Mrs All American - luke

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L U K E

Today, something very weird happened. As I was in the elevator, there was a girl in there as well. She made it just before the gate shut. I assumed the recognized me and she sent me a hello. I looked over at her and just smiled. When she wasn't looking I shamelessly let my eyes roam her body. Nice ass, great tits, pretty face.

We got to talking and it ended with us in the hallway pressed against each other. I hadn't kissed her, I just wasn't feeling it, but the bulge in my pants was evident. Her hands traveled down my torso till she reached my jeans.

"What do you say we head back to my place?" She had asked as she looked at me through her lashes.

And I don't know why, but I told her no and just walked away and went straight to the condo. I could have easily said yes, but I didn't want her.

Let me tell you, walking with a hard on isn't easy.

So now I'm in my bathroom, deciding if I should take matters into my own hands since my problem hasn't gone away. The fact that a certain brunette is in my head as I pull down my zipper down isn't helping, it's making things much worse.

Just before I can reach down and start, a knock on the door interrupts me and I groan as I pull my zipper back up.

I yank the door open. "What?" I growl and Ashton scrunches his eyebrows in surprise.

"God, are you okay there, princess?" He jokes and I shove past him, jumping on my bed and landing on my stomach.

"What do you want?" I ask as I pull out my phone and scroll through twitter.

"Do you wanna go out tonight?" He asks as he heads to the door.

I want him to leave, the problem in my pants needs relieve and I don't know how much longer I can take. I need to fucking wank. "Where to?"

"Just to the bar," he says and I give him a thumbs up for an answer. He leaves and I burry my face into the mattress, fighting the urge to scream.

Before I head back into my bathroom, I make sure to lock my door, hoping this is the last and only time I have to do this.
*****
It's midnight and I'm drunk and I love it. I can't remember the last time I went out with the boys and just drank with them and made stupid jokes. It's fun to just hang out with them and have no girls around.

Speaking of girls, I wonder what Sam is doing. She probably has her nose stuck in a book, studying and biting her lip in that way she does when she's concentrated. I'm suddenly frustrated at the fact that she doesn't like me and I don't know why.

"Ugh, guys!" I shout and take a shot. "Why doesn't Sam like me? She won't even let me kiss her!" I want to do more than just kiss her. I want her naked underneath me, gasping for air as I touch her and I want her begging for more. I want her begging for me.

"Because she said you're mean to her!" Calum shouts back as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. I'm not mad that Calum kissed Sam, at least that's what I'm telling the boys and myself. I mean, I shouldn't care. And I don't.

I don't give a fuck. I don't fucking care. I just wanna fuck her.

"I'm not mean to her! She's mean to me!" I shout back and reach for a beer. My hand fumbles with it a bit before I get a firm grip on it and take a long swig before saying, "I told her I wanted to have sex with her," I hiccup, "that's like, a compliment."

Ashton laughs next to me, nearly spilling his drink. He's such a messy drunk. "I love when Luke is drunk, guys. He says everything he wants. I mean, not that he doesn't do that all the time, but he doesn't hold back."