Take Over Me

3. Pure Pleasure

You follow behind Spencer, feeling irreparably flustered after that kiss. He leads the way to his car.

"Where are we going?" you ask as you get into the passenger seat, hoping he has the same idea to go to his apartment. To have his way with you because all you think about is how good he looks right now. And after that kiss, your feelings are even more intensified.

"My apartment. Fuck, Y/N, you look so good right now." Spencer places his hand on your inner thigh. Good to know the feeling is mutual...

You start to feel yourself grow hot already, just from his grip on your thigh. His thumb rubs back and forth on the bare, exposed skin below your dress. Something about the way he talks, looks, practically everything about him makes you so turned on. You've never been more entranced in a guy like this before.

Spencer moves his hand higher, trailing his fingers closer to your eager spot. He approaches it and runs his finger over your clothed clit. You let out soft moans as he moves his thumb against it the same way he just did to your thigh. You look over to him: his eyes on the road and his other hand gripping the steering wheel. And then, with eager curiosity, your eyes fall to his pants, seeing him grow harder from the noises you make. The noises he's causing from his slow, erotic touch.

Before you know it, you two are at his apartment. As he puts the car in park, you nearly jump out, longing to get inside.

You follow him up the steps and to his door with barely a word, standing there and watching his hands as he unlocks it. He really does have nice hands, which makes your mind wander farther down the bottomless hole of lust: thinking about what he could do to you with them...

As Spencer shuts his front door, he pushes you against it and kisses you, but not like back at the bar. Rougher now, now that he can do whatever he wants to you without anyone watching. His lips roughly crash against your own, his body grinding against yours. You can feel him, rock hard, pressing against your thigh. Fuck, it drives you crazy, he drives you crazy, in the best way possible.

Just as keen as you to get what you both desire, he picks you up, his hands now gripping your ass as he carries you to the bedroom.

Your lips still connected, you don't even realize you're in his room until he lets go, dropping you onto his bed. He hovers over top of you, just staring, basking in the idea of what he can do to you—and how he actually can, how he doesn't have to just imagine.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Y/N, just the thought of you under this dress...Fuck, it's making me so hard right now." His eyes are filled with desire, asking permission to see and do what he wants.

You let out a breath. "Why don't you see for yourself then?"

As you give him permission, his eyes fill with a darker desire than before. What you would give to know what he's thinking about right now. To take a look inside his mind.

"What do you want to do to me?" you ask, begging him to grant you the satisfaction of knowing.

"Hmm." His tongue returns to his lip as he leans closer to you. "Well, I want to fuck you so hard, your body will be trembling around my cock. And then..." he whispers to you. As he takes your mouth in his, you savor the taste.

Spencer releases your mouth with a groan. "Well, I'll just show you the rest."

His words make your body long for friction even more. More than you believed was possible, but, here you are. Spencer slides his hands behind you, so you arch your back up, granting him access to the zipper of your dress.

"I can't wait," you say as he slides the zipper down, allowing the dress to fall off your shoulders. He completely pulls it off and tosses it aside, quick to reveal your lacy set.