Mrs All American - luke

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L U K E

"Fuck," I groan when I reach my orgasm. The blonde in front of me stands, wiping at her lips. She's hot, there's no denying it, but I'm not going to fuck her. "Thanks, babe," I say as I pull my jeans up, followed by the zipper.

I leave the bathroom stall, ignoring the offended look on her face as I head back into the club. It was way too easy to get that girl to blow me. One look towards the bathroom and she was all for it. One look at her and I had her right where I wanted her to be.

It's too easy for me to get a girl to go home with me for the night. They throw themselves at me and hey, I'm not going to stop them. It's not my fault they're stupid. It also isn't my fault that I'm Luke Hemmings and every girl in New York City wants to fuck me.

I fix up my hair as I walk back to our table where Ashton, Michael, and Calum are most likely at. They're all there, alright, sitting on the red couches and talking among themselves with drinks in their hands. I shake my head at the sudden realization that there's no girls around at the moment.

"Where the hell were you?" Calum asks me as he sets his drink down.

"You know that blonde I was with?" I shout and he nods. "I took her to the bathroom stall and she gave me a blowjob."

He makes a face at me but laughs anyway. "Jesus, you couldn't wait till you got home?"

I shake my head. "I wasn't planning on taking her home."

I find myself growing bored as I reach for my drink and down it. Nothing is catching my attention tonight, which is odd since I can always spot a good looking girl every time we come here. Michael leaves, looking at something, probably a girl. My eyes follow him as he moves around the club and makes his way through people, when he finally taps on a girl's shoulder.

The girl turns around and then smiles widely when she recognizes Michael. They hug, rather tightly. She must be a friend then. We've lived in New York for a while now and met a few people, but I'm not friends with girls, ever.

Her group of friends have gathered around as they continue to talk but then something catches my eyes. A girl in the group. She's not talking, just listening and biting her bottom lip every so often. I lean back in my seat as I continue to stare at her. She's wearing a little, red dress that hugs every curve of her body, stopping at the top of her knees. Her legs are long and tan and fucking great. Her hair falls in dark waves past her chest. From where I'm sitting I can't tell what color her eyes are, but I can tell she has a very nice face and good lips.

I don't know why I'm paying attention to all these details, but I can't take my eyes off her and I watch her as one of her friends takes her hand, leading her somewhere. I suddenly realize her friends are coming to our table and I tap Ashton's arm. When he looks up, I point towards Michael and the group of girls. He looks over at me, smirking.

They all sit down, the girl in the red dress looks around for a place to sit. The only empty spot is the one next to me. She meets my eyes and I pat the empty space next to me. Even though it's kind of dark, I notice the way her cheeks turn pink.

That settles it. I'm taking this girl home and I'm going to fuck her senseless.

She sits next to me, leaving a space between our thighs, but I scoot closer, my lips by her ear. "What's your name?"

Before she answers, she licks at her lips nervously, her face blushy again. "Sam," she says softly.

"Luke," I tell her, even though she probably knows that and shake her hand. She's different from all the girls I've come across and I'm sort of surprised she's not all over me. If she's playing hard to get, she won't win.