𝙏𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 • 𝙇𝙍𝙃

32. lover boy

"i want you"

"then take me"  emma whispered seductively into his ear, quickly dropping the act to laugh softly instead when luke sloppily lifts her up and lays her down on the couch.

he strips emma of her pants, spreading her legs apart to give himself room between them, and closes his teeth on the hem of emma's underwear to take it off next. luke's eyes are fixated on hers, staring at her like he expects her to stop him midway, but she's already too far gone to win over curiosity and lust. emma let out another gasp of the night as she feels his lips on her thigh, slowly kissing their way up to her anticipating heat.

there's something deeply frustrating about the way luke takes his time to get there, leaving a trail of burned up skin each time he gets higher. emma's fingers are already wrapped tight in his hair when she figures it out that he does it on purpose, smug and proud, for he's well aware of his own power. luke doesn't seem to be affected by her attempts to hurry him up, not even when emma is cursing him under her breath.

"if you don't like my teasing, then why are you moaning?" these words seem to snap emma out of it, making her realize that she had been moaning all along, feeding his ego.

she stayed silent, slightly embarrassed and because he also had a very good point.

"is it because you want something else there, instead?"

yes, emma thought, fuck yes.

"all you have to do is ask, babygirl"

"please" emma whimpered, though luke shook his head.

"say it, what do you want me to do?"

"i want you to-"

emma was jolted awake by her blaring ringtone, coated in a thin layer of sweat as she sat up panting.

who the fuck is calling me at 4 in the morning?

she squinted at the caller id, her eyes needing a minute to adjust to the light.

"hello?" she mumbled into the phone.

"emma — did i wake you?"

emma was too groggy to think straight, and she hoped ashton wouldn't wake up from all the noise. "it's four in the morning here, ethan"

"i'll be quick, i promise — i'm going on a business meeting to san francisco next month and was hoping i could stay with you? it's only for two days and -"

"yeah, that's fine. i got to go" emma didn't even wait for her brother to reply before ending the call. but now that she had a moment alone with her thoughts, she really wishes she would've stayed on the phone longer.

did i just have a sex dream about luke? holy shit.

emma was frustrated (in more than one way) it was hard enough trying to steer clear of luke in the real world, now she had to worry about him popping into her dreams, too.

emma clutched her head in pain, she had yet another headache. this was a common thing ever since the accident a few days ago. the doctor told her this would be normal, so she wasn't too worried about it.

emma quietly snuck out of ashton's room, hoping to find something to cure her pounding headache. she ventured into the kitchen and turned the light on, stumbling backwards when she saw luke — standing there in all his glory, shirtless.

"o-oh, um h-hi" emma stammered out, instantly blushing at how ridiculous she sounded.

she hadn't talked to luke since he left her hospital room and this is all she could manage to say? though in emma's defense, she was having vivid images running through her mind. images of luke hovering over her as he tore her pants off and —