Always || L.H.

Chapter 6

Fair warning: there is smut in this chapter (honestly the entire chapter is basically smut lol not sorry) and I just wanted to let you know before you continued.
Anyways, carry on.

I made my way back to the bus after having an exhausting fight with a crazy ex. I had told her that Luke didn't want to see her and that he left. I made her think I didn't want to give up where he went, but after a little coaxing I told her he had run up to the roof.
I grabbed the closet book to be and draped a blanket over my legs, relaxing on the couch for awhile.
I was half asleep when Michael and Luke walked in.
"Hey kate," Michael said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking away.
"Hey," I mumbled.
Luke looked a bit sheepish as he walked over to me.
"Hey kate, listen... About what happened before..." He said.
I lurched forward and put my hand over his mouth, motioning with my other hand to be quiet.
"Shut up. We can't say anything here," I explained quickly, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bus.
We began a slow walk away from the bus, and Luke looked a bit scared and confused.
"I'm sorry," I began, "it's just that I shouldn't have kissed you. It was inappropriate and I shouldn't have done it. I can't have people finding out, Ya know? It was my bad," I finished, trying to convey how much of a mistake it was.
"Yeah, yeah I understand, we wouldn't want people to think either of us have a preference. It was just a stupid kiss anyways, it didn't mean anything," Luke said, scoffing.
"Yeah exactly!"
"It wasn't really that great anyways, right?" Luke laughed, seeming to try and lighten the mood. I could see his eyes trying to sort through my own; trying to find out how I really felt.
The truth was, the kiss was actually great. It felt like pin pricks on my lips and fireworks behind my eyes. And when his hands were on my waist I almost lost it. But I couldn't tell him that; if he knew it might change out whole dynamic as coworkers.
"Yeah it wasn't really special or anything... Just a kiss," I mumbled.
We had made it into the building, passing down empty halls, filled with janitor closets and dressing rooms.
"Do you really think that?" He asked, staring at me.
My breath caught and I panicked, pushing a dressing room door open. If he kept talking to me like that, and batting those stupid blue eyes I would have to kiss him again just to shut him up.
"Where are you going?" He asked, following me in.
"I don't know... Just to, Ya know, look at the room," I stammered.
His eyebrow lifted and he closed the door behind him.
Jesus.
Was it my imagination or was the room getting warm?
"Wh- why did you close the door?" I asked, becoming more nervous (and a little turned on) by the second.
"I thought you wanted privacy to talk?" He asked, stepping closer to me.
My head reeled and the effects of the alcohol were very prevalent now. I could smell the faint scent of alcohol on him too and I realized that I probably wasn't the only one who was being swayed by the destructive effects of beer.
"I wanted to talk, and we talked. We worked it out. No more talk of kissing," I said quietly as he reached out, pushing my hair behind my ear.
Shit.
Okay I wasn't just a little turned on, I was really turned on. And the way Luke was looking at me, like an estranged lion looking at his next meal, wasn't helping me gain control over my hormones.
Luke moved his hand to cup my cheek, and an image of Luke shoving me against a wall and having his way with me flashed across my mind and I had to physically shake it out. This caused Luke to cock his head to the side.
"What?" He asked.
"We shouldn't be doing this," I said as he stepped flush against me.
"It's wrong, we work together," I breathed out, my words shuttering as he placed his lips to my neck.
"Mmhmm," I heard, well mostly felt, him hum against my neck. His lips moved slowly up and down, kissing my jaw and my collarbone, making me push closer to him. The desire for him became more intense and I felt myself grab at the small hairs behind his neck.
His breathing quickened and his lips finally met mine.
The fireworks erupted again and we both let ourselves go.
Luke ran his hands up my back, leaving red marks as he scraped down it. I grabbed his hair and pulled him as close as I could, his hands rubbing over my ass, touching everything he could.
"The dresser," I breathed out, my heart beating out of my chest.
He nodded and I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist, kissing his neck as he carried me to the small dresser against the wall.
He set me down and immediately pulled the edges of my shirt, yanking it off, followed by his own.
I unclasped my bra and threw it to the side of the room. Luke kissed my neck again and moved his large hands to cup my breasts. I let out a shuttering breath as he started to kiss my chest and nip at my breasts.
"God," an involuntary moan escaped my mouth. I could feel Luke's smile against my bare flesh and I laughed.
His hands were moving over my underwear and I could've came just like that, with the way he was touching me. Electricity echoing up and down my body. His middle finger moved against one specific part of my undies and I almost lost it.
I lurched forward and clasped his jeans, pulling them down quickly; I removed my underwear just as fast, not bothering to take off my skirt.
Luke removed his jeans quickly and left his boxers on, kneeling in front of my legs.
His eyes met mine and he leaned forward, kissing my thighs lightly, moving slowly closer to my opening. I hissed as he came right next to it, my hands gripping the edge of the counter for support.
His lips leaned forward and gave a light kiss, and my legs tensed up; a loud moan escaping my mouth.
Luke went to work, with long strokes and skilled sucking. My thighs went numb and I started yelling, almost screaming his name. He had to stop to tell me to be quiet, scared someone would hear us.
My peak was approaching and I reached up, grabbing Luke's hair and pulling, my hips thrusting with his movements.
His fingers were stroking circles in my inner thighs and right before I came apart beneath him I felt his lips leave me.
I whimpered pathetically and Luke laughed, pulling his pants down and discarding his boxers to the side with his jeans.
"Ready," he whispered.
"Literally just fuck me," I panted, pulling him towards me with my legs.
"Gladly,"
I felt him slowly go in and I let out a low moan, Luke's own moans joining mine.
He gave me a few seconds to adjust then he began to move his hips in a slow pace, grabbing my ass and moving me against him.
I buried my face in his shoulder, biting occasionally.
"Jesus, Luke you can speed up, I said fuck me not take me to church," I panted.
Luke locked eyes with me, growling at the look in my eyes.
His pace got faster, and rougher and I couldn't remember the last time somebody fucked me like this.
His movements precise and measured, knowing exactly what I liked, his thrusts pounding into me quickly and fully.
I was quickly coming apart again and I was screaming his name into his shoulder as he moved fast against my flesh, making me see stars. His hand moved down to my clit, rubbing quickly.
I screamed a primal groan and felt myself come around him. With one last thrust I felt him come too, his breathy moans right next to my ear, and we remained together until we were both done.
He pulled out of me, leaning forward to kiss me tenderly before grabbing my waist and hoisting me off the counter.
I kissed him quickly as he set me down and went to grab my underwear. They were soiled so I just crumpled them up in my fist and threw them in the nearest trashcan.
As I turned around I felt hands grab my waist. I grinned and looked at Luke, his eyes smiling alone with his grin.
"That was amazing, kate," he said, kissing the side of my mouth, then taking my hand in his own and leading me out.
"Where are we going?" I asked, giggling and stumbling a bit. I didn't want to admit it but the alcohol was still churning in my veins.
"Back to the bus... I want to show you something," he said, lacing his fingers through my own.
We stumbled through the bus courtyard and back onto our bus.
All the lights were off and we snuck as quietly as we could to Luke's bottom bunk.
Mew both climbed in and got under the covers. It was a tight squeeze but we were already latching onto each other.
My alcohol ridden brain was swaying back and forth, begging for sleep as I watched Luke pull out a pair of headphones.
He handed me and earbud and put the other in his own ear, turning on a slow All Time Low song I loved.
And we drifted to sleep like that, Luke forgetting what he had wanted to show me, and me, forgetting that I shouldn't have done this with Luke, that tomorrow morning would be hell.