![]() “I’m not sure I do.” He said, turning you around so you were now facing him. “Touch you where, baby?” He questioned, wanting you to beg for him. His fingers still working their magic into your scalp. “N-no, I mean… Touch me.” You said again. “But I am touching you.” He replied cockily, his smirk evident once more. His body pressed against you and you could feel his boner poke into your back. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “L-Luke…” You whined, wanting him to touch you so badly. His long fingers massaged into your scalp. ![]() He squirted some into his hands and massaged it into your hair. He took himself away from you and grabbed the shampoo on the shelf. You moaned when he flicked his thumbs against your nipples. He peppered kisses along your neck and massaged your breasts. You turned around and his arms wrapped around your waist. “But-” You started, “Now.” He interrupted. ![]() He took the shower head away and put it back where it came from. You shook your head and whimpered at the pressure on your heat. “Do you think this can pleasure you better than I can, baby?” He questioned, pinning your arms above your head with just one movement. He faced the shower head in front of your clitoris and looked you directly in the eye. “Too impatient to wait for me to come home, I see.” He stated before spreading your legs apart with his large hands. “I, um-” You stuttered, still embarrassed from him catching you. “Having fun?” He asked, grabbing the shower head out of your hands. The blonde boy just smirked at you and stepped into the shower. Your cheeks went hot and you gasped loudly, ripping the shower away from you. ![]() Your pleasure went away when the shower curtain opened, revealing a naked Luke with his raging hard on. “F-fuck.” You moaned, feeling a pit form at the bottom of your stomach. Your moans were getting louder and you bought the shower head closer to your heat. You were too caught up in the pleasure the shower was giving you to even worry. You heard a sound coming from downstairs, but quickly dismissed it when you realised it was probably just wind as you knew Luke wouldn’t be back yet. You placed the shower head on your clitoris and the jets of water hit it perfectly, making you throw your head back and moan loudly. You turned it on the highest power and you leant against the shower wall and spread your legs a bit. You reluctantly took your hands away and grabbed the shower head, turning down the temperature so you wouldn’t burn yourself. You let a finger slip into you and you let out a soft moan, pumping it in and out of you. Your eyes shut tightly as your fingers rubbed circles on to your clitoris. You thought it’d be a better idea to wait for Luke to come home, but you needed relief, and you needed it soon. The texts were flowing around your mind and you let your hand drift to your wet heat. One of them included bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you until you couldn’t walk afterwards. Knowing he’d get you worked up, he was texting you all day, telling you the things he wanted to do to you. It was tempting, but after realising the risk of getting caught you both decided not to. He said he could call you, it just meant he’d have to go into one of the stuffy toilet cubicles, as would you. You were wet for Luke all day and when he send you pictures of his bulge that was covered by his skinny jeans it made your knees weak. It made your day feel longer and it made you irritable. It suddenly made you feel flustered and you also realised you felt the same, but seeing as you were at work and he was in the studio, it was hard to fix that problem. One of the worst things that seemed to make your day harder was Luke texting you saying he was horny. Your bad mood instantly turned into a semi-happy mood, but you still felt bad from the day you had. You tilted your head back and sighed in relief as the jets of the shower hit your back. The hot water hit your back and you flinched, but soon relaxed into it. You turned the knob so it was on one of the highest temperatures, stripped down naked and placed yourself directly in front of the steamy shower. The agonising headache you had all day just didn’t seem to shift, it just got worse. Luke wasn’t home for another hour or so, so you had some time to kill. You had a long, stressful day and all you needed was a hot shower and sleep. Sighing, you made your way into the bathroom you and Luke shared. (THIS IS ACTUALLY GOOD I’M NOT BEING BIASED OR ANYTHING)
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