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The thrum of the bass vibrated through the dimly lit ballroom of the upscale hotel. New York, a city of bright lights she adored but filled with so much uncertainty it made her sick. Luke's band tore through their set with precision honed from years on the road. But tonight, Luke's mind wasn't on the music.

His bright eyes that made her melt kept darting to the crowd, locking onto her—Y/N, standing out like a forbidden temptation amid the sea of too many people in this shit. She wasn't her usual self, soft and shy. Tonight she'd stepped into something else entirely, a vision from the 90s, a sleek black number that hugged her curves like it was painted on, the neckline dipping low enough to make him groan, the hem riding on her thick thighs. Her hair cascaded in loose waves, lips painted pretty that called out to him with cruelty despite the innocence in her wide eyes. Luke's grip tightened on his guitar, his cock twitching painfully in his jeans as he spotted suited assholes circle her like sharks scenting blood.

He forced himself to focus, fingers flying over the strings, voice gravelly as he sang about desire and restraint—ironic, given how close he was to snapping. The tension between them had simmered for years, friends who shared everything but this electric undercurrent. To the world, Luke was the rockstar who didn't give a fuck, sarcastic barbs flying from his tongue like weapons. But her, to him she was his weakness, the one person who made his chest ache with something deeper than lust. And seeing those pricks leer at her, their eyes devouring what he’d claimed in his fantasies a thousand times, made him hot headed.

The final chord rang out, applause erupting as the band wrapped up. Luke didn't bother with the encore bullshit; he handed off his guitar and stepped off stage, weaving through people with purpose, bumping into people without an apology. His heart hammered, sober and sharp, every nerve alight. There she was, backed against a high-top table, some loser in a too-tight shirt leaning in close, his hand grazing her arm.

"Oh, c’mon I know you’re lonely” the guy drawled, all sleaze and no substance.

Luke slid up beside her, his presence a wall of heat, it made chills run down her spine immediately. "She’s got enough company, so fucking back off before I make you." His voice was low, laced with something clipped and annoyance that cut right through the air. "What, you think flashing a smile and a cheap line gets you anywhere? Quite pathetic”.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at him. The guy muttered something under his breath and slunk away, leaving her and Luke alone as she began fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

"Luke..." she whispered, a mix of surprise and something hotter flickering in her gaze.

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes—too raw, too hungry. "Dance with me. Unless you prefer the wildlife."

She nodded, letting him pull her onto the floor as a slow, pulsing track filled the air. Their bodies aligned effortlessly, like they'd been carved for this. His hands settled on her hips, fingers splaying wide to trace the dip of her waist, the flare of her ass. She fit against him perfectly, her softness yielding to his harder frame, and fuck, it nearly undid him. Her breath hitched as his thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts through the fabric, sending sparks straight to his groin. He could feel her pulse racing under his palm, matching the throb in his veins and not even close to settling down the beat in his chest.

When the song faded, neither moved right away. Their hands brushed as they wandered toward the elevators, stepping and the steel metal walls closing in on them as the air between them began crackling. Luke’s jaw was tense, his teeth clenched as the smell of her perfume filled his nose. In his peripheral’s he caught sight of the way she turned her head to massage her neck a little, a soft sigh leaving her mouth as she closed her eyes. Her mind was filled with him, an ache in her body that couldn’t settle down and that she didn’t know what to do with. Luke’s fist clenched, nails digging into his palms and the silver rings around his fingers tightening as the sound left her and the way her fingers fell down her collarbones and landing to hang at her side. It felt like forever until the elevator doors opened, the pair walking down the hallway until they hit the doors of their own respective rooms. Luke just a few doors down away from her

Y/N fumbled with her keycard, fingers trembling. She thought he’d gone into his room by then, until Luke stepped up behind her, his chest pressing flush to her open back, the heat of him enveloping her again like back at the bar. He reached around, steadying her hand, and the door clicked open with ease. She couldn’t move, still and focused as his hands dropped to the sides of her hips and slowly turned her around.

