A/N: :D

Reviews make me happy. Anyway! Chapter 7, clearly, is up. It's the reason the story is rated M, just FYI. Another bit of information, this is like, my first lemon, so.... yeah....

OH! I figured something out in first hour today that I feel the need to share with everyone! American Idol is nothing but extravagant karaoke. And, Simon Cowell must be really bored, considering he keeps doing all of this stuff and it's not for the money. Seriously, a person can only spend so much money...

Halsley couldn't stop chuckling as Spencer kissed her senseless, bruising her lips. Not that she minded.

Her evil little plan had worked perfectly. Childish, maybe, but the most childish pranks are always the best. Until of course, they backfire.

A lesson Halsley learned the hard way when Spencer slowly rubbed his hips against her's, his erection pressing hard on her, causing the little prankster to moan with need.

She tried to buck her hips up to meet his, but was only slammed back down into the mattress, once again releasing a long, loud moan, begging him to take her.

She squirmed beneath the un-forgiving man, trying to control and keep herself from verbally begging him to have his way with her.

However, she knew she wouldn't last long when he starting undressing her and kissed his way down to her pooling heat. She felt his tongue penetrate her, lapping up her wet heat, only to cause more.

"Spencer, please." She huffed out between moans and groans at the feeling of his tongue going in and out of her.

"Please what?" he replied slyly as he kissed her outer lips.

When she didn't answer, he took his fingers, one at first, and thrust them into her.

"Oh!" She called out in shock and pleasure at this new feeling.

He added a finger, and, in her mind, Halsley was screaming a line of curse words that would make a sailor blush. But she wouldn't give the cad the pleasure of knowing he caused her to do such.

Her body, much to her dismay, wasn't on the same page.

She squirmed and thrust her hips up, trying to force his fingers in deeper.

Spencer heard her whimper and smiled.

"All you need to do is ask." He reminded her in a cocky tone.

"N-n-no." she tried to say in a forceful manner. She got the strange feeling, however, that the needy whimpers took away from the message she was trying to send him.

He decided he needed to change up his tactics, and did something Halsley had never expected.

With his now three fingers, he added his tongue once again.

"OH FUCK!" she screamed out at the top over lungs as she neared an orgasm. But she couldn't, not yet. Part of her because she didn't want to give in to Spencer, part because she didn't want the amazing pleasure he was giving her to end.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She said repeatedly as he licked and thrust.

"Say it baby."

"No."

"Say it."

When she didn't answer he thrust his tongue in deeper.

"God damnit, fuck me Spencer!" She demanded the moment she felt his tongue in a new place.

"Good girl." Was his calm, cool reply to her outburst. He removed his fingers and shoved them in is mouth, lapping up the taste of her sweet honey.

Halsley had just started to relax when she felt the bed move and saw Spencer over her.

He gave her a chaste kiss as he lowered himself painfully slowly into her.

She squirmed at the sensation of being penetrated by his large, hard, and throbbing member.

"Oh God Spencer." She moaned softly as tears of pleasure came to her closed eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked her as he began with soft, gentle thrusting, noticing her tears.

"You. Feel. So. Good." She told him in between thrusts.

Spencer smiled as he heard this and kissed her firmly, speeding his movements slightly.

For 20 minutes the only sounds that filled the room were soft moans and grunts and heavy breathing.

Soon, though, Spencer heard Halsley panting his name along side with God's and smiled where he was kissing her neck.

"Spence, Spence. Oh dear God SPENCER!" were the last things he heard her breathe out before he felt her already tight walls close in around and begin to milk him.

"Dear God Halsley." He grunted out as a clenched his fists and his thrust became erratic.

When he released, he slowed his movements until they stopped and kissed the beautiful, panting woman below him.

He moved his head back up, only to have his face cupped by Halsley's hands and brought back down to her waiting lips.

Both were fully aware that they hadn't used any protection and that Halsley had been a little too preoccupied this morning to take her pill, but neither of them cared.

For at that moment it became clear to them both, they were in love.