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Gotta Get Out

»Luke«

(❗Warning, terribly written smut in this chapter❗)

"Even when we try to say goodbye, you could cut the tension with a knife in here."

"Luke?" She was moving towards me now. I felt weak in my knees as she came closer. In those concerned hazel eyes of hers I could see Michael's eyes instead. I desperately wished for it to be him, for him to look at me the way Ashlee was now.

I shook my thoughts away, closing my eyes. No, I resfuse to think that way. Michael had hurt me a lot, he'd broken my heart time and time again, whether he was aware of it or not. I loved Michael, I just want him to feel the pain that I had when he left me. Maybe then he would understand.

My only chance of this was standing in front of me. I opened my eyes to find she was closer than before. I immediately attached my lips to hers. My left hand went to her hip and my right went to her neck. I pulled her close to my body, she resisted me, slamming her hands against my chest.

I thought of something that would calm her, it worked on Michael, always. I pulled my lips from hers - keeping her in a tight grasp I began to pepper kisses over her neck. I held her hair away from the soft skin there as I searched for her sweet spot.

I got to the base of her neck before she relaxed in my grasp. I smirked against her skin as I'd found the spot. I sucked and nipped at the spot, wanting to make my mark on her. I wanted Michael to see it, I wanted him to know what I did to her.

My hand moved from her hip around to her ass, I gave it a small squeeze, telling her to jump. As my lips worked magic on her her neck she obliged; wrapping her legs tight around my torso. I walked over to bed, dropping her to it before pulling my shirt over my head. I could see her indecisive eyes graze over my torso. I didn't want to give her time to think over her decisions so I jumped on top of her.

I caged Ashlee to the bed, I couldn't help my hands from running over the framework of her body. I reached the hem of her...Michael's shirt. I moved my lips down to place small kisses between her breasts. As I did I breathed in the fabric of his shirt.

I forgot how intoxicated I got from his scent. His soft wood smell from his cologne and that smoke he could never wash out of his clothes. I had memories of us sitting in my room, sharing a joint between our kisses. I ripped the thoughts from my mind as I pulled the shirt from her body. I threw it carelessly to the ground as I had one true goal in mind.

I felt her shiver underneath me as my hands cupped her breasts through her bra. I rubbed my lower half against hers, trying to ignore the fact that she was wearing Michael's jeans.

"Babe, I bet he can't make you feel as good as I do." I heard her breath hitch and then I knew I was saying the right words.

"L-Lukey," she whined as I stopped my hip movements. She hooked her slender fingers into my belt loops either side of my jeans.

I placed my lips down onto hers, making sure to be a little harder than usual, I poured all my lust into it. All my lust for her body and my lust to see Michael's heart break.

I parted her lips with my tongue - forcing her mouth open. My tongue connected with hers in fight for dominance, Michael usually gave up quite quickly and submitted to me but Ashlee. . . I admired her, she kept up a fight all until I bit down on her lip.

I pulled away from her, slowly and seductively pulling on her lip as I did. As I kissed down her chest I fumbled with her bra strap. I got a little frustrated with it but I put my anger into kisses, leaving a trail of purple marks. She let out a little giggle as I managed to free the blasted thing from her body.