Her eyes downcast, lashes fluttering. But he wasn't having it. His fingers caught her chin, tilting her face up, thumb tracing the plump curve of her lower lip. Everything thickened, heavy with unspoken want. "God you’re so pretty," he murmured, voice rough. "You look fucking exotic tonight. Beautiful doesn't even cover it—like you stepped out of every dream I've ever had."

Without thinking, her lips parted, tongue darting out to suck softly at his thumb. The wet heat of her mouth pulled a deep groan from him, control shattering. He pushed her inside, kicking the door shut and pinning her against it with his body. His mouth crashed onto hers, devouring, tongue plunging deep to taste her sweetness mingled with the faint tang of wine. She whined into the kiss, fingers clutching his shirt like a lifeline, pulling him closer.

He broke away just enough to whisper against her lips, "I love you so fucking bad, Y/N I can’t take it anymore." His mouth trailed open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, down her throat, sucking lightly at the skin, her heart fluttered wildly. Luke’s hands roamed, mapping the heat of her skin through the soft fabric of her dress until she whimpered, leaning into him.

"... I love you too," she breathed, the words a confession that ignited him.

It shifted every piece of her living inside his veins. He became feral, growling low as he kissed at her shoulders, the straps of her dress slipping down and baring her skin inch by inch. "Can I touch you? Please, baby."

"Yes, Lu” she gasped, and that was all he needed.

His hands cupped her breasts, heavy and perfect, thumbs rolling at her nipples as he bit down on her neck, marking her with teeth and suction. She was soaked, thighs pressing together against the ache that traveled through her. He reveled in it, smug satisfaction curling his lips. "Look at you, already dripping for me. Knew you'd be this responsive—my sweet girl."

To prove it, he palmed her tits more roughly, pinching and tugging her nipples until she arched, soft moans spilling from her throat. "So fucking gorgeous," he praised, eyes dark as he drank in her exposed upper body, skin flushed and glowing. His mouth descended, latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand kneaded the other. Fingers tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to arch her neck, exposing more for his teeth.

He guided her backward, toward the bed, until her knees hit the edge and she sank down. Kneeling between her legs, he peeled the dress off completely, kissing a scorching path down her collarbone, belly, hips—worshipping every curve. She lay there in just her panties, vulnerable and needy, breaths coming in pants as his blue eyes stayed locked on hers while he stood up straight.

His leather jacket threw off to the side, his tie becoming loosing in his grip as he tugged it off. Next, his shirt and jeans hitting the floor until he became free. Her eyes widened, but he held her gaze. "All these years, I've jerked off thinking about you—just you underneath me, those lips wrapped around my cock, your pussy clenching as I fuck you dumb. Wanted to ruin you for anyone else."

Her core throbbed at his words, slickness coating between her thighs. His strong arms dropped down to hover around her as he kissed her again, his mouth working against her lips as he hooked his fingers into her panties and began to rip them away, the fabric tearing with a sharp sound. Slowly he moved down, guiding her thighs over his shoulders, spreading her just enough as he nestled between them, breath ghosting over her exposed and needy for him. "So wet already," he teased, blowing cool air across her clit, watching her hips buck. "All for me, yeah? My filthy girl."

His tongue flicked out, lapping at her entrance, gathering her essence with broad, hungry strokes. She tasted like heaven—sweet and addictive. He groaned against her, vibrations humming through her core as he sucked her clit between his lips, rolling it gently then harder. Tongue delving deep, he fucked into her with it, mimicking what his cock craved, while his hands gripped her ass, kneading the firm flesh.

She moaned, fingers yanking at his short blond curls, hips grinding up. He pulled her closer, burying his face deeper, nose brushing her clit as he devoured her. Fingers dug into her cheeks, spreading her as he feasted, sucking harshly until her thighs quivered around his head. "Luke! Oh god, Luke," she cried, voice breaking as pleasure coiled tight.

