Aubrey’s eyes fluttered closed as Lukas moved down to lap at her cunt, rolling her hips to show him just how much she was enjoying it. That they were in public didn’t bother her at all, nobody actually came to the library for books anymore, so the likelihood of them being caught by a librarian was pretty slim. What Aubrey didn’t realize was that the girl who had been sitting next to Lukas had followed them and was watching through the shelves as Lukas continued to go down on her. Aubrey opened her eyes and looked down, tangling her hands in her boyfriend’s messy hair and pulling him closer as his tongue teased her barbell. ”You know… Dylan might get mad if he finds out you tried to claim me,” she said, knowing EXACTLY what she was doing and exactly how her words would affect Lukas. She wanted it.
Both of them seem oblivious to their spy as Lukas continues to lap at her cunt, not bothering to worry about keeping his motions quiet, lifting her leg up so he can drape her thigh over his shoulder - opening her up further to the onslaught of his mouth. Her words, however, end up pulling at something deep inside of him and he growls against her soaked cunt. Seconds later, he’s standing, dropping his own pants and spinning her back around to face the shelving unit. With his cock free, he brushes his length against the gorgeous curve of her ass while his hand tangles in her hair and he pushes her thighs apart in order to align his length with her soaked entrance. “Let him, because you’re mine, Aubrey, fuck what anyone else says. I might share you, but you’re fucking mine.” He growls possessively in her ear before thrusting to the hilt inside of her tight heat, his free hand lifting to curve around one of her breasts through her shirt, pinching roughly at her beautiful nipples.
She really shouldn’t love how possessive Lukas was of her get her going as much as it did, but since they’d brought Dylan into the relationship, she couldn’t deny that she loved seeing the boys get growly over her. Of course that usually ends up with them fucking each other, but sometimes it resulted in moments like this, where Lukas made it clear that he wanted HER. Aubrey gasped as he marked her, and as he came up for air a moment later, turned so she could face him and lifted his sunglasses off his eyes. They were bloodshot and he was obviously high right now, but Aubrey didn’t care. Pulling him closer, she kissed him soundly and lifted one of her legs to wrap around him, resting against the stacks for balance.
No more words are needed as she spins around to face him after he’s left his mark on her. She’s beautiful; all flushed and needy for him when she hooks her leg around his waist. Lukas grins against her lips and only kisses her for another moment before he moves to his knees in front of her. Latching onto her yoga pants, he pulls them down over her hips and is thankful to find her lack of panties, baring her to his hungry gaze. He doesn’t waste any time then, not caring if anyone could round the stacks and find him like this, because his mouth is on her bare slit moments later - devouring her heat and her arousal as though he hadn’t eaten in days.
She gasped as he pinned her between himself and the shelving unit in front of her. Once she’d realized Lukas was high, she’d realized he’d probably sought her out for something like this, but there was a difference between hypothesizing and actually having events play out like a porn fantasy. ”This morning wasn’t enough for you?” she asked, her own voice low even though she was slightly more worried about being late for dinner with his moms. She was paranoid about them liking her and constantly wanted to make a good impression. ”Baby… shouldn’t we be getting to your moms house?” she asked him, though her hand had dropped to cover his around her waist so she could hold it there.
He hums against her neck and tears his glasses from his face only to drop them on her bag beside them. “No amount of time is ever enough. I pretty much could live buried between your thighs, baby,” Lukas murmurs against her ear, breathing in deeply to inhale her scent into his lungs. He chuckles when she mentions being late for dinner, however, and shakes his head. “I was only offering an excuse to get you outta there. There’s no dinner. I’m just greedy and want you to myself before I have to take you home and share you,” he admits, his lips falling to the side of her neck, brushing over her there only to nip at her warm skin - sucking hard enough to leave his mark on her there.
"Five minutes babe," Aubrey muttered as she worked on copying notes out of one girl’s notebook so she would have what she needed to write her part of the paper by Tuesday. The other girls were still focusing on Lukas, two of them discussing the whole sunglasses thing and loudly debating whether or not he was on drugs. Aubrey looked up at them and rolled her eyes. "Seriously, what are you guys, twelve?" she asked, then started copying faster, now wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, as she could hear the girls talking about verbal abuse and didn’t even want to think about who that comment was about.
At this point, Lukas has moved away from the table and is making his way through the stacks. Honestly, he has no idea where he’s going or what he’s looking for, but he knows Aubrey will follow him once she’s done with her study group ordeal. So, he’s not surprised when he hears her voice several minutes later - probably closer to ten. He doesn’t answer her right away, but waits for her to get closer to him before he slides up behind her, slides one of his long arms around her waist and pins her against one of the shelving units. “I’ve been dying to taste you all day, you know that?” He whispers in her ear, his front flush to her back, her bags having dropped onto the floor with his surprising movements.
Lukas was more of a distraction than she’d originally thought he would be and that was starting to become a problem. She couldn’t focus on the theory they were working on while his hand was on her thigh and all she could think about was the way his fingers felt through the yoga pants she wore. She tried to ignore it, but after a couple minutes she placed her hand on top of his, stilling his fingers and leaning over to whisper into his ear. ”Stop… you’re getting me too riled up to focus and I want to get out of here,” she told him softly enough that none of the other girls would get offended. It was when she was sitting up, however, that she noticed the girl next to him caressing his calf with her bare foot. Gross. Aubrey gave Lukas a pointed look and gestured to his leg, then turned her back to him, clearly not amused by the fact that he hadn’t stopped her.
Honestly? Lukas had maybe thought it’d been Aubrey’s foot on his calf only encouraging his actions. He was far too out of it to notice anyone else was trying to hit on him at this point as he’d enjoy nothing more than laying Aubrey out on the table in front of him and burying his face between her thighs. Another roll of his eyes and Lukas stands from the chair. “Look, you guys done here, because I really need to steal Aubrey away from you.”
