"I need you to show me love

'Cause I'm getting numb to the feeling, yeah

I need you to ride me harder when we fuck

'Cause I'm getting numb to the feeling, whoa"

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Arlo wasn't exactly sure how she managed to go from playing cards backstage with Michael to being fucked against the window of her ex-boyfriend's fancy high-rise, but she wasn't complaining either.

The two times she'd had Luke this way he was nothing short of gentle. It was always pretty words and interlocked fingers, innocent kisses on her neck, and gasping breaths.

This, however, was the complete opposite of gentle and Arlo wasn't sure what she liked more.

Her back is pressed against the window with New York City behind her as one of Luke's hands has her wrists pinned above her head against the glass. With his free hand, he hikes up her thigh, nearly pressing it to her chest as he drives into her over and over again.

"Fuck, Lo." Luke groans as a particularly harsh thrust elicits a broken whimper from her lips.

Her back arches off of the cool glass of the window, causing her bare chest to brush against his own in a way that ends a shiver down his spine. Luke was fucking obsessed with everything about her and the moment they were sharing.

He wished he could bottle even an ounce of the lust swirling around the room.

Arlo's head falls to rest in the crook of his neck and he releases her wrists, to which her hands instantly grasp at his back, clinging to him for dear life. Luke welcomes the sting of her nails digging into his back as Arlo's parted lips brush his collar bone, moans and pleads of his name helplessly falling from her lips.

His girl was absolutely ruined and they hadn't even really begun. Luke knew that this was still new to her and she'd most definitely be sore in the morning from the harsh nature of the snap of his hips.

But, Luke was also a cocky motherfucker, and the thought that she had faked her release when she was with him nearly drove him to insanity.

"Luke, I-" She cuts herself a with a high-pitched cry as he snaps his hips to meet hers once again, hitting a spot inside her that she didn't even know existed. Although it was challenging to get used to the feeling of him again at first, she was reveling in the way he filled her perfectly. Every single thrust of his hips felt like it might make her finish.

"Yeah?" Luke asks tauntingly, a low noise of his own leaving his lips as her legs begin to shake. "You like that, Arlo? You like feeling me so fucking deep?"

Arlo throws her head back in pleasure, her messy hair resting against the glass. Luke nearly finishes at the sight alone and the way her lips are parted, gasping breaths leaving them as her eyes scrunch up in pleasure.

Although the action was undeniably fucking hot, the way her body was connecting with the glass with every harsh thrust began to worry him. Arlo is so caught up in the moment that she doesn't even notice as Luke slides his free hand in between the glass and the back of her head.

He watches her in awe, in disbelief that his girl was actually real, for she looked far too good to be true in this moment. In fact, he gets so lost in her that he almost lets the three words he'd been pushing down for three years slip.

I love you.

Maybe it was the way she still seemed to fit around him like she was fucking made for him, or maybe it was because the way Arlo looked was so ethereal that he couldn't help but be drawn in by her beauty.

Loving her was so, so sweet and he was honored to have the privilege of having her all to himself, but loving Arlo Abbott was also incredibly dangerous. For, she didn't love in return, at least not that Luke knew of.

She was the forbidden fruit and Luke was more than willing to take a bite, even if he did end up poisoned by the despair of heartbreak again.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, just begging to grace her ears. But, the last time Luke let those words fall from his lips he was hurt in unimaginable ways.

"Goddamnit." He curses lowly, his curls damp with sweat as they fall in front of his face. The sight of her pretty eyes rolling back in her head due to the pleasure he was giving her was simply too much and Luke feared what he might say if he had to look into those lust-filled brown eyes any longer.

So, he pulls out of her, sending both of them reeling. In a split second, he spins her around until her chest is pressed flush against the glass, her hands braced on either side of her head. Luke gives her virtually no time to adjust before he's sliding into her from behind.

A gasp leaves both of their lips at the feeling and the new angle that allowed him to be that much deeper. "Fuckin' hell, Arlo." Luke curses at the sight in front of him as his hands harshly grasp at her hips, using the supple skin as leverage to thrust into her even harder.