He didn't let up, tongue thrusting relentlessly, lips sealed around her nub, drawing out every drop. Her body tensed, soft whine leaving her mouth as he coaxed it out of her, biting into her thighs and sucking harder, her orgasm ripping through her in waves.

She came hard, flooding his mouth, and he lapped it all up, not stopping until she was limp and trembling, his name a broken chant on her lips.

Luke's tongue lingered on her quivering folds for a final, possessive swipe, savoring the last tremors of her release before he began his ascent. His lips dragged wet, open-mouthed kisses up the inside of her thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin, then higher to her hip bone, where he sucked a fresh mark into her flesh. Hands roamed greedily over her sides, thumbs digging into the soft give of her waist as he climbed, mouth never breaking contact—trailing heat across her belly, between the valley of her breasts, up to latch onto her collarbone with a low hum of approval. She was a canvas of his making, flushed and marked, and he couldn't get enough.

By the time his face hovered over hers, his eyes were even a darker shade of blue, pupils blown from the want he had for her. Their breaths mingling in the charged space, his fingers were already kneading her ribs, sliding up to cup her jaw.

“Turn over for me” he rasped, voice thick with command, guiding her with firm pressure until she complied, rolling onto her stomach. Her ass lifted instinctively, presented like an offering, round and inviting under the dim lamplight. He positioned himself behind her, knees bracketing her calves, and let his palms glide over her back, down the dip of her spine, until they settled on those perfect cheeks. He squeezed hard, spreading her slightly to expose the glistening evidence of her arousal still dripping from her

“Such a needy girl for me already” he murmured, the words laced with dark affection as his hand reared back and spanked down on one cheek, the sharp sting blooming across her skin. She gasped, arching, but he didn't stop—another smack landed on the other side, harder, watching the flesh pinken. “Look at you, ass up like you were made for this. Dripping again? Pathetic how bad you want it” Between each spank, his fingers dipped lower, tracing her slit to confirm it, finding her soaked and clenching. The degradation only fueled her, her whimpers turning labored as she pushed back into his touch. She’d take anything he’d give her with a smile.

Satisfied with the rosy handprints he'd left, Luke slid two fingers inside her without warning, curling them deep to stroke that spongy spot that made her walls flutter. “That's it, take my fingers like the good girl you pretend to be” he growled, pumping them in a steady rhythm, twisting to graze her ridges. She buried her face in the pillow, muffling cries of “Luke” that grew more desperate as he edged her—thrusting faster, then slowing to a torturous drag, thumb circling her clit just enough to build the pressure without release. His free hand wrapped around his throbbing length, stroking lazily from base to tip, pre-cum slicking his palm as he watched her unravel. The sight of her body betraying her, hips rocking back to chase his touch, had him leaking steadily. “Fuck, there you go, say my name louder, baby. Beg for what's coming”.

She shattered under the onslaught, sobbing his name into the sheets, body convulsing as she teetered on the brink but he pulled back, denying her the peak. “Please, Luke... more, I need you,” she pleaded, voice raw and broken, ass still raised in supplication.

With a guttural curse, he gripped her hips, yanking her back until her entrance kissed the head of his cock. He sank in with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her velvet heat. She whined high and sharp, walls clamping down like a vice, and he stilled for a beat, savoring the stretch. Then he started moving—slow at first, grinding deep, but building to punishing snaps of his hips that jolted her forward. “Fuck Luke” she gasped, the words slipping out amid her moans, unbidden and perfect.

A feral grin split his smile. “Louder, again” he demanded, hands clamping her waist to hold her steady as he pounded harder, skin slapping skin in a relentless rhythm. His cock dragged against her insides with every withdraw, slamming back to that spot that made her legs feel like jelly.

“So fucking tight, squeezing me like you never want me to leave. Perfect cunt.' Praise twisted with filth poured from him, intertwined with raspy grunts—“God, you're made just for me, aren't you? Taking it so well”. He leaned over her, one hand fisting her hair to arch her back, the other bruising her hip as he rutted like an animal.

