"Someone must have sent me to heaven

Blue madonna down by the pool

All the rivers run back into the sea

But baby don't you leave

I only want you running back to me"

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At the ripe age of eighteen, Luke Hemmings thought he'd long since outgrown the period of his life where it was acceptable for giggles to leave his lips.

Although as Arlo jogs up the stairs in front of him, he can't quite contain the breathy giggles that leave his lips, harmonizing perfectly with her own as they echo down the stairwell of the empty house.

Luke was just utterly giddy to have her alone for once. He loved his bandmates, he really did, but they knew how to cockblock like no other. His fingertips skim Arlo's waist as he finally catches up to her. He spins her around, pressing her back to the wall of the hallway.

"Caught you, pretty girl." He smirks down at her, blue eyes wild with love and lust and everything in between.

Arlo playfully rolls her eyes, her arms looping around her neck as she brings them closer. "Danggit." She says in faux distress. "I was trying really hard to get away."

Luke suddenly leans down, his teeth nipping at the skin of her neck, tickling the girl in a way that causes giggles to leave her lips as she squirms in his grasp just like he knew she would. Luke wanted her, fuck, he wanted her so bad- but he wasn't working towards anything.

Luke kissed her neck because he wanted to hear her laugh.

He pulls back just in time to see the wide smile on her face, her skirt riding up as he drags a hand down her bare thigh before gripping the flesh and hiking up her leg so it wraps around his waist. Luke presses his body fully against her own, taking in the sight of his girl in the dim lighting of the hallway.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

"I want to swim." Arlo says suddenly, her voice still breathy from his kisses.

He was staring down at her with a certain look in his blue eyes that she couldn't quite place. It was intense, but she didn't recognize the look to be the same one as when they were intimate. It made her nervous, the intensity his eyes held at that moment.

"You brought a bathing suit?" Luke raises a brow, knowing for a fact that she hadn't. Just the other day, Arlo had been talking about how she wanted to swim in the indoor pool that came with the fancy house but she hadn't thought to pack a bathing suit.

The other boys had already had a chance to test it out, jumping into the heated pool in their boxers practically the moment they'd arrived at the house. Arlo couldn't just strip down to her underwear and join them, so she sat on the side with Luke and watched the other boys swim longingly. Seeing the look on her face, Luke promised they'd both go buy swimsuits that day but they'd ended up becoming too busy to have a chance to.

Arlo shrugs, unwilling to let Luke win the unspoken game they had going on. "Maybe."

In a split second, Luke's eyes darken, his entire demeanor changing. "Wanna show me?" He asks lowly, hands running up and down her thighs in a way that causes the girl's body to tremble against his own.

Feigning confidence despite the fact that the low tone of his voice made her head spin, Arlo places her hand on his chest, gently urging him back so she can turn on her heel and saunter back down the stairs they just ran up

Luke follows behind her like a lost puppy, his lips parted in awe as he watches her make her way down the stairs. There was arousal running through his veins from the thought of finishing what she'd started in the dressing room earlier, but he also couldn't believe she was his, or that he was actually witnessing the sight in front of his eyes.

As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, Arlo looks over her shoulder briefly, a shy smile on her face. She can't deny the way her blood pumps faster in her veins after seeing the way Luke is gazing at her retreating figure.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

Luke sends his girl a wink, cocking his head toward the door that leads to the small indoor pool. He watches her push the door open, a burst of heat and the smell of chlorine hitting them both.

The indoor pool isn't large at all, the water only getting up to six feet deep and when Michael, Ashton, and Calum were splashing around in it, they were having trouble roughing around without getting too close to the edge.

But, it's completely secluded, with tinted glass allowing anyone inside to see out towards the beach, but not granting anyone on the outside a view in. Besides, there was a jacuzzi as well and Luke had been dying to try it out. Especially considering how sore he was from the long week he'd had.

Arlo may have thought she had the control between the two of them for a few minutes, but the thing about Luke was he was always in control. He'd just enjoyed letting her think otherwise for a few minutes.