Arlo muffles her own pleads and whimpers by turning her head to the side and pressing her lips against her outstretched arms. Luke doesn't like it, not in the slightest. So, he drives into her harder and faster, knocking the breath right out of her lungs as he gives his girl no time to recover.

Luke grits his teeth, throwing his head back so that his blonde curls fall in a golden halo around his head. Suddenly, he completely switches the pace, resorting to slow, deep thrusts that cause Arlo to bite back a scream. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, nearly drawing blood.

A strained moan leaves Luke's lips at the way she clenches around him. "Still." Thrust. "So." Thrust. "Fuckin'." Thrust. "Tight." Arlo's knees threaten to fold at the intensity of the moment, but even if they did, Luke's grip on her hips is so tight she knows for a fact she wouldn't go anywhere.

"Oh, god." Arlo gasps, her cheek connecting against the cool glass window as she focuses on the sensation to ground herself.

Luke scoffs, his stomach flexing as he holds back his release. "Not my name." He says lowly, snapping his hips harder against her own until her entire body shakes with the movement.

"I can't- Luke, I'm close." Arlo whimpers out, her legs beginning to shake.

"Say my fuckin' name again." Luke demands, his jealousy getting the best of him. She hadn't been his for three years after all and he just needed to remind both of them who was only capable of making her feel that way.

Her hands flex against the glass, the frequency of her moans and whispers increasing. "Luke!" She cries, her cheek pressing against the cool glass of the window.

She'd been on the edge for far too long and he knew that, so Luke decides to finish her off in a way he knew would have her seeing stars. He didn't care that she was about to cum already, for he had no intentions of stopping until she'd finished more times than he could count anyway.

"Fuckin' cum for me." Luke says lowly, his hand traveling around her waist to attach his fingertips to her center.

And she does, almost instantly with a cry of his name that she repeats over and over until Arlo isn't sure that his name isn't the only word in her vocabulary. As she cums, soaking him, it takes everything in Luke not to finish along with her. He wanted to, fuck, he really wanted to, but he couldn't yet.

As her legs tremble and her chest heaves, Luke wraps an arm around her waist and spins her around, supporting her against him. "Good fuckin' girl." He mutters lowly as he presses his lips to her cheeks and brushes the damp strands of hair away from her face.

That wasn't something Luke normally did during sex, but this wasn't just sex and Arlo wasn't just another girl. Truthfully, Luke had missed being able to do the little things like that, so he takes extra time in kissing her gently and making sure she's alright.

Arlo is still in a post-orgasm daze when she feels her feet leave the floor. Before she can even process what's happening, her legs are wrapped around Luke's waist as he walks through the apartment.

He opens the door to what she assumes is a bedroom, her vision still slightly hazy when her back meets an expensive feeling set of sheets that smell vaguely of his cologne. Luke slots himself in-between her legs, his strong arms supporting themselves on either side of her head as he leans down to kiss her.

Arlo kisses him back the best she can, but when his hands begin to travel, tracing up her waist and palming her breasts, her lips involuntarily part. A whimper leaves her lips at the feeling, her body on high alert and Luke's touch felt like fire.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Luke mumbles against her skin, blue eyes shining with intensity as he tears his lips away just long enough to look at her.

"Perfect." Arlo answers instantly, her body shifting under him as he continues to let his hands travel her skin.

Her back arches off of the bed, a gasp falling from her lips, as Luke's lips begin traveling down her body. He starts at the base of her neck before teasing her breasts and then down to her stomach where he drags lazy kisses from one hip bone to the other.

Luke's eyes flick up to watch her as he works his lips against her skin, a low sound of disapproval leaving his lips as she throws her head back and pinches her eyes shut. "Fuckin' watch me, Arlo." Luke demands.

She obeys instantly, her eyes flying open as Luke kisses her navel, causing a shiver to go down her spine despite the fact that her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. A whimper leaves her lips as Luke lowers his lips to hover right over where she needs him most, his breath fanning over her, only for him to pull away.