“All mine” The possessiveness drove him wilder, thrusts turning harsher, forcing her to brace against the bed as he claimed every inch.

She took it all, body yielding under his dominance, the mix of being used like a toy and cherished like a treasure pushing her higher. Her release crashed over her without warning, pussy spasming around him, milking his length as she keened, nails digging into the mattress.

But Luke wasn't done. He chased his own edge, ignoring her fluttering sensitivity. Her knees buckled under the intensity, and he followed her down, body covering hers like a blanket of muscle and heat. He pinned her flat on her belly, cock still sheathed deep, and hooked an arm under her to keep her ass tilted up just enough. “Stay with me” he panted against her ear, hips pistoning into her backside now, the friction adding to the vise of her body. The bed creaked in protest, headboard thumping, as his free hand gripped it for leverage, knuckles white.

He fucked her through the haze, relentless, until the coil in his gut snapped. With a roared “Fuck, yes—take it all” he buried himself impossibly deeper, pulsing hot ropes of cum into her core, flooding her until it leaked out around him. He collapsed over her, spent but sated, lips brushing her shoulder in a rare moment of tenderness amid the wreckage.

Luke eased off her, his cock slipping free with a wet pop, leaving a trail of their mingled fluids on her thigh. He rolled to the side, propping himself on an elbow to drink in the sight of her—sprawled naked across the rumpled sheets, skin glowing with a post-orgasm sheen, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, thighs slick and parted just enough to tease the view of her puffy, well-used entrance. Strands of hair clung to her damp forehead, and those wide eyes blinked up at him, hazy with satisfaction and a spark he knew so well.

“Fuck, look at you” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, tracing a hand down her back appreciatively and streetlights creeping through the shades. They lay there in the quiet hum of the room, the air thick with the scent of sex, trading lazy words about the night—how the gig had been electric, how she'd driven him half-mad from the stage. But his gaze roamed shamelessly, devouring the curve of her hips, the way her breasts shifted with each breath, the faint bruises blooming where he'd gripped her. He was proud, hips pink lips twitching into a smirk as he twists himself into a sitting up position, the hotel linen shifting around his tall form as his blond messy cures fell over his eyes just slightly. He was angelic.

Y/Ncaught it then, her eyes dropping to the rigid line of his cock, not being able to help but look and notice him already thickening again against his thigh. A flush crept up her neck, and she bit her lip, shifting restlessly. “Luke... you're—“

“Hard as hell for you” he cut in, not a hint of apology in his tone, hand sliding down to wrap around his shaft, giving it a slow stroke. “Can't help it. Been staring at this body all night, and now it's mine to wreck, over and over. I want to bury myself in that cunt until you're screaming my name again”.

The words hit her like a spark to dry tinder. Heat pooled low in her belly, her own lower half clenching emptily as wetness gathered between her legs. She whimpered softly, thighs pressing together instinctively, but it only made the ache worse. “Lu Please... yeah, I want it. Need you inside me” Her voice was breathy, needy, and she pushed up on her elbows, eyes locked on his length with undisguised hunger.

Before he could move, she was on him, sliding down the bed with a new determination that made his pulse spike. Her small hand wrapped around his base, tongue darting out to lap at the bead of pre-cum from the slit. Luke groaned, head tipping back to to knock into the headboard behind him as she took him in, lips stretching around him. It was messy from the start—saliva dripping down his shaft as she bobbed, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue along the underside. She got slutty with it, humming vibrations around him, one hand cupping his balls to massage gently while the other pumped what she couldn't swallow.

“Yea that's my good girl” he rasped, fingers threading into her hair, not pushing yet but holding her firm. “Suck it like you mean it. Show me how bad you want this cock”. She moaned around him, the sound muffled and obscene, eyes watering as she took him deeper, gagging slightly but pushing on, eager to please. He loved the way she surrendered to it, letting him set the rhythm as his grip tightened, guiding her head up and down with controlled thrusts. Her throat fluttered around the head, spit trailing from her chin, and fuck, the sight alone had his balls drawing up.