This is only proven when Luke reaches for his belt, causing Arlo to freeze. The door of the pool room slams shut, echoing tauntingly through the room. The lights from the pool backlight Arlo's figure as she stands mere feet away from him, watching wide-eyed.

"What are you doing?" Arlo asks timidly, her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she watches Luke's fingers slowly work to unbutton the rest of the buttons on his flannel.

Luke shrugs, a smug smirk on his face as he hears the waver in her tone. "Getting in the jacuzzi." The blond says simply.

He slides his jeans down his legs, kicking them off and leaving him in nothing but his tight black boxers as Arlo stands in shock, too stunned to move. The tension was eating her alive in the best way, stealing the air right from her lungs.

As if it were the most casual thing in the world, Luke walks right past Arlo, his fingertips dipping under her skirt to brush the back of her thighs so briefly she has to ask herself if it even happened. He rounds the side of the jacuzzi and sits on the edge rather than taking the steps to submerge himself in the water.

Luke sits on the concrete edge, leaning back on his palms as his legs hang in the water. The way his legs are so carelessly spread, showing off everything to Arlo's eyes is enough to make her knees weak.

The wall next to the jacuzzi has a high-tech set of panels and Luke begins fiddling with it. He swipes the touch screen a few times, purposefully taking his time to turn the jets on. Once the jacuzzi bubbles to life, he looks up to Arlo with a smirk. "Pretty sick, huh?"

"Luke." Arlo's voice is nearly a whine as she stands helplessly, her body very much still clothed while Luke was in practically nothing.

She was waiting for his guidance and Luke knew it. He decides to drag the moment out a bit longer, for if she wanted to try and tease him, she'd simply have to have a taste of her own medicine. So, he continues swiping through the panel until he finds the option to control the lights.

"What color should we make it, Lo?" Luke bites down on his bottom lip to prevent a cocky smile. She would surely catch on to his game if she saw it. "Red, green, purple, blue-"

"Blue," Arlo says firmly, her fingers fiddling with themselves nervously as she crosses one of her legs over the other. "Luke..."

"Hm?" He hums, selecting the proper color. Not only does it change the lights in the jacuzzi to blue, but the entire pool room is dimmed and a blue hue takes over the room. The color isn't so intense that he can't make out her features or see the tan color of her skin, it's just enough to kick up the intensity. "Would you look at that?" He muses.

Luke almost wanted to laugh- he hadn't even fucking planned this and it was going incredibly well. "What's the matter, baby?"

A frustrated huff leaves Arlo's lips as she begins to catch on. He was teasing her and he was having fun doing it too. She doesn't know where the burst of determination comes from, but suddenly Arlo wants nothing more than to wipe the smug look on his face.

She wanted to make Luke feel good, just as he had to her so many times before, but the girl also knew that deep down she was attempting to make up for something else she couldn't reciprocate.

"Nothing." She shrugs, surprising him. Although the slight shake of her fingers reads the opposite of confidence, her actions say something far different. Suddenly, Arlo reaches for the zip of her skirt, and before she can overthink it, she lets the material drop to the floor, joining Luke's clothes.

Luke's heart drops straight to his stomach and for lack of more poetic words, all of the blood in his body rushes straight to his cock at the sight. He clenches his jaw so hard that it sends an ache through his skull, the sight of what she'd been hiding underneath nearly causing the blond to pass out.

She stands before him in baby pink lace and his t-shirt that she'd worn to the concert, her hair perfectly messy from the humidity of the room. The way the humidity made her mascara pool slightly around her eyes transformed her usual makeup into something smokier, her eyes appearing wider.

"Arlo," Luke says lowly, his hands white-knuckling the edge of the jacuzzi.

The girl allows a slight smirk to tug at her lips, one that she hopes he doesn't notice, for Luke would certainly have no problem making her pay for it. "Yeah?"

"Take off my fuckin' shirt and come here." Luke instructs lowly. His plan had begun to backfire and he certainly wasn't used to having the script flipped on him. The boy was going fucking mad, his hands itching to touch her.

