A/N: Hey guys! So my computer was messed up and not working for a while. Therefore, I had to buy a new one! So now I can get back to writing and updating for yall! Sorry about the long wait!

Thank you Morgan for everything!

LPOV

Damn, this is the life. I'm lying on my bed with Brooke Davis grinding on my cock. I love it. If only she didn't have any clothes on. I laid my head back down on my pillow as her mouth attacked my earlobe. I'm pretty sure I let out a moan.

"You like that Luke?" Brooke whispered before kissing my neck.

"Yeah…"I mumbled, "Shit, hang on, I gotta pee!"

I gently pushed her off me and slowly stood up from the bed. This is gonna fucking hurt. Pissing with a raging hard on hurts like a bitch.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Great way to ruin the mood!" Brooke laughed as she laid on her back on my bed as I waddled into my bathroom.

Yeah, that piss hurt like a motherfucker. Just as I was flushing the toilet Brooke slammed the door open and threw my cell phone at me. It hit me in the chest and fell to the ground.

"What the fuck was that for?" I snapped, reaching down to grab it.

"You asshole! Is fucking all you can really think of?" she shouted at me, walking up and smacking me in the chest.

"What?" I asked before looking at my phone. Oh, fuck.

There in bold black letters was a text message from Bevin.

Hey Lukey Baby, where r u? Thought u wanted to fuck today. Good way to start ur week!

"Seriously? You're pissed about this? So we used to fuck every Sunday, we don't anymore. She still texts me every Sunday anyways. Chill the fuck out!" I told Brooke, trying to brush past her but she stood her ground, not letting me by.

"No, fuck you Luke. If that's all you can fucking think about, then here, take it!" she said with anger dripping from her words. The next thing I knew, Brooke had shed her sports bra and boy shorts, standing in front of me completely naked.

"Brooke, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked, picking up her clothes.

"Giving you what you want."

"Brooke, don't be stupid. Put your clothes back on," I muttered, handing them to her. She grabbed them from my hands and threw them back to the floor.

"No, come on Luke, this is what you wanted isn't it? So take it. Fuck me Lucas Scott!" she growled, stepping forward and taking my bottom lip in-between hers.

Okay now I'm having issues. A part of me thinks I should stop this. This isn't the only thing I want from her and I know it. But there's another part of me, the asshole with a dick for brains that really needs to do this. I haven't had sex in God knows how long!

Oh fuck it, she's practically begging for it!

I leaned down and kissed her hard, one hand going around her back, the other tugging my shorts down. Brooke responded by sliding up onto the bathroom counter behind her, her ass on the edge. With my shorts around my ankles, I push into her in one hard thrust. Brooke lets out a strangled moan, a mix of pleasure and pain. She locks her arms around my shoulders, her nails digging into the top of my back.

I slam into her over and over, loving the feeling of being inside her, not at all caring about anything else. The feeling of her walls around my dick is like nothing I've ever felt before. I'm gonna come soon.

I'm so involved in my pleasure that I don't even notice for a few minutes that Brooke has her chin on my shoulder and hasn't made a sound since we started.

A few minutes later I finally feel the beginnings of my release. I dig my fingers into her hips as I thrust in and out a few more times, resting my head on her shoulder.

"Fuck," I whispered against her skin as I slowly pulled out. I stepped back and reached down to pull my shorts back up as Brooke very slowly slid off the bathroom counter.

"Brooke," I mumbled as she put her sports bra back on and stepped into her boy shorts. She didn't even look p at me as she walked back into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of my basketball shorts and a t-shirt from my closet, throwing them on and heading for the balcony.

"Brooke, wait," I said loudly, walking over to her. She stopped with her hand on the doorknob and turned to look at me, shaking her head slowly.

"You should be ashamed of yourself you son of a bitch," she whispered angrily before climbing over the railing and down the lattice, jogging over to her house once she reached the ground.