24. Chapter 24
”You want popcorn for the movie?” Sam’s deep voice rumbles through his chest, echoing in my ear resting against him.
I tilt my chin up, pouting. “I was promised pizza.”
With a laugh, he pats my hip where his fingers have been drawing circles. “That you were. Okay, I’ll order it.” He rolls to the side, grabbing his phone from his pants on the floor. “What do you want on it?”
“Depends on where you’re ordering from.”
Sam rolls his eyes. “Where do you want to order from?”
“When in Rome.”
“Do they deliver?”
“No, but Door Dash does.”
Sam laughs. “Okay. What do you want on your pizza?”
“Cream cheese, garlic, and black olives.” I don’t even hesitate to answer.
“That’s it?” He jerks his head back. “No pepperoni or sausage?”
I shake my head. “I’m a vegetarian.”
“Really? I had no idea.”
“Well, we don’t talk much, Sam.” I sound more disappointed than I intend to.
“Right,” he says, remorse lacing his tone. “Well, let me order this and we can pick a movie.”
We both get up from his bed and get dressed. As much fun as naked movie time sounds, it’s not a good idea. The pizza and movie are nothing more than a replacement for the presentation we usually work on. Cuddling isn’t an option.
Being Saturday, the pizza takes forty-five minutes to arrive, which ends up being a good thing because Sam and I cannot agree on a movie to save our lives.
“How do you not like Batman?” Sam asks, seemingly offended. “He’s the greatest superhero.”
“But he’s not a superhero. He’s a rich kid with cool toys.”
“All right, Miss Know-It-All. Who do you think is the greatest superhero?” Leaning against the arm of the couch, he folds his arms.
I purse my lips, glancing at the ceiling as I contemplate. “Captain America.”
“Oh, fuck.” Sam exaggerates a groan. “You’re a Marvel fan?”
“Of course. They’re the best movies!”
He sits up, holding out his hand to use his fingers to count on. “Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman… Not to mention The Joker, Bane, Lex Luther… Come on, Brynn.”
I shake my head. “No way. Marvel has The Avengers, X-Men, The Fantastic Four. I mean, Spider-Man alone trumps all of DC.”
“What!?” Sam practically tumbles from the couch he jumps so fast.
I laugh, thinking he’s adorable when he’s passionate about things, but I shake it off. I put on a serious face and act like I’m getting up. “Well, I guess I’ll see myself out, then.”
Sam grabs my wrist, keeping me in place. “I can accept your flaws.”
My mouth runs dry with the intensity in his eyes. What was a light-hearted discussion has become a heavy moment, and it makes my heart race.
He clears his throat and lets go of me. “I mean, at least long enough for sex.”
Right. Great sex is all we are to each other. The headiness in the air dissipates. My heart rate slowly returns to normal, and I exhale slowly.
A knock at the door startles us, and we laugh off the awkwardness. Sam pays for the pizza, setting it on the coffee table, but doesn’t sit. “You want a beer?”
I nod. “Sure, that would be great.”
Sam hurries off to the kitchen, returning with two bottles, which he opens. Handing one to me, he clinks his bottle against mine. “Cheers.”
“Cheers,” I say, and take sip.
“How about Planes, Trains, and Automobiles? That’s a good Thanksgiving movie.”
I blink at him in awe. It is a good movie for Thanksgiving, but it