Her face flushed as he called himself Lukey bear. She called him that, of course, but usually they were in the bedroom when that was happening, and now she was getting giggled at by the girls she was working with. ”Babe you didn’t have to come all the way down here… I think we probably have another fifteen or twenty before I can get out of here… is that too long?” she asked, slightly worried because she didn’t want to keep his moms waiting, even though she’d had no idea at all that they were having dinner there. Moving her hand to his leg, she turns back to her group. ”Sorry about that…this is Lukas, he just wanted to pick me up and is a little early,” she said with a soft chuckle, then introduced him to the four girls around them.
Lukas smiles widely at her; he thinks she’s beautiful when she blushes like that, but he keeps this comment to himself for now. “Nope, s’all good. I’ll just sit here and watch,” he points out and stands long enough to move his chair close enough to her own so that when he sits back down, his arm brushes against hers. He’s wearing a light sweatshirt with a hood since the weather is crisp and cool without the impending doom of snow just yet. His hand falls to the top of her thigh, his long fingers curling around the supple surface. Leaning his head back, he sinks low enough in his chair so his hand is resting comfortably in her lap, fingers brushing up and down the inside of her thigh and not making another sound - though he’s sure he feels one of the other girl’s feet sliding up his calf.
Group projects were the worst. It wasn’t just that they had to count on people they didn’t even know to pull their own weight, it was the extra time that needed to be put into things that pissed Aubrey off. She should have been home three hours ago, but now she was holed up in a library with a bunch of girls she didn’t know and didn’t really like, trying to be nice and cooperative in order to get their work done.
The scent of weed hit her before she even heard Lukas’ voice, and while she loved her boyfriend more than she’d ever thought she would, he was obviously fucked up and that wasn’t a stress she really needed right now. Still, when she turned to face him she had a soft smile on her face. ”Hey there Corey Hart,” she teased him, because of the sunglasses. Maybe it wasn’t quite night yet, but they were definitely indoors and he looked a bit odd, albeit incredibly handsome. The girls in her group looked confused, but at least two of them were adjusting their boobs to show a little more and batting their eyelashes at Lukas. ”What are you doing here?”
"No, sweetheart, you got me confused. It’s your boyfriend, Lukey bear," he bats his lashes at her, though she’s unable to see them as they’re hidden behind his sunglasses. Another grin on his lips as he props his elbow up on the arm of the chair he’s thrown himself into, his chin falling to rest in the palm of his hand. "Are you almost done? Mom’s wants you to come over for dinner and it’ll be on the table in thirty." He inquires, not caring about those adjusting their boobs. Even high, Lukas only wants inside of Aubrey because no one else will ever feel as incredible as his girlfriend. He’s sure of it.
There’s a good chance he should have told his Mom’s he’d dropped out a little over a month ago, except he’d kept this secret to himself, even from his girlfriend and pseudo boyfriend, if that’s really what he could call Dylan to begin with. Instead of telling anyone, he simply went through his every day motions and in lieu of going to class? He found a dark corner to get high in. Typically, he was over his high by the time class was supposed to be over and he could act like a normal-ish human being. Today was not the case, however, because he barreled into the library, stumbling over his own incredibly large feet and in the direction he knew Aubrey was in because she had one of her study groups today. He was high as fuck, sunglasses over his eyes, a stupid grin on his face. “Schnookums!” He called only to be quickly shushed by the librarian and a few other students - who he proceeded to flip off before he found Aubrey’s table and dropped himself down into the empty chair beside her - waving causally toward the group around her. “Sup?”
When she stood up she wobbled, but Lukas was right there to hold her and support her as she opened her eyes and saw where they were. She grinned. ”Seriously?” she said excitedly, having mentioned something about ice skating when they’d gone to see the Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Center last December. ”You did all this for me,” she said, but it was more under her breath than out loud, but just looking at her, anybody would be able to tell how happy she was about this. ”You’re going to have to help me, you know? I don’t want to spend the next two hours on my ass, she warned, then held her hand out so he could lead her. She was nervous, but she was more excited than anything else. He was SO getting laid for this.
There’s no better image than her eyes lighting up as she takes in what’s before her. “I did. You deserve a night off from everything and this seemed like the best way to do that,” he answered her, stepping back on easy footsteps - having eerie amazing balance on his own skates. “I’ll help you. I won’t even let you go unless you want me to,” he steps back and pulls her with him gently. Stepping onto the ice with ease, he finds his own balance before he encourages her to step forward with him. “Come on, baby. I got you.”
The thing is, Aubrey had never been to an ice skating rink before. They had them in Vegas, sure, but they’d never been able to afford to do things like that. She’d gone to a roller skating birthday party once when she was eight and hung onto Dylan the entire time, but she’d never skated on ice before. ”Is it bad that I have no idea at all? And why are you changing my shoes?” she asked, lifting the foot he’d just secured into a skate and coming dangerously close to slicing Lukas’ face. ”It’s heavy,” she remarked, her eyes closed still as she moved her hands to the pocket of the hoodie she wore.
He’s actually thankful she hasn’t been able to guess yet, so when she asks why he’s changing her shoes, he simply shakes her head. “Yeah, watch it, baby,” he laughs, pushing her foot away from his face just in the nick of time for her not to slice his face open. Once her shoes are changed, he changes his own before he stands and takes her hands, encouraging her to stand with him. “Okay, open your eyes.” He tells her, because he’s not going to have her walking on skates without looking. “I know you’ve never been before and I feel like ice skating is one of those opportunities everyone should have at least once in their life time, so this place is ours for the next two hours.” He tells her, stepping to the side so she can see the rink - and the lights strung up around the outside of the rink.