Luke marks the inside of her things teasingly, creating dark marks that he would be sure to admire in the morning. He groans at the taste of her arousal coating her thighs from where he fucked her against the window, as well as the way she was practically dripping onto his sheets.

Arlo's hair was incredibly messy, but in the sexiest way possible, for it was his hand in her hair as her lips wrapped around his cock that made it that way. Her smooth skin contrasts beautifully with the dark silk sheets and the way her swollen bottom lip practically trembles in anticipation was fucking angelic.

"Fuck, Lo." Luke says, pure disbelief in his tone as he takes in the sight of her. "You're a fuckin' mess. Who made you like this?"

Arlo practically writhes underneath him, the anticipation and the feeling of his mouth being only inches away from her center was too much. Especially when he snakes a hand up her torso, resting his large palm boldly on her breasts while the other holds her thighs apart.

"You." She answers breathlessly, causing Luke's stomach to drop in the best way. "Only you, Luke. It's always you." Arlo responds instantly, and although her words are dazed, there's so much sincerity laced in her tone that Luke's heart stutters in his chest.

"That's fuckin' right." Luke mutters under his breath, giving her one last glance before he brings his mouth to her center.

Arlo's reaction is immediate, a loud gasp leaving her lips as her thighs threaten to close together, her hand instantly reaching for his blond curls. Luke smirks against her and she can feel it, only heightening the sensation.

Luke anticipates the way her thighs begin to close, his hand that's not exploring her chest firmly keeping them spread for him. As his tongue works against her, his lips puckering and making obscene sounds as he sucks at her clit, Arlo seems to be falling apart already.

And she is.

After three years of doing nothing sexual in the slightest, Arlo had forgotten just how good his mouth was. Especially with the way he's watching her, his blue eyes gazing up at her intently from between her parted thighs and sending a shiver down her spine.

"Luke-" Arlo nearly chokes on her breath as his tongue delves into her, working unfairly with the way his nose nudges her clit to send her reeling. Combined with the way he seemed to be pulling her even closer, his strong arm wrapped around her thighs like he couldn't get close enough, Arlo felt dizzy.

Luke groans against her, utterly obsessed with the sounds leaving her lips. The sensation travels right up her spine and Luke is prepared to remove his hand from her tits and use both hands to pull her closer.

That is, until Arlo's hand that's not tangled in his curls suddenly finds his hand laying on her breasts and tangles her fingers with his own. The action was simple and probably more unconscious than anything, but it doesn't fail to make Luke's stomach flip.

And if his girl wanted to hold his hand while he ate her out, who was he to deny her of that?

"I've got you, baby." Luke pulls back just enough to say, wishing more than anything that he was close enough to kiss her properly. Having his head between her thighs was mind-fucking, but kissing her felt like heaven.

"Luke, I'm-" Arlo cuts herself off with a near scream of his name as Luke suddenly attaches his lips to her center again, only this time he isn't as languid with his motions. He finishes her off with no mercy, never slowing his movements, even when she finishes on his tongue.

The way Arlo whimpers his name when Luke continues even after she'd finished is nearly enough to make him finish himself. "Fuck, I could cum just watching you." Luke murmurs, mostly to himself, though she hears the words all the same.

Arlo squirms under his touch, the feeling of his tongue still working against her when she was at her most sensitive almost hurt but in the best way. The sensation robs her of her breath, making it impossible for her to breathe without a moan tumbling from her lips.

"I finished." Arlo cries breathlessly, a particularly loud sound leaving her lips as Luke ignores her completely. "Luke I- fuck. I finished."

Luke reluctantly untangles his hand from her own, though it's only to slip two of his fingers past her soaked entrance, eliciting a whine from his girl. "Dunno sweetheart." He mocks tauntingly, blue eyes shining with mischief. "I think you faked it."

Arlo throws her head back into the mound of pillows as Luke slowly drives his fingers in and out of her, curling his digits and hitting that spot every time. "I didn't." She whimpers. "I promise."

