him. I like being dominant sometimes too. Again, his tongue glides over my bottom lip and this time I grant him access. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I happily oblige.

Luke moves so that he is sitting against the headboard. I don't know what causes me to do this, but I bring one of my legs over him so that I'm now straddling him. I tangle my fingers through his hair, and place my other hand gently on his chest. Both of his hands grip my hips and he pushes me down onto him, making me gasp. I really like this, trust me I do. But I feel like I should stop him, I don't want this to go too far.

"Luke." I break away from the kiss.

"Yeah?" He asks, looking into my eyes with concern filling his.

"I-I don't know. Never mind. I'm sorry." I begin to climb off his lap, but he stops me.

"Hal, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, come on." Luke says, his lips gently pressing a kiss to my jaw, and he makes his way down to my neck. When he reaches a spot right above my collarbone I suck in a breathe, and he smiles against me, knowing he found my sweet spot. He sucks there and I tangle my fingers in his hair again. After a minute he pulls away and looks pretty satisfied with himself for leaving that mark on my neck.

"They'll see it." I whisper.

"Not if we cover it up." He responds, tugging the hair band out of my hair, my ponytail coming undone. My brown locks cascade over my shoulders and Luke runs his hand through my hair.

I notice him look down at my boobs and I smile at him.

"My eyes are up here."

"I know, but your boobs are down here, and I enjoy looking at them." He says, still staring. I roll my eyes playfully.

"Well, now it's your turn." I say and lean in so my lips are just below his ear. I kiss him there, then work my way down to a spot on his neck. He groans, signaling I have found his sweet spot. I suck on his skin and kiss him there, and his hands begins trailing up my shirt. I reach down and swat his hand away and he pouts, but I don't care.

Once I'm content with the purple spot on his neck, I get off of his lap and sit next to him.

"They'll definitely see this." He remarks.

"I don't care. I'm pretty proud of it, aren't you? It'll make Michael jealous." I joke.

"Michael already is jealous, I've seen you naked and he hasn't." He informs me. "Speaking of that, is there any chance that I'll be seeing you naked again any time soon?"