His hands cup my ass and press me closer to him. “I’m going to make you wish you’d never broken up with me in the first place.” He says, ignoring my statement. His mouth closes around my nipple, making my back arch at the sensation. My gaze returns to his, “We weren’t a couple, I didn’t break up with anyone.” I remind him and pull my shirt over my head, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. “You broke up with me, remember?” he questions, “I was ready to have you for a long fucking time.” I smile, not only at his words but at my management to push his jeans down. “You wouldn’t have wanted me for this long.” I continue, barely loud enough for him to hear. “No, I couldn’t,” I argue and begin working on the button on his soaked jeans. “You could’ve had no cold showers in the last month if you’d stayed.” He said, hurt creeping into his voice. “I guess you made me want a cold shower.” I joke, which is partly true.
I chuckle, “Why the fuck is the water so cold?” he questions, in between rough kisses down my throat, sucking at my collarbone. “Fucking hell.” He shivers as he too feels the water.
LUKE HUMMINGS NAKED SHOWERS SKIN
The next thing I feel is the cold water against my skin as he steps under the water. He moves again, and I begin tearing his shirt off him – if he hadn’t begun helping me, I would’ve probably ripped it apart. I can instantly feel his hardness pressing against me. He presses my back against the door, wrapping his rough hands around my thighs and lifting me up. My body reacts instantly, and I lean into him while kissing him with everything that has built up inside me for the past month. His hands grab my hips tightly and his lips crash down on mine. I maneuver around him and grab the door, ready to tell him to get the fuck out, but he apparently has other plans. I chew on my bottom lip, knowing I won’t be able to resist him much longer. “If you look me in the eyes and tell me you want me gone, I’ll leave, but if you don’t, I’d very much like to fuck you senseless right about now.” He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. I can’t do this with Calum, and by this, I mean the whole relationship thing. It would be a lie if I say I don’t want him to touch me, but I need him to get out. His eyes meet mine for the first time since he entered, and I try to ignore the apparent lust in them. “Get out,” I say, getting annoyed at my shaky voice. I straighten my back, realizing that I can use the way I look at a weapon – it’s not as if I haven’t done it before. I curse myself for wearing a white shirt, knowing that he’ll now be able to see everything. I grab my underwear and the t-shirt from earlier of the floor and quickly pull them on. I reach out for a towel, but he is faster not letting me. Instead, his eyes are traveling up my body, torturously slow. I spin around, completely forgetting about my current nude state, “What the fuck are you doing!” I exclaim, but I don’t meet his eyes. My eyebrows draw together, “Why are you asking then?” I answer sarcastically.īefore I can even bat an eye, the door has opened with a sound of something crunching – that was that lock. “Y/N, I can hear the water running.” He argues. I ignore him once more, going against everything my body is telling me. “Y/N? You in here?” Cal’s voice goes straight to my core, making me tense in the best way – which I hate.
I groan to myself, ignoring it, and try to find my way back to the calming place where I was less than a second ago. That is, of course, until a knock sounds on the door. The water runs down my body and soothes my nerves. My clothes are quickly stripped from my body and on the white-tile floor, I step under the running water, letting the water stay cold. I lock the door behind me even though I know the lock really doesn’t work, but it still makes me feel a little safer, in case a murderer wants to kill me while I’m showering. A string of curse words leave my lips, of course, Luke would invite the other boys over too, and Cal isn’t one to say no to a couple of beers.Īfter a minute or two, I push away from the door and quickly maneuver my way into my bathroom. When was it ever a good idea to invite him over. I lean my back against the door and rub my temples in circular motions. None of them get to say another word before I’ve slammed the door to my room. I slip out of the living room, leaving the boys with my friend, Anya. First off, I’m sorry I haven’t posted some real smut in a while, I’ve just been very busy, and I’m doing my best.
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