Luke merely smirks "'M not convinced, sorry baby." Is all he says before attaching his mouth to her center again.

He's relentless this time, no teasing or easing her into it. Luke works his tongue against her like his life fucking depends on it, or in a more realistic case, like he was trying to prove how much he loved her through his actions.

Luke doesn't stop when she screams his name so loud that he fears that someone might hear all the way in the lobby twenty-three floors below. He doesn't even slow his movements when tears begin running down her cheeks from the pure intensity of the pleasure he was giving her or when she tugs on his curls so hard that a moan leaves his lips.

He doesn't stop when she finishes on his mouth a second time.

Or the third.

Or the fourth.

Luke's on his way to working her towards her fifth orgasm just from his mouth when he finally can't take it anymore. It was fucking torture to hold himself back from his own release after watching how pretty Arlo looked when she finished on his tongue four fucking times. Luke had all but unintentionally edged himself for over an hour and as badly as he wanted to keep making her fall apart with his mouth, he was about to fucking explode.

When Luke finally tears his mouth away from her, Arlo's entire body trembles against the mattress, a whine leaving her lips at the loss of contact. Luke groans at the sight for she looked utterly ruined and he takes a moment to commit the image to his memory.

Luke makes his way up her body, his hands traveling soothingly up her skin until he braces his arms on either side of her head, his lips inches away from her own. "Can you take more, sweetheart?"

Arlo's eyes have fluttered shut in pure exhaustion, her entire body aching from the work Luke had put in. The throbbing between her thighs was so intense that a whimper fights to leave her lips, but she doesn't even care. It was more than worth it.

"Please." Her lips are pouted as she pleads with hazy eyes. "Just need you close."

"Okay, fuck. I've got you." Luke confirms, his voice barely a whisper as he takes himself in his hands. "'M not gonna last long." A strained whine leaves his lips as he drags his tip across her soaked slit, his hand fisting the sheet next to her head as he grounds himself.

A simultaneous whimper leaves both of their lips as Luke gently slides into her. Arlo's legs are already trembling again as Luke throws his head back in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck." Luke gasps as he begins thrusting in and out of her. "Fuck, you feel so goddamn good." He praises, his lips finding her own.

Arlo kisses him back the best she can as her lips fight to part, pleasure that she didn't even know existed taking over her system. Her release is building in her stomach already and Luke isn't far behind.

Luke kisses her desperately as she finishes around him with a final scream of his name, the way she clenches around him sending him right over the edge as well. Quickly, he pulls out of her and finishes on her stomach, both of their chests heaving.

"That's so fuckin' hot." Luke nearly whines as he looks at the way his release is spilled on her stomach, claiming her in the most obscene way.

Arlo lays below him with her chest heaving, her legs still trembling with the aftershocks of her several orgasms. She can't even remember what damn day it is- that's how thoroughly he'd fucked her.

"Arlo." Luke brushes her hair away from her face gently before placing a kiss to her flushed cheeks. "You okay, baby? You're not dying on me or anything, right?"

A small whimper leaves Arlo's lips, the sweet nature of his actions only increasing the throbbing in between her legs. "I think I'm seeing the light." She mumbles.

Luke rolls his eyes playfully at his girl despite the fact that her eyes are still closed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "No shit? Didn't know my co-"

Arlo's tired eyes peek open, slightly narrowed in a way that causes Luke to bite down on his bottom lip to suppress a laugh from escaping. "I wasn't going to say what you think I was." He holds his free hand that's not supporting his weight up in defense.

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Luke never knew how pretty Arlo could look with rose petals clinging to her skin.

But, as he holds his girl against his chest, steam surrounding them, he finds that the way the bubbles from the bath they sit in and the rose petals from a cheesy housewarming gift cling to her skin is ethereal enough to fall in love with her all over again.

The blonde had a moment where he considered that maybe it was the sex alone that suddenly made him admit to himself that he still loved her. But, as soon as the thought crossed his mind it was gone, for he'd been in love with Arlo for nearly four years now without waver- he was just unwilling to accept that in order to protect his own heart.