He couldn't resist fucking her mouth, hips bucking shallowly, using the wet heat like a preview of what was coming. “Take it deeper, baby—yeah, just like that. Such a perfect girl for me”. She relaxed into it, tears streaking her cheeks, but her gaze stayed on his, full of devotion and fire. After a few more pumps, he tugged her off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his throbbing tip. “Enough. I want to fuck you proper, stuff you full”.

With a growl, he sat up on his knees, hauling her toward him by the waist. She yelped in surprise, half her body reclining back onto end of the bed while he positioned her legs over his thighs, folding her hips up to expose her fully. His hands pinned her knees wide, and he lined up, slamming home in one deep plunge. She cried out, back arching off the mattress as he stretched her anew, walls gripping him like velvet fire.

Luke set a brutal pace right away, hips snapping forward with unfiltered need, watching her full breasts bounce due to each impact of his thrusts. Her spine bowed, nipples perked up and begging for attention, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. Her hair falling beneath, her mouth open letting out soft whines and whimpers of his name as he took her. “Look at these tits bouncing for me—fuck, you’re so gorgeous” He pounded into her cunt relentlessly, the wet squelch of their joining filling the room, her body inching up the bed until the headboard thumped rhythmically against the wall, and she was sure their be a bill to expect for chipped paint the next day. Luke wasn’t holding back; didn’t care to as he rutted like he owned her, which he did.

“Yes take every inch, Y/N. That's it—let me wreck this greedy hole”. His dirty talk spilled out between grunts, urging her on as she wailed, legs trembling around him. She loved the roughness, the way he used her body without mercy, pleasure coiling tight in her core from the friction alone.

But he wanted more angles, more control. “Turn around” he commanded, pulling out just long enough to flip her. She scrambled into position, sinking back onto him in reverse, her ass pressing flush against his pelvis as she took him to the base. His hands roamed immediately—palms cupping her heavy breasts from behind, thumbs flicking the nipples before sliding down to smack her ass cheek sharply. The crack echoed, skin blooming red under his touch. His rings adding a sharpness to it that made her shift slightly and rock in his lap.

“Shit Luke” She whimpered out, still loving it nonetheless as he rubbed away the pain and spanking her again.

“You got it baby, go on. Take what you need”. She obeyed with a gasp, rising and falling eagerly, her pace quickening as the drag of his cock against her insides built that delicious pressure. He spanked her again, harder, watching the flesh ripple. “Yea that's right—work for it. Such a beauty, riding my cock like this”. One hand traced the sweat-slick line of her spine, dipping into the dimples above her cheeks, while the other fisted her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat.

“Fuck, you're dripping all over me—such a filthy girl, chasing that cum like it's your job”. His words were brazen, laced with that edge of degradation that made her clench around him tighter. She took it all, hips grinding down with desperate rolls, moaning his name as the edge crept closer. 'Please, Luke... can I—'

“Cum for me right fucking now” he permitted, voice rough. She broke instantly, pussy convulsing in waves that milked him, a broken sob tearing from her flush lips as she rode through it.

But he wasn't finished. “Keep going sweetheart fuck me”. She did, body quivering but obedient, slamming down harder as he watched their reflection in the nearby mirror—the way her curves moved, her face twisted in ecstasy, his own muscles flexing with each rut up that he gave her. “Goddamn, you look incredible like this. My perfect fucktoy, taking it so deep”.

Finally, the sight and feel pushed him over. He gripped her hips, holding her down flush as he thrust up once, twice, then—“feels so fucking good, clenching around me like that. Take every drop, baby”. He cursed through the pulses, collapsing back with her still impaled, both of them panting in the afterglow.

He rubbed at her sides as she laid back into his chest, he kissed her hair and let the breeze from the window cool them down, but the warmth of her body keeping him grounded. Luke knew then and there, that any bed without her would feel cold and lost. He’d never be able to sleep again, with his skin crawling to reach out for her. He’d known that he was keeping her, forever, and it would never end.

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