22. Chapter 22
It’s an unseasonably warm November day for my walk to Sam’s apartment. My Colorado Avalanche hockey hoodie is almost too heavy, but I don’t dare take it off. The outfit Lisa had me wear can barely even be considered one.
As I stroll along, I decide not to look a gift-horse in the mouth and enjoy my time outside. The sun is shining, but the light breeze blows softly across my skin and keeps me cool enough. A faint aroma of burning leaves wafts into my nostrils. I soak up the beautiful autumn day, letting it quell my anxiety.
I’ve been trying not to think too hard about the situation I’m about to walk into, but that’s as easy as prying a bear trap open. I mean, I’ve made up my mind, as stupid as it may be. Lisa was right, though. After what I went through with Connor, I deserve some fun, and what Sam is offering sure does sound fun. There’s nothing wrong with what we’re about to do. Like he said, we’re both consenting adults who are aware of our actions.
Doesn’t make my nerves any less strained.
The thoughts burst to life before I can stop them. How is this going to work? Are we going to have sex first? Or should we work on the presentation beforehand? That is the main reason I’m going to his apartment in the first place. If we do the presentation first, though, I’ll have all that time to think things over and change my mind. But if we have sex first, will that make the presentation stuff awkward? Will we work on it while we’re naked?
Shaking the thoughts from my mind, I let out a groan.
Why didn’t we talk about how this would work beforehand? I mean, I should have asked questions so I would have all the information upfront. That would have made this decision easier to make. At least, I think it would have.
“Get a grip, Brynn,” I mumble to myself before I push the crosswalk button. My toes tap the pavement as I watch for the light to turn. The little stick figure lights up, guiding me across the intersection.
Maybe that’s what I should do. I should let Sam guide me. This was his idea, after all, and he should be the one to tell me what to do, but what if he doesn’t know either?
A frustrated sigh escapes me as I climb his apartment stairs. Fuck it. I’m taking the reins on this. We’re going to have sex first to get it out of our systems, and then we’ll work on the presentation. That way I can’t talk myself out of it.
With a reaffirming nod, I knock on his door.
When he opens it, he has a cavalier air about him. “Glad to see you didn’t think about it too hard.”
“I’m not inside yet,” I say in challenge.
He takes a step back and bows, motioning for me to enter. Before he gets the door shut, I’m already stripping off my sweatshirt and tank top. My hands are tangled in my shirts above my head when Sam turns around.
“Oh,” he says, almost choking on the syllable.
“What?” My eyes follow his as they flick up to my hands, then down to my lacy camisole tank top.
He juts his chin at my torso. “That’s nice.”
I drop my arms, covering myself with my inside out garments. “Well, I wasn’t sure how this was going to work. I mean, I figured we should, uh, you know, first so I don’t have time to overthink things, but if you?”
Sam takes one big step, closing the gap between us, and plants his fingers on my lips. “Shh,” he whispers. “Brynn, I’ll absolutely get naked with you right away. Just…stop talking.”
I smile behind his hand, and he lowers it. “Then kiss me already.”
His mouth is on mine within the next breath as he grabs the back of my head and tears my sweatshirt from my arms. Spinning our bodies, he pushes me against the back of the couch. His hands are all over me, hungry for the touch as they devour my body from my hips to my waist to my ribs and around to my back, driving moans from my chest that are just as starved.
I run my fingertips along the hem of his shirt, tugging on it. He grunts and lifts his arms, allowing me to slide it off. My knuckles brush against his warm skin, and I’m set ablaze. I grab his shoulders, pulling him to me so our chests collide, and roll my hips against his.
He reaches down, sliding his hands under my thighs, and lifts me to sit on the back of the couch. Stepping forward, he settles himself between my legs.
I hook my ankles behind him. I want him as close as possible, and I don’t want him leaving.
His hands slide up and down my back as he peppers kisses along my jaw and down my throat, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. When I twist a hand into his hair, he groans. He grips me tight as if bracing me, and runs a hand up my ribs to cup my breast. Palming my hardened nipple through the lace, he nips at my collarbone.
“Sam,” I breathe.
“What do you want, Brynn?”
“You,” I whisper.
He moans against my skin, the vibrations giving me goosebumps. “Tell me what to do.”
Yes, sir. “Fuck me, Sam.”
A deep growl emanates from him as he lifts me from the couch and carries me to the only room in the apartment I haven’t seen; his bedroom. He sets me on the bed and crawls over me, my body immediately warming beneath him. His mouth latches onto my throat as he unbuttons my jeans which I promptly shimmy out of. When his fingers brush over the matching lace panties, he pauses his sucking on my neck and pulls back to scan my form as if admiring a work of art.
I squirm in the awkward moment, but when he turns and locks his eyes onto mine, I melt. The sincerity in them eases all my tension, but the fire in them builds desire within me. I grip his shoulder and pull him onto me. I want to be crushed by his weight. I need it.
He works his knee between my legs, pulling one of mine up and around his waist. His hips lower to meet mine, and his delicious hardness presses against my apex.
With a moan, I arch my back, my head flopping to the side.
Sam kisses down my body and stops at the neckline of my camisole, running his tongue along my skin above the fabric. “As much as I like this aesthetic...” He takes the lace between his teeth, snapping the elastic. “I like it better when you’re naked.”
I tilt my chin down and lift my arms to help him remove it.
With a chuckle, he rears back, pulling me to sit up. Once I’m upright, he slips the camisole from my body, and a shaky breath escapes him. Connecting our mouths again, he eases me onto my back. His warm palm finds my breast, and the skin-to-skin contact leaves a path of fire in its wake.
Each time I moan into his mouth, he swallows it down. As he leaves my mouth to kiss his way to my breasts, his hand moves south to settle between my thighs. His fingers slide along the lace of my panties, pressing gently, and it makes me squirm.