Arlo feigns confidence despite the slight shakiness in her knees, her fingertips gripping the edge of the shirt as she slowly pulls it over her head before letting the fabric drop to the floor. It's utterly nerve-wracking, standing in front of Luke in nothing but a rather racy set of lingerie, but the look on his face is worth it.

As Arlo begins walking towards the jacuzzi, Luke's eyes are wide, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. Fuck, was she trying to kill him? Arlo was wearing a set Luke didn't even know the girl owned- a dainty little excuse of a bra that did fucking nothing to cover her. The baby pink color looks unfairly good against her tan skin and the pretty lace flowers decorating the cup of the bra were so Arlo, that it only made his head spin even more.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. I want to love you forever.

She finally reaches the stairs of the jacuzzi and Luke adjusts himself to sit up straighter. The water comes up to just above her belly button and when she's close enough, Luke wastes no time in finding her waist and pulling her closer.

Arlo has to stand on her tiptoes in order to meet Luke's lips, her head tilting back due to the way he towers over her. His hands are everywhere, running across the lace band of her panties, tracing the shape of her jaw, brushing her lower abdomen in a way that causes her to shiver, fingertips digging into her waist.

A low groan leaves Luke's lips, his entire body going rigid as Arlo braces her hands on his thighs. The move is her attempt to get closer to him and he notices, obliging by gripping her waist tightly and bringing her body flush against his own.

Arlo gasps, the feeling of him pressing against her lower stomach is mind-numbing. As the kiss intensifies she can feel him resisting the urge to rock his hips and find relief, but he ultimately fails, his hips jerking unintentionally every few moments.

A near whine leaves Luke's lips as Arlo reaches out to steady a hand on his chest, only for her knuckles to graze against the bulge in his boxers. The reaction from him is immediate, his eyes pinched shut as the briefest wave of pleasure courses through his veins.

"Arlo, baby." Luke's hand is tangled in her hair instantly, forcing her eyes to meet his own. "Listen to me when I say you don't have to do a single thing you don't want to-" He begins, his blue eyes burning with need. "But, if you plan on doing something I need you to do it. Now."

Hell, the mere idea of Arlo doing something for him was enough to have him feeling lightheaded. Consequently, the intensity of the situation combined with the steam of the jacuzzi and her perfect body in his arms, soaked lingerie clinging to her skin, he doesn't quite how to breathe.

Arlo inhales shakily, trying to sort through her lust-clouded thoughts. The idea that she even had the potential to make him feel even an ounce as good as he made her feel is enough to have her nodding eagerly. "Can you help me?"

Luke takes his lip ring between his teeth, the hand in her hair tightening its grip on the strands just enough to elicit a gasp from her pretty swollen lips. "Be a good girl and ask." Luke says, despite the fact that he's aching for her.

Arlo swallows thickly, the combined feeling of his hand in her hair and the dominant look in his blue eyes is almost overwhelming. "Please." Her voice is timid, barely above a whisper. "Please help me touch you, Luke."

Luke groans, releasing his grip on her hair as he leans back, bracing his palms against the floor. Due to the loss of contact, Arlo is sent reeling, the water brushing her lower stomach again as she lowers back down to her feet.

At this angle, Luke's clothed erection is mere inches from her face. She would barely even have to lean forward in order for her mouth to reach him and they both seem to realize this at the same time.

Arlo's eyes go wide, her stomach dropping in the best way as Luke suddenly reaches for the band of his boxers. As he boldly pushes past the fabric and takes himself in his hand, he keeps burning eye contact with his girl the entire time.

A relieved groan leaves Luke's lips as he grips onto himself, feeling the slightest bit of relief from the pressure that'd been building up for hours. Arlo watches in awe as his head tilts back, exposing the strong underside of his jaw as his mouth drops at the feeling.

Arlo doesn't quite know what to do as Luke begins stroking himself only inches from her, the look in his eyes reading pure ecstasy. "You wanna- fuck, you wanna do this for me, Lo?"

"Yes." She says hoarsely, her eyes struggling to choose between the sinfully entrancing look of pleasure on his face and the sight of his hand on himself in front of her. It felt so unbelievably wrong to stare, but it felt even more like a sin to look away.

