Make it Stop ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Fourteen.

"I just want to make you happy." I whispered, causing him to smile.

"You do make me happy. Sex has nothing to do with it." I pressed a small kiss against Luke's lips, his tongue gliding across my bottom lip, his lip ring moving against my lips as our tongues battled for dominance. I felt him smile against my mouth, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto his lap once again, I couldn't help but laugh into the kiss, Luke's hands pushing hair out of my face.

"You are so beautiful." He complimented into my mouth, setting his large hands on the small of his back and pulling me closer, quietly groaning as my weight settled directly on his crotch.

"Sorry." I blushed, pulling away quickly. "Did I hurt you?" I gushed, biting my lip. Luke's curled into the smallest smile as he laughed.

"No." He chuckled, setting his hands on my thighs. "It—no it didn't hurt." I felt my face get hot, as Luke's hands traveled up my thighs and around, placing themselves on my arse and pulling me closer once again. He pressed his lips against mine, immediately pressing his tongue to mine. My hands tangled in his hair. Feeling bold, I rocked my hips against him. Once I began, Luke had a sharp intake of breath, holding me in place. "If you don't stop, Im going to get a hard on." He warned. A small smirk taking over.

"Good." I mumbled, pressing my lips to his again. Luke laughed deeply as I pulled away. "Can you take me home?" I bit my lip.

"Yeah baby."

We walked outside to see Ella and Mikey making out against the car, as Cal made out with Steph inside of it. I couldn't help but stifle laughter as Luke boldly grabbed my hand and ran to his car. As I watched him drive, I couldn't help but reach over and set my hands on his thigh, earning a cocky grin when I began palming him through his jeans.

"Shit, Romy." He muttered, pulling to the side of the road once we reached my house. "Are you trying to make me crash the fucking car?" He joked.

"No Im trying to drive you crazy."

"Well it's working." I rolled my eyes.

"Can I try something?" My voice was low. Luke watched me with dark eyes as I unbuckled my seatbelt and sat in the middle council. He shut his car off, watching me as I unbuttoned his skinny jeans and urged him to buck his hips up, sliding them down a bit, along with his boxers. Staring up him, I slowly moved up and down his shaft. After a second, I leaned down, putting my lips around him and taking him in my mouth. Luke gasped sharply, moaning as he threw his head back. I bobbed up and down, being extra careful not to hurt him with my teeth. Luke pulled at my hair, fighting the urge to buck his hips or push me down, I took him into my mouth fully, slightly gagging as I did.

"Holy fucking shit." He swore, I felt him begin to twitch in my mouth, I swirled my tongue around his head as he stuttered. "Sh-shit, Romy. I'm going to—fuck—if you don't stop I'm going to come in your mouth." His words came out in a rush as I quickly bobbed my head, taking him into my mouth further as his grip in my hair tightened. He released into my mouth and without knowing what to do, I swallowed the salty substance and pulled back, staring at a flustered, out of breath, and cursing Luke. I gave him a shy smile, kissing his cheek and climbing out of the car, quickly running inside before he could say anything about my provocative actions.

As I closed the door behind me, I heard Luke's old car drive away. I walked aimlessly to the kitchen to be met by mum and Owen.

"It's late." Mum said as she did the dishes and Owen put them away.

"Sorry." I muttered, searching the fridge for something to eat.