You leant up against the bar as you sipped on your drink nonchalantly whilst half-heartedly chatting to your friend. You were aware of his stare burning through your back, it'd been this way all night. It started backstage, your friend Adam was supporting 5 Seconds of Summer on the UK leg of their tour and had invited you and a few other friends along to one of their London dates.
The second you'd walked into the dressing room earlier that evening your eyes had locked with Luke's. You'd sent him a flirty smile before introducing yourself to the other boys, leaving him till last. You'd then taken a seat in the furthest possible place from him as you chatted casually with Ashton about how the tour was going. You couldn't help but roll your eyes as he sauntered across the dressing room before taking a seat next to you on the small two-man sofa, his arm swinging round to rest on the back of the chair while the tops of your thighs pressed together. You turned to raise your eyebrows at him as he sent you a wink before joining in your conversation with Ashton.
You'd come across Luke's type before probably more times than you'd care to admit. He was good looking, cocky and had girls practically falling at his knees so you it didn't take you long to decide that you were going to have a little fun with him. You'd been flirting all evening, whether that be the bedroom eyes he was sending you as he performed on stage, the drive to the bar where you'd had to sit on the only spare seat: his lap, the annoyance he'd shown when you'd decided to entertain another mans flirting as you entered the bar - truth be told you just did it to get a rise out of Luke. You could tell that he hadn't had to work this hard for a girl before and you were driving him wild.
You turned your head slowly immediately locking eyes with Luke as he continued to brazenly stare in your direction. Your friend muttered something about 'going out side for some fresh air' but you were too caught up in Luke's stare to notice them silently slipping away. He however didn't. You watched intently as he pushed himself off the wall and slowly made his way over to you.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing sat alone at a bar?" He asked in an attempt to be as smooth as possible. This, however, failed miserably as you looked up at him one eyebrow cocked up as you tried to contain your laughter. "Are you always this smooth with the ladies?" You joked, sarcasm lacing your voice as you managed to stifle your laughter. "Not when they're as intimidating as you." He laughed back, biting his lower lip - a sight that had you weak at the knees.
You watched him intently, studying his face as he looked down at you. "You think I'm intimidating?" You questioned, a satisfied smirk crossing your lips. "I mean, yeah, you are pretty intimidating," He responded, before leaning across the bar to grab the attention of the barman, "What're you having?" He asked motioning towards your now empty glass. "A gin and tonic, please." You stated, sliding the empty tumbler along the bar. "In what way am I intimidating?" You pressed, as you waited for your drink to be made. "I don't know, you're mysterious, intriguing." He replied, taking a sip of his drink as he handed you yours, your eyes never breaking contact. "Well, what do you want to know?" You asked, biting down on the straw.
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"So, enlighten me," Luke asked smirking down at you, "How do you not have a boyfriend?". Things had escalated relatively quickly since Luke had began asking you about yourself. You'd almost immediately embarked on a game of 21 questions which, with the more you drank, had become increasingly intimate. His hand was now resting on the curve of your back, holding you close to him in a secluded area of the now heaving bar. His fingers would occasionally dip down lower to invade the back pockets of your jeans to gently caress your ass as you spoke. Your hand was resting on his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt.
"What do you mean?" You asked, looking up at him through your lashes. Luke chuckled slightly as he looked down at you, "Well, you're obviously not short of male attention so how come there's no man in your life?" He smirked. You smiled, leaning your body towards his, your chests almost flush together, leaving you just enough room to press your hand up against his chest.
"Because, I don't need a man in my life," you mused, "I've got toys at home that can make me scream louder than any man ever could." You looked up at Luke again, your tone almost challenging as you waited for his response. His face slowly warped from shock into a smirk as he leaned down, his stubble gently brushing against your face as he whispered "Obviously you haven't found the right man then." in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You stood there, mouth agape at this new-found confidence Luke was exuding and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't having an effect on you.
You tried to rein in your self-control as he began to back away from you. But as much as you were enjoying the chase you could sense you were nearing the kill. You pulled Luke back closer by the collar of his shirt, close enough so your lips were brushing against each others. "Why don't you take me back to your hotel room and see how much you can make me scream then." You stated, your voice low and sultry.
Your eyes fluttered shut with pleasure as Luke began peppering feather light kisses across your neck before making his way painfully slowly along your jaw before stopping when he reached your lips. "Is that a challenge?" He asked, his lips tantalisingly close to your own. You took control of the situation, closing the gap between the two of you. The kiss was slow and passionate, gradually becoming more and more heated as you revelled in the way you were making each other feel. You pulled away, looking up at the satisfied grin on his face as you ran your tongue along your lower lip. "You tell me..."