I’m burning for release, and we haven’t even started yet. I buck my hips, but Sam “tsks” against my breast.
“Not yet,” he whispers, and slides his hand under the waistband of my underwear. When his fingers graze my seam, he hums in delight. “So wet for me already. I like that.”
All I can do is breathe his name as I continue to buck my hips. He finally grants me some release and slips a finger inside me. When he slides another finger in, he begins swirling my clit with his thumb, all the while sucking my nipples. I lose a hand in his curls, pulling his head closer to my breast.
“Sam,” I plead.
He kisses my nipple before working his way up my chest and neck, all the way to my ear. “Beg all you want, sweetheart. I’m not fucking you until you come.”
I groan in ecstasy. I mean, how can I be mad at that?
“Just enjoy yourself, Brynn.” He kisses his way back to my breasts, taking a nipple between his teeth. “I certainly am.”
When he speeds up the pace of his fingers, I can’t help myself any longer. I give in. I let go of the hold I have on my body and drown in the waves of a delicious orgasm. It’s amazing. My body quakes with pleasure as the tension breaks, and I melt into the sensation.
Sam rides the wave right along with me. He slows his motions, but doesn’t stop until I do, and when I do, I’m like a limp noodle. Removing his fingers from me, he takes off my panties. I hear the jingle of his belt buckle and the ripping of a condom wrapper, but my eyes won’t open. I have to imagine what’s happening.
Before I know it, Sam’s hovering over me once again, lightly peppering kisses along my collarbone. “You okay?” he breathes against my skin.
“Mhm,” I hum, ready for more.
“Good. Any requests for how this goes?”
That gets my attention. I pop my eyes open, confusion spread across my face.
“Both of us are supposed to have fun,” he says. “I’m going to, no matter what, so I want to know what’s best for you.”
“I like to be on top.”
“Of course you do.”
I scoff. “Hey, you asked.”
With a quick nip at my collarbone, he rolls our bodies to the side. I yelp, gripping his shoulders as I’m thrown over to straddle him. When we’re settled, I stare at Sam in amazement, the stupid self-satisfied grin on his face making me want to laugh, but only for a moment.
Quite suddenly, the mood changes. His eyes darken and his grip on my thighs tightens. My mouth and throat run dry. He cups the back of my head and pulls me down to connect our mouths once again. As we kiss, I adjust my hips so the tip of his cock hits my entrance, and I hover long enough to elicit a needy groan from him. Sliding down his hard length, I take him fully inside me.
It’s as breathtaking as before. He fills me completely, fitting perfectly and making me shudder.
“Still okay?” he asks.
I nod and sit up. I watch the expression on his face turn from concern to heated desire as his gaze rakes over me. When I move my hips, his eyes close and his hands run up my sides to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples. My head falls back, his name spilling from my lips. Leaning back slightly, I rest my hands on his thighs and dig my fingers into his skin.
That’s when he starts moving with me. He thrusts slowly at first, still letting me lead the pace, but when I start losing myself in the moment, he takes over. One hand stays on my breast while the other snakes around my waist to hold me up. His hips thrust faster.
Our breathy moans fill the room, soon becoming grunts and groans full of lust. We both want to hit that crest, both want to feel that burst of release that comes when we do. But we don’t at the same time. At least, I don’t.
I want to savor this feeling of our connection. His nearness. The friction. I don’t ever want it to end, but I know he won’t last forever.
It’s obvious he’s close when the hand around my waist slides to my stomach and dips lower. His thumb settles on my clit, gently circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I gasp, clenching my hands around his thighs. “Sam,” I moan into the air.
“Fuck, Brynn. Say it again,” he orders between grunts.
So, I do. Over and over, I let his name roll off my tongue, each time getting louder.
He shows his appreciation by pressing harder on my clit. “Come for me.”
I tumble over that edge so fast, my head spins. I’m practically screaming his name as I tighten around his erection, my entire body shuddering as my release hits me head on.
Sam latches his hands onto my hips, thrusting into me with intense, passionate movements before succumbing to his own orgasm. His cock pulses inside me as he slows.
I collapse over onto him to rest my head on his shoulder. Our chests press into each other’s with the huge gulps of air we’re sucking in.
Sam tilts his head and kisses the top of mine. “You good?”
I note the sweet, affectionate action, but choose to ignore it. I’m so blissed-out right now, I can barely think. All I can do is hum a one-note syllable that sounds more like a caveman grunt than an affirmation to his question.
My head shakes with his laughter, the deep tone vibrating through his chest. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
We fall into comfortable silence as we lie together. One of his hands brushes up my back while the other stays tucked under his head. With my ear against his chest, I listen to his heartbeat steady itself.
This moment is reminiscent of our time in the hotel. The way he’s holding me. The warmth of his body next to mine. His soft breath moving my hair and tickling my neck. It’s all so serene. I hate that I enjoy it so much.
Suddenly, I feel him tense beneath me. “Can you move?”
“Probably,” I mumble against his chest.
“Well, can you? Because I need to get up.”
The harshness in his tone surprises me. It’s vastly different from the Sam I was just fucking, and as much as I don’t want to admit that it hurts me to hear, it does. I roll to the side, releasing him from me, and curl into a ball, immediately missing his warmth.
Without another word, he gets up from the bed and heads for the bathroom.
I don’t have time to pick apart his abrupt change in demeanor, so I jump out of the bed to get dressed. After all, our agreement has been fulfilled. Now that the sex is over, we can get to the presentation which is really why I’m here. I have to keep reminding myself of that.
Sam and I are not friends. We are not a couple. There are no feelings between us other than the desire between our legs which we’ve satiated.