History Lessons Part 3
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It was now two weeks since the last time you’d been sexual with Luke. The promise you’d made him the last time was more and more intriguing to you the more time you spent thinking about it. Luke would be easy to teach; he was already great at everything else and you’d only taught him once. He knew where to place his hands and when to kiss you properly, and even when you were about to fall apart underneath him.
Every time your eyes met Luke’s you thought about the way he looked when he came for you. When he was in that state, the darkness outshone the light blue of most of his eyes, and it was a marvelous sight, one you wanted to see as often as you possibly could. Even sitting in class with Luke was hard, all you could think about was the way he kissed or the way he tasted when you had your lips wrapped around him.
Little did you know, though — Luke was having these exact same thoughts about you.
Once or twice in class he’d gotten completely dazed in class, thinking of your subtle scent and the way your hands always knew where to touch him to make him go crazy with desire. Once or twice he’d accidentally gotten hard in class thinking about you and your activities of late. It had been too long since they’d happened, and Luke was about to make a move. In class, it was approaching the mid-semester exam, and that meant you’d be willing to study with Luke, and he decided he’d make his move then.
Sure enough, a few days before the final, Luke received a text from you inviting him over to study for the final. You’d ended the text with a wink face, hoping Luke would pick up on your suggestion. He did; and the thought made him a little crazy. He took a collective sigh and redressed, in his usual attire for when he hing out with you — since you’d admitted to liking it a lot more than his school clothes. It wasn’t his fault though, his mom made him dress that way, and sometimes he resented her for it.
Luke finished up the rest of his homework and you did the same thing at your house. Luckily, it was a Friday, and you were home alone for the evening. Your parents were out at a concert and your siblings were at their friends’ houses. Luke didn’t know that fact yet, but you had a feeling he’d be excited about that fact. You were sitting on your bed, same as always, when you heard the doorbell ring. You rushed downstairs in your socks, sliding slightly on the hardwood. You caught yourself on the door and opened it to Luke, who was currently sopping wet because of the rain.
“Luke! I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize it was raining!” you exclaimed, and Luke smiled his million-dollar smile that you secretly fell in love with more every time you saw it. You ushered him inside, watching as he removed his shoes and looked around your home.
“Where is everyone, Y/N?” Luke enquired, and it brought a slight smile to your lips.
“We’re alone, Luke…that means you can scream my name as loud as you want when I make you come later,” you said, and Luke’s eyes darkened under your constant gaze.
He opened and closed his mouth many times, almost like his brain was trying to process the words you’d just said. He took a step closer to you, and placed his hand on your hip. He pulled you closer to him, a whoosh of breath falling from your lips in his change in attitude and demeanor. You didn’t like where this was going so soon, so you placed your pointer finger on Luke’s lips and pantomimed “shhhh”.
“Please don’t say things like that, Y/N. It makes me h-hard,” Luke stuttered from around your finger. You merely smirked and pulled him by the hand up the stairs.
“Cmon, Lukey. Let’s go study. That’s what you’re here for, right?” you taunted Luke, and you heard him dramatically sigh behind you. You bent over to pick up your backpack when you were in your room, and Luke audibly groaned. Your shorts were a bit short and apparently you gave Luke a little show when you were retrieving your backpack. He bit the inside of his cheek to avoid saying anything that he might regret later.
You opened your book on your bed, and Luke went about reviewing with you. He did it the same way he always did, quickly but so that you understood it. He started at the beginning of the book and hit the important parts of every chapter; things that would likely be on the exam. He asked you questions that you answered, but after a while, neither of you could deny the building sexual tension in the room. You were wearing shorts and Luke’s skin-tight jeans were getting tighter with every glance he took in your direction. Currently, your lips were wrapped around the barrel of your pen, and with every glance you sent Luke, the gazes were turning longer until neither of you had any intent of studying about the House of Tudors.
“Y/N, a-are you thinking about what I’m thinking about?” Luke slowly blinked and took his eyes away from yours.
“Well, Luke…that depends. What’re you thinking about?” you drew his eyes back to yours and sucked on the end of your pen teasingly.
“I-I’m thinking about you, Y/N. What you told me last time I was here…” He drug out the end of the sentence and stared at your wall in front of him. There it was. Those were the words that you wanted to hear from Luke’s lips. With that, you leaned over and shut your book on your bed, and slid into the floor with Luke, straddling his hips and catching him by surprise.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about this moment since you left my room the last time, Luke. The way you looked when you came for me, and the way you said my name, like it was the last word you were ever going to speak. I want that again, but I want more. I want you to make love to me, Luke.” your lips were at his neck, tracing gentle patterns with your lips and tongue. He shifted to look into your eyes.