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After They've Gone

So. This is my third iteration of the line "Stop running! I know I'm not the only one who feels this." This one is very much smut. So, you've been warned.

1,666 words 😈 Garvez

Luke groaned, "Penelope, stop running!” He had his arm firmly around her waist pinning her to him. He took her hand in his guiding it between them "I know I'm not the only one who feels this!”

Her eyes widened, she never thought he’d call attention to it. Him. His…The involuntary reaction between them.

It started out like any other group hangout, just a few drinks, games, stories. As the night went on, naturally, people left. But Luke stayed, firmly planted on her plum couch. She’d come over to him flopping on the cushion, body landing closer than intended, her bare thigh sliding down and cramming next to his denim one. Turning she poked at his ribs “What are you still doing here Newbie?” He reflexively twitched at the contact.

Dopey smile spread lazily across his face, “Seeing how long I can annoy you before you kick me out.”

Her eyes lit up “In that case,” she leaned away grabbing at his hands trying to pull him up. Luke, easily resisting her, grinned at the new game, he twisted out of her grip and grabbed at her waist tickling her. She jerked and flailed, head thrown back and forward, loud laughs and protests pouring from her lips.

She fell more towards him and he wrapped his arms around her pulling her in close. Fixed on those lips, that happy mouth, his name coming out of it. Not Newbie, not Alvez, Luke. He felt the sun’s gravitational pull in that call and a hand slid up her back to catch her neck, pulling up to meet those lips. He watched her, so happy, and crushed his mouth to hers wanting to share that joy. Needing to feel it against him.

She gasped in surprise. Crud. What was he doing? And oh god, this feels nice, running through her head, her hips riding against him involuntarily. But he had to be drunk. They would both regret this, he didn’t have feelings for her and it would just be awkward as a drinks-induced one night stand.

His hand had moved to her hips guiding her against him, his kisses becoming more heated. God, yes. Finally. Finally this was happening. Finally a plan had worked. He moaned into her as she slid across the fly over his erection.

She pulled back, “Oh my god. Oh. I’m so sorry.” she was untangling herself trying to free herself from his grip.

Luke groaned at the loss of her lips on his, the loss of her weighty chest against him. "Penelope, stop. Stop running!” He had his arm firmly around her waist pinning her to him. He took her hand in his guiding it between them "I know I'm not the only one who feels this.”

Her eyes widened. She was out of breath, totally sucked in but trying to compose herself. “Luke. Agent Alvez.” she brushed the hair from her eyes and he smiled at how flustered she was. He pulled her closer. Her hand not on his hardened self shot to his chest in an attempt to keep their distance. Her heart was racing, she squirmed in his hold. “Luke. We can’t. I can’t. We both know how this goes in the morning. We both know this is...impulse.”

He was watching her, watching the emotions flick across her face, ones he was sure she didn’t know she was showing. He closed his eyes, head falling softly to the throw pillow behind him, but not letting go. “Penelope. This may be impulsive, but it’s something i’ve wanted since that first conversation in the elevator.”

He opened his eyes, hands roaming up and down her sides, thumbs trailing, molten heat staring back at her. “There’s nothing I’ve wanted more. And tomorrow I’d like to buy you dinner. But tonight. Tonight I want you." His hands moving back to her hips gripping them firmly, “And I want me.” He dragged her across him again, her mouth dropping open at the friction. “And I want us.” He sat up, a hand moving to tangle in her hair, he was towering over her, voice dark, gravel. “And I definitely want this. Do you?“

Suddenly, forming words was the most difficult thing in the world. Air escaped her mouth as she nodded her consent. Slowly he pulled her into a kiss, long, sensual, guiding her back as they went. His hand moved up her thigh, leg wrapping around his, hips pulling tortiously on hers. She keened and sighed, breath becoming short. His hand snaked between her and the sofa, unzipping her dress and moving it off her arms, exposing her breasts. Her leg tightened around him, grinding herself hard against him, arching up. Flesh thrust in his face, he took hold descending on her, lips sucking, tongue laving, teeth grazing the tender, hot skin. She was seeking friction, hard and fast, but he wanted more. He bucked himself up, holding himself away, hand plunging between her legs, roughly pulling off the lace there. A needy sound of objection left her as she thrust up trying to meet him. His thumb stroked her jaw “There’s no rush, Chica.” His hand palmed her, calloused pad of his thumb teasing circles over her clit, fingers rubbing between lips until she sounded at her breaking. He pushed two dexterous fingers in, thumb falling harshly down as he worked her slick and wet, digits flexing and spreading, pumping and pulling, Penelope moving erratically against him, coming hard and sudden. His mouth capturing a startled gasp, fingers working her through it until she slowed to a stop, both panting.

