{ON HOLD} cutthroat ➳ luke hemmings

four.

[MATURE]

"Now I like dollars, I like diamonds, I like stunting, I like shining," Kellen and I sang as we danced in the middle of the club. "I like million dollar deals, where's my pen? Bitch I'm signing."

I danced on her as the music played, holding my drink in one hand. She twerked on me while I grinded on her. We were having fun and minding our own business. Until a man with dark hair came up to us.

"Mind if I take over, doll?" He asked me deeply. We both stopped and I looked at Kellen as if to ask her if she wanted him to dance with her.

"Um, yes," She nodded and then looked at me. "You can."

I laughed and stepped away, letting the man grab Kell's hips. I watched behind me as I walked which was my mistake because I collided into someone.

"Whoa, sorry, I-," I said, looking up to see one of the most attractive people I've ever seen. "Wasn't looking."

"Don't apologize, love," he smiled at me even though he was drenched in alcohol that I had caused him to spill. But his accent. Australian? "It's only Gucci."

"Was it really? Oh no. I am so sorry," I shook my head. I am so dumb.

"No, it wasn't," He chuckled. "Way cheaper, but still one of my favorite shirts."

"I'm so stupid," I chuckled. "I can buy you a new shirt. I know that stain is probably not coming out of that fabric."

"How about instead of a shirt, you let me buy you a drink?" He asked.

"Sounds like a deal," I smiled, following him to the bar. We sat down beside each other and he ordered a drink.

"A Woodford and Diet and a...?" He looked at me to answer the question.

"The same," I nodded. He looked at me and smiled.

"So what's your name?" He asked me.

"You don't need to know," I smiled at him. "What's yours?"

"I guess you don't need to know either," he smiled back at me. The glasses were placed in front of us. I picked mine up and sipped through the small black straw. "So what's your story then? What brought you to Miami?"

"Born and raised," I said to him. I didn't want to give him too much information. "You?"

"I moved here a little under a year ago," he said, sipping his drink without a straw. "I'm from Australia if you can't tell."

"Oh, I can tell," I chuckled. "Why move here?"

"Family business," he shrugged. I nodded. I didn't really care. "So did you come here alone?"

"No. See that slut right there in the leopard print?" I asked him, pointing to Kellen who was still dancing with the dude.

"Oh, did she steal your boyfriend or something?" He questioned, looking at the long-haired dude that was grinding on her.

"Not exactly," I chuckled. "She's my best friend."

"You call your best friend a slut?" He questioned.

"It's an American thing," I shrugged him off.

After multiple drinks and conversations, this unknown dude and I were having tons of fun. He was really cute and I wouldn't mind having sex with him. Okay, why did I just think that? Chill out, Jo.

"So you really named your dog Cheez-It?" He laughed at me as I told him a story.

"I was eight, okay?" I laughed as well. "Give me a break."

"I had a cat named Booger so I can't say much," He told me and I laughed.

"Somehow, that's still not worse," I told him with a laugh. I turned my head towards Kellen as I seen her walking towards me.

"Hey, Jo," She slurred. "We're ready to go if you are."

"Okay, go ahead and get an Uber. I'll be right behind you," I told her and then looked at the boy.

"So your name is Jo," He smiled.

"No," I shook my head.

"Then why did your friend call you that?" He questioned.

"Okay, fine. It is Jo," I huffed. "But that's all you get to know."

"That's all I need to know," he laughed.

"So listen, I'm not sure if you're down, but my friend really wants me to have sex with someone tonight," I told him. "And I'm gonna be honest and say that I wouldn't mind if you came back with me."

"You are a very blatant girl," he said, widening his eyes.

"Oh, God. I'm sorry," I shook my head. "I've had a few too many drinks. I have no idea why I asked that."

"No, I would be honored to have sex with you to prove a point to your friend," He let out a chuckle, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"You don't have to," I blushed. "I'm not that kind of person, I promise."

"I'm gonna be honest and say that I wouldn't mind if I came back with you," he said, repeating what I had told him. "Let's go."

We got back to my apartment and I led mystery man into my room. I knew Kell was in the guest room with the dude from tonight. I just hope she washes the sheets.

I turned around to him and started to tell him we didn't have to do anything but his lips crashed into mine. I kissed him back harder, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, falling onto his back on the bed. I sat up, taking off my jacket. He kissed my chest and then my neck, sucking lightly. His hands gripped my ass as he done so causing me to let out a small moan.

He took the bralette off of me, leaving me in only my skirt and boots. I unbuttoned his stained shirt and threw it on the ground. He reached around me and unzipped my skirt. I took my boots off and climbed back on him.

The bulge in his black jeans was prominent and I was beyond turned on. His hands made their way under my skirt to my inner thighs, spreading them. He rubbed me over my panties, soon dipping a finger in my pooling heat.

"Fuck," I moaned as he inserted two fingers into me. He began pumping, faster and faster each time.

I reached between us and unzipped his jeans, tugging them down. I got on my knees and pulled his boxers down, letting his dick spring free.

I pumped him in my hand, causing him to throw his head back. His hands were placed behind him on the bed as his long blonde hair swept his forehead.

I took him in my mouth, bobbing up and down.

"God damn," he bit his lip, tangling his fingers in my hair, assisting me in my actions.

Once he pulled me back up to kiss him, I knew this was going to be a long, fun, sweaty night.

a/n: ok fuuuUuUuck i love him. writing this book is fun because all i've written is post malone fanfiction so this is a nice break!!