Mrs All American - luke

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L U K E

"Luke," Sam groans as my hands move up her sides. "Luke, stop!" She whines when I tickle her and her cheeks turn pink. I don't know how this thing started, but we were laying in bed and I gave her side a squeeze, which made her shriek.

She lied when I asked her if she was ticklish. So we ended up having a tickle fight and it ended with me on top of her.

Tonight is the New Year's Eve party and Sam came over so that we could hang out before everyone else gets here. But honestly, I kind of want to stay here in my room with her for the rest of the night.

"Get off, you'll ruin my hair," she whines and gives me a shove. "We should head downstairs, don't you think?"

I laugh at her and lean down to place a small kiss on her collarbone, ignoring her question. "Your hair always looks pretty," I tell her and she giggles. "Sam, make out with me."

"We'll have plenty of time for that tonight," she says and I look up at her.

"Oh, don't tell me you do that hole New Years kiss thing?" I ask her and she sticks her tongue out at me. "Can we have New Years sex instead?"

Sam bites her lip. "Maybe."

My eyes travel down her body and then up so that I can look at her. She looks at me in such a way that it makes me feel so goddamn weak and absolutely powerless. "You have no idea what you do to me when you look at me like that."

"I don't-"

"I want you so bad, Sam, and it sucks because you don't even try to make me want you this bad," any little thing she does and she has me. Just like that. She could snap her fingers and I'd be willing to do whatever she wanted. "You have all of me."

Sam bites her lip and her hand reaches up so that it's pressed against the back of my neck. "I can't tell if you're trying to be cute or if you're trying to seduce me."

"Oh, I have different ways of seducing you, baby."

Sam groans. "Shut up and kiss me," her lips land on mine. Her legs wrap around my body and she pulls me down so that my crotch rubs against hers.

I pull away too soon and it makes her whine. "I thought you said we were gonna have time for that later."

"Well, okay," she shrugs and moves underneath me. She leaves the bed and walks over to the mirror on the wall, running her hands through her hair and looking at herself.

I don't see why she needs to look at herself, I think she's already beautiful. Wether she's dressed up and has done her make up all done or wether she's just wearing a sweater with her hair tied up, I don't think it matters. I think she's... Perfect.

She has no idea what she does to me. Once I look at her, I can't stop. She has so much control over me.

I'm still wondering how in the hell Sam has managed to make me this crazy about her.

S A M

"Calum, get off the counter!" It's a quarter to eleven and Calum is absolutely wasted, just like everyone else here. A lot of people showed up and I'm pretty sure I'm the only sober person in this entire house.

Dylan and Becca are playing a game of beer pong somewhere in the house. Michael, India, and Ashton have been out on the porch most of the night. I don't know why when it is freezing outside.

So I've been with Luke and Calum for most of the night and they're both completely wasted. Mostly Calum because he's been trying to get on the counter so he can dance.