Chandler
CHANDLER
S omehow, laying with Sam seems more intimate than what we did last night, and I’m not sure why. My heart is a fucking sledgehammer.
She swallows and places her hand on my cheek, rubbing it with her thumb like it's an absent-minded gesture that comes naturally to her. I close my eyes and feel a tingling sensation from her touch through my body.
When I open my eyes and look into hers, I feel a swell of affection towards her, something I’ve never felt with anyone before.
“I’m glad I got stuck here with you," I say.
“You just like that I helped you with the house," she says with a cheeky smile.
“More than that." I want to say more, want to tell her I actually like spending time with her, that I look forward to walking into work and seeing her face, even if she looks pissed off most of the time. Jesus. I need to cool it. I’m pretty sure I’m only feeling this way because we’re stranded together .
“Thank you for making me dinner."
“Thank you for helping turn this place into a real home."
"Thanks for trusting me to work on it." Her voice is quiet, and I can feel the tension pulsing through the air.
"I've always trusted you," I say before I can stop myself. It’s the truth. I have always trusted Sam, and not just when it comes to work, but I know that if I ever needed anything, she'd be there. That's just the kind of person she is. I used to get frustrated with her always being kind of a pushover with the other accountants at work or having to leave work early to help a friend. But her compassion and kindness are things I realize I overlooked about her. And I love that she'd do anything for anyone. Wait... Love? Love and Sam? Jesus, I am a fucking mess. Her fingers run over my scalp, and I'm pulled back to her. She pulls me toward her, and my lips crash onto hers.
"I thought you said no," I murmur over her lips.
"Changed my mind."
"Thank fuck," I breathe out.
I kiss her perfect lips and slide my tongue into her mouth. She lets out a whimper, and it makes my cock harden, knowing what other noises I’ve made her make. I lift her shirt, pulling away briefly so I can remove it. She unclasps her bra, and I knead one of her breasts with one hand and take in the perfectly pink nipple in my mouth of the other. She moans softly as I suck and run my tongue along the peak, and then she gasps when I bite down on it. She arches her back as if she’s asking for more. I glance up at her. Damn, she looks like a fucking goddess. Her eyes are closed, her mouth slightly open, and her breasts rise and fall as she lets out short breaths. I pull away and take off my shirt, and her hands are immediately on my shoulder, running down my chest, abs, stomach, and then to my jeans again. She tugs them down, and I step out of them and watch her take off her shorts. She’s wearing black panties, and they look fucking amazing on her. I kiss her again, quickly, this time, then again, and again, each time a little slower than the last. I press myself against her, feeling the wetness of her through my boxers, and she lets out a hitched breath. She's fucking soaked.
“‘," she whimpers.
Fuck, I love how she moans my name. I move my mouth to her neck, down to her pulse, grazing the spot with my teeth. She bucks her hips against me harder. I can't help but groan at the feeling, but I keep my composure. I lay light kisses on her soft skin from her shoulder to her right breast and her stomach until I reach her panties. Without taking them off, I flick my tongue over the wetness of the fabric, and she whimpers again. I run a finger along her wet slit, and she lifts her hips. I take the hint and slip them over her hips, down her slender legs. She opens her legs for me, and I can hear her bated breath. I blow hot breaths on her core, and she lets out a shaking breath, making her body shake. I love seeing her like this, so open and vulnerable.
I run my tongue slowly over her slit, and she gasps. She tastes fucking amazing. Her hands go to my hair as I revel in the feeling of her slick folds on my tongue, the taste of her juices consuming me. I put my mouth over her center, and the heat of it is intoxicating. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to go without this again, without seeing her come undone for me. I want to drown myself in her, in her moans, in her pleasure. I place my hand over her abdomen and rub her clit with my thumb, feeling her quiver against my mouth.
“I’m gonna come.” She bucks her hips into me, riding my face, covering my mouth and chin with her wetness. I’m more aggressive now, wanting more, need more .
She whimpers with every exhale of breath and my god, I could listen to her all day. I move my hand, covering her entire core with my mouth, my tongue working feverishly in and out of her. Her thighs tighten around my head, and I feel the rush of her juices flow over my tongue. I lap up every fucking drop of her sweetness. I pull away, and she looks up at me, her eyes hazy and dusted with want and cheeks flushed with heat. I wipe her juices from my chin with my fingers and keep eye contact with her when I suck the wetness from them. She sits up, her eyes still heated and dark. She puts her hand on my chest and pushes me back so I’m sitting up. I sit on the couch, feet planted on the floor, and watch as she kneels in front of me, gripping the waistband of my shorts. Pulling them down with my boxers so my cock is set free. She swallows, looking at my cock, and licks her lips. God, she’s so fucking sexy.
“You don’t have to," I say softly. I want her to. God, I fucking want her to so fucking bad. She looks up at me, a lustful glint in her eyes.
“I want to.”
Thank god. She grips my cock at the base, moving her hand over the length of me. She looks up at me with her heated green eyes and leans forward, wrapping her lips around the tip and flicking it with her tongue. Holy Fuck, this is actually happening. My hand instinctively goes to her hair, and she takes more of me in her hot mouth, her saliva making my cock slick. I close my eyes and tilt my head back.
“Fuck Sam.” My voice is hoarse, and it comes out like a croak. She hums as she takes more of me in her mouth, and I thrust up into it, the vibration of her moans sending crashing waves of pleasure through my entire body. I look down at her, moving her mouth over my dick. Fuck, this feels amazing. I’m so far gone that I can hardly fucking think. I’ll never take her smart mouth for granted again .
“God, Sam. If I knew you could do this with your smart mouth, we would’ve done this a long time ago.” She pulls her mouth from my cock and lets out a breathy laugh before engulfing me again, taking me down her throat. I thrust up into her mouth, and she gags a little.
“Fuck," I moan. She does it again and again, and the feeling of her throat constricting around me is like fucking heaven.
“I’m gonna come," I breathe out. My come shoots down her hot throat. She keeps her lips around my cock, making sure to drink down every drop, and the feeling of her throat contracting around my dick is fucking magical. She bobs her head up and down my shaft a few more times and then licks the tip before pulling away completely. She sits back, and I get a good look at her. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks are flushed, and her green eyes are still burning with desire. God, she looks amazing after sucking my dick. How the fuck have we not done this before? I move my hand from her hair to her cheek and run my thumb over her bottom lip.
“God, Sam, you’re so beautiful," I whisper.
“So are you," she says. My heart stutters at her words. I’ve been called sexy before and hot, but no woman has ever called me beautiful. She sits on the couch next to me, and I place my arm around her. She rests her head on my shoulder. This is different. But Comfortable. I feel comfortable like this, having her head on my shoulder. I think about the day we’ve had, running around town, cleaning and painting the house. My chest swells with affection towards her, only this time it scares me. I know she doesn’t feel the same for me. As far as I can tell, I’m helping her out with her dry spell, and that’s fine with me. If I didn’t have these feelings, it would make things a lot easier. I don’t catch feelings for women that I’ve slept with, and normally, they’re all fine with that. But this is different because it’s Sam. I don’t want to hurt her, but I also don’t want to get hurt. I’ve never put myself in a situation where I’d be the one to be rejected. Addressing it could ruin whatever truce we’ve made. No matter what’s happened between us before or what happens when we go back. Right now, I’d rather be here with her.