Need You 2/2
Title: Need You 2/2
Author: Amber
Summary: Quick part two to Need You. Some smut for Valentine's Day. :)
Exhausted, I close my eyes and begin to doze. The cushions are soft, and surprisingly warm. I roll over, and press against this warmth. Fingers lightly stroke my hair.
"Better?" he whispers.
"Mmm." I mumble back. My hand snakes out, finding his stomach.
That snaps me out of my stupor.
I sit up quickly, and am off the couch and across the room in an instant.
"What the fuck?" I growl. "I can't believe I fell asleep."
"It was just for a few minutes." Luke reassures me. He walks towards me, slowly.
"Come over here," he says softly. "I'm not gonna bite."
I stare at the ceiling, and roll my eyes.
"Thank you for helping me." I say gruffly. "But you don't have to -"
I notice his hands are shaking, but he's the picture of confidence.
His left hand tentatively touches my heart. I can hear it beating, restored to its normal rhythm.
My tongue feels heavy, and my eyes watch with his hand with growing fear.
"Luke," I cut in quickly. It feels so good to say his first name. I relish the feel of it on my mouth.
He steps into my personal pace. His eyes are shining.
"You really think I hate you, Reid?" he murmurs. "You drive me crazy, but really you just -" He sucks in a tight breath, and before the thought processes, I'm gently kissing his mouth.
His lips are pliant and tender. I take two quick steps closer, crushing his hand against my chest. My own hands are sure now, and grasp his ass. My fingernails dig into his pants, and I hear a low, keening moan.
His other hand digs into my hair. Through my t-shirt, his nipples grind against my chest.
I break first, releasing him with a shuddering breath.
He doesn't release my head. His tongue flicks out, moistens his lips.
"That doesn't actually work." I say confidently. "You need some chapstick."
He chuckles, and nips at my mouth for a forceful kiss.
"This from the guy who doesn't own a spacer." he teases me. His hand slips from my hair, and he begins to knead the back of my neck comfortably.
I squirm back a little, so he can free his right hand.
"I haven't had an attack in months." I say, uncomfortable. "I didn't even think to get another spacer."
"Okay." he answers. "I could see that."
His ceases his ministrations, and I grunt with pleasure.
"Feels good." I murmur.
Lazily, my fingers skate away from his cute ass, and slip underneath his shirt. I trace the kidney scar with a few fingers, before moving onto his abs.
My eyes don't leave his face.
"I should probably go," he says softly. He speaks with no conviction.
I slip my hand inside his jeans, and stroke the burgeoning erection with a teasing motion.
"Stay," I whisper. "I need you."
Luke makes a sound deep in his throat, and his hips jerk against my hand.
He's savage as he kisses me. His fingers dig into my back. He bites lightly at my lip.
"Fuck," he moans. "Oh, fuck."
His hand closes on my wrist, and he walks us back into the bedroom.
He shuts the door with his foot, and I almost lose my balance, considering my hand is still firmly on his cock.
Luke grabs me, and I fall back onto the bed. My hand falls to the side.
"No way," he says. "Get back here."
He removes his shirt, and moves so he's straddling my hips.
Luke next removes my shirt, and bends to kiss my stomach. His thumb graze my nipples, I suck in a breath.
"Luke," I hiss. "I -"
His eyes meet mine, dancing.
"I heard you the first time, Dr. Oliver." he murmurs.
Author: Amber
Summary: Quick part two to Need You. Some smut for Valentine's Day. :)
Exhausted, I close my eyes and begin to doze. The cushions are soft, and surprisingly warm. I roll over, and press against this warmth. Fingers lightly stroke my hair.
"Better?" he whispers.
"Mmm." I mumble back. My hand snakes out, finding his stomach.
That snaps me out of my stupor.
I sit up quickly, and am off the couch and across the room in an instant.
"What the fuck?" I growl. "I can't believe I fell asleep."
"It was just for a few minutes." Luke reassures me. He walks towards me, slowly.
"Come over here," he says softly. "I'm not gonna bite."
I stare at the ceiling, and roll my eyes.
"Thank you for helping me." I say gruffly. "But you don't have to -"
I notice his hands are shaking, but he's the picture of confidence.
His left hand tentatively touches my heart. I can hear it beating, restored to its normal rhythm.
My tongue feels heavy, and my eyes watch with his hand with growing fear.
"Luke," I cut in quickly. It feels so good to say his first name. I relish the feel of it on my mouth.
He steps into my personal pace. His eyes are shining.
"You really think I hate you, Reid?" he murmurs. "You drive me crazy, but really you just -" He sucks in a tight breath, and before the thought processes, I'm gently kissing his mouth.
His lips are pliant and tender. I take two quick steps closer, crushing his hand against my chest. My own hands are sure now, and grasp his ass. My fingernails dig into his pants, and I hear a low, keening moan.
His other hand digs into my hair. Through my t-shirt, his nipples grind against my chest.
I break first, releasing him with a shuddering breath.
He doesn't release my head. His tongue flicks out, moistens his lips.
"That doesn't actually work." I say confidently. "You need some chapstick."
He chuckles, and nips at my mouth for a forceful kiss.
"This from the guy who doesn't own a spacer." he teases me. His hand slips from my hair, and he begins to knead the back of my neck comfortably.
I squirm back a little, so he can free his right hand.
"I haven't had an attack in months." I say, uncomfortable. "I didn't even think to get another spacer."
"Okay." he answers. "I could see that."
His ceases his ministrations, and I grunt with pleasure.
"Feels good." I murmur.
Lazily, my fingers skate away from his cute ass, and slip underneath his shirt. I trace the kidney scar with a few fingers, before moving onto his abs.
My eyes don't leave his face.
"I should probably go," he says softly. He speaks with no conviction.
I slip my hand inside his jeans, and stroke the burgeoning erection with a teasing motion.
"Stay," I whisper. "I need you."
Luke makes a sound deep in his throat, and his hips jerk against my hand.
He's savage as he kisses me. His fingers dig into my back. He bites lightly at my lip.
"Fuck," he moans. "Oh, fuck."
His hand closes on my wrist, and he walks us back into the bedroom.
He shuts the door with his foot, and I almost lose my balance, considering my hand is still firmly on his cock.
Luke grabs me, and I fall back onto the bed. My hand falls to the side.
"No way," he says. "Get back here."
He removes his shirt, and moves so he's straddling my hips.
Luke next removes my shirt, and bends to kiss my stomach. His thumb graze my nipples, I suck in a breath.
"Luke," I hiss. "I -"
His eyes meet mine, dancing.
"I heard you the first time, Dr. Oliver." he murmurs.