Luke's eyes flicker down to her hand and luckily she gets the hint, hesitantly raising her hand to wrap around his base. Luke hisses at the contact, his hips immediately jerking at the feeling. "Shit, you're gonna fuckin' ruin me, Arlo," Luke groans, his hand covering her own as he guides them.

As their hands work together to stroke him, Luke is nearly ready to fall apart. The way her much smaller hand looks wrapped around him, his hand eclipsing hers, and the wide-eyed pouted look on her face is something out of his fucking dreams.

"Fuckin' hell." Luke's voice comes out as a whimper, the sound so unfamiliar coming from his lips that Arlo nearly double-takes. She was in awe of the way he seemed to be falling apart, literally right in her hands.

Luke takes a moment to take in the sight of her, her brown eyes innocently wide and her chest heaving. The vision is enough for him to need to steady himself, his free hand unconsciously searching for the wall behind him to steady himself.

He misses, his palm frantically bumping against the panel of the jacuzzi controls rather than the wall. Luke manages to press a few buttons, the jacuzzi jets suddenly becoming far more intense, the setting obviously having been changed.

Luke thinks nothing of it, too obsessed with the feeling of her hand to care.

That is, until a loud gasp leaves Arlo's lips and his girl's hand suddenly stutters, losing the rhythm she'd created. Luke furrows his brows, opening his lips to ask her what had happened.

As Arlo's eyes pinch shut and she suddenly jerks her body to the side, Luke realizes exactly what had happened. His pleasure clouded mind had accidentally turned on the set of jets that happened to be right where Arlo was positioned.

As Arlo recovers, finding her rhythm again, a smirk finds its way to Luke's face. In an instant, Luke's hands find her waist and he positions her to be back where she'd been before. She looks up at him wide-eyed, confusion written on her face.

"Luke-" Arlo gasps, the sensation of the jacuzzi jet right against her is unlike anything she'd felt before and Luke makes sure to hold her body there, not allowing her any relief. "What are you-"

"Just fuckin' take it." Luke claims her lips roughly, keeping her hips pressed right where he wants them as his hand finds hers that's wrapped around him, continuing to guide her. "I know it feels good, Arlo. You're fuckin' shaking already."

"But, I was going to..." She breathes shakily, her eyes drifting down to their hands. The sensation of the jet wasn't enough to make her finish but it was enough to make her want more. Although she tries her best to ignore the unrelenting feeling- she wanted to make Luke feel good.

"Did I say you were going to stop?" Luke cocks a brow up in question, though his tone leaves her no room to argue. "You're gonna cum with me, promise."

Arlo swallows thickly, nodding rapidly as she focuses on pleasing him. The situation was so, so intense and she didn't think she was even breathing anymore, but she was doing her best- for him.

Luke's hips struggle to stay still, her pace is torture and he doesn't know if he can survive it any longer. "I need your mouth, sweetheart" Luke says lowly. "Let me feel those pretty fuckin' lips." His voice is practically a demand, sending a wave of heat swirling through Arlo's stomach.

The girl glances up at him wide-eyed, an ache in-between her own legs that makes her even more eager to please him. Arlo leans forward, parting her lips as she hesitantly wraps her lips around his tip. She keeps her eyes on him, not wanting to miss a second of the pleasure on his feature.

"Holy fuck-" Luke pinches his eyes shut, his mouth creating an "O" shape as he takes in the feeling. Luke hadn't so much as touched another girl besides her in months, meaning the boy hadn't felt this sort of pleasure in ages. He was struggling to draw the moment out and as she begins sinking further down, taking more of him like she was fucking made to do it, he feels his composure slipping.

"Shit, you're pretty." Luke's voice wavers as he tangles his hand in her hair. "'M not gonna last with you fuckin' looking at me like that." He says lowly, over half of him in her mouth now and she showed no signs of stopping. "You're a fuckin' slut for my cock already, huh Arlo?"

Arlo takes both of them by surprise when a moan leaves her at his words, the sound causing a vibration that makes Luke's hips jerk in surprise. He's forced down her throat, her nose brushing his naval and nearly making him finish in a matter of seconds.