stars in the title means smut so
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October.
I didn't think he knew what he was doing, and neither did I.
I brought my arms up to hang loosely around his neck, hoisting myself up on the counter as he stepped closer between my legs, his hands going underneath my shirt and traced my back lightly, leaving sparks wherever he last left his touch.
I didn't know whether I wanted this, or not. My mind says one thing, but the way he's running his hands throughout my body, tells me another.
Shit.
I felt him groan against my mouth, sending small vibrations as the grip I had around him tightened, using my arms to pull the back of his neck closer to me, my legs to his bum as his body pressed against mine, the space between us completely gone yet I still tugged him forward towards me.
Luke pulled away, his lips brushing over mine and I could tell he was resisting the urge to lean in.
"You have no idea how much I want to do this."
And his words were close to almost driving me off of the edge.
Almost. That was the one, tiny reason why I didn't already fall off of the brim.
Because a part of me was telling me that it was too early, and that I wasn't ready, even if this wasn't my first time.
"I don't- I don't know." I stuttered, probably already ruining the moment, as well as deflating the 'Mount Everest' evident in his jeans.
"Like, I know this isn't my first time and it goes the same for you but- god this is awkward." I I averted my gaze to my fingers, pinching the skin with the tip of my nails. "I don't know. I mean, I feel like I want to, but something's telling me that I'm not ready."
But that wasn't true; I wanted every single bit of him, his hands leaving sparks of electricity on places he touched, the stubble on his face touching my skin whenever he'd try and whisper pointless, little nothings into my ear.
He was still positioned between my legs as Luke stared at me for a while, and his hands drop from my back to the top of my thighs, making me breathe deeply. He wasn't helping with the situation.
He didn't say anything, but only moved himself closer to lean his head on my shoulder, his hot breath hitting the pit of my neck. I suppress a groan, closing my eyes and pulling him in by the fabric of his shirt, the thin cotton tightly gripped in my hands as I pull his torso towards me.
Luke only hummed, his hands rising up and down the surface of my legs, his head still near my neck, "Let's just talk, then."
Talk. Okay, Luke. Let's just talk like this, in this position, where my jeans practically have a glass of water spilled in them, while your jeans could be mistaken by another mountain that people would want to climb.
That person being me, of course. Wait, October, what the hell are you saying?
"O-okay," I muttered, as my hands found his hair, my fingers combing through the soft strands. "U-uhm, I really like the wall. What gave you the idea to tell me that way?"
"It was Ashton who came up with it," he responded simply, not even paying attention to the conversation as he nuzzled his nose against my sensitive skin. "You smell really nice. Either like fresh fruit, or coconuts."