Her hands stroked the muscled lines of his back, somehow they were both still mostly clothed and yet that was one of the best orgasms of her life. She bit at his neck, and squirmed under him still feeling him hard against her. “Penelope, I don’t think…I don’t have anything.” Her hands were drifting up and under his shirt, kneading and pulling as she slowly built herself up again moving against him. “I do” She mumbled into his warm skin. He leaned back, freeing her.

While she was retrieving protection he went to the kitchen getting them each a drink. She found him at the sink and wrapped her arms around him, body flush, she’d removed her dress. Hands feeling the hard pecs beneath his shirt. She buried her face into his back, condoms tossed on the counter in front of them as she worked at the buttons on his chest. He laughed pulling the shirt off and turned himself to face her, capturing her lips then quickly trailing down her neck, across her collar, and to her breasts. “No fair undressing yourself.” His hands brushed the lace, nipples peaking through the fabric, she gripped his hair holding him to her as his mouth cascaded warm and damp around her, letting out a cry. He spun them abruptly, confining her to the pantry door, back slamming, ass bare against the wood, body lifting suddenly, arms scooping legs up and hands working under her quickly at his jeans. His hand scrambling blindly against the counter.

Penelope let out a breathy, dark chuckle sucking at the spot below his ear “What’s the rush?" she mocked.

Luke growled, hand finding the reward he’d been searching for, jeans falling to the floor. He stepped out, swinging her to the counter pulling away to push down his briefs and roll on the condom. She stopped him momentarily to touch and stroke him, eyes connecting, feeling him firm and thicken in her grip as he sighed and dipped. Penelope raked her fingers gently down his chest admiring all that was miraculously hers.

Ready, he scooped her up once again. “Not the kitchen” she quietly directed. Luke pressed her between himself and cupboard once more, biting into her neck, grinding into her, “But what if i want you right now?” firm ridge of his cock rubbing. She whined, conflicted, and hated that she sounded so needy. He laughed softly as he sucked kisses along her throat “Bed or couch, Chica?”

“You could do me on the floor for all I care, just not the kitchen.” Luke pulled away to look at her, eyebrows raised and scoffed in amusement. Then, leaning in for another kiss, voice like molasses, “Bed it is.”

And god, she felt amazing around him. She was tight, and wet, and soft, and hot, and she kept making these fucking noises. She was running her hands all over him, pulling him into her further, flexing around him, legs, thighs, hips, walls. Every part of her welcoming him in, guiding him. Her voice calling airy under him, encouraging him, stroking him, filling him with pride for her. “Yes” and “Oh my god” singing through the room.

She stilled at the way he filled her, full and firm, stretching just on the edge of pleasant. And when he started moving it was like nothing she’d felt before, everything touching at once, coming together and coming apart. Hitting nerves and tingling and tickling making her jump and grind to meet him chasing an edge that felt particularly good. His attentiveness to her reactions, his reverence for her body, carefully stroking and lovingly lapping, drawing out sounds of pleasure as he explored every inch of her with hands, mouth, and cock.

She was on the edge, he could feel her tightening, fluttering around him. He thrust again and again and again, pounding into her picking up speed and depth, hitting further back with each thrust. She was coming undone, hands flexing, everything flexing, fluttering, voice high and pleading, body arching, she could feel him slick with sweat above her, his chest against hers all of him against her, his hand flying between them and pressing and her legs slammed around his, thrusting up she screamed out her release as he flooded his, pumping until he was empty, a grunting cry collapsing around her.

He rolled next to her, pulling her close and kissed her cheek. “Don’t run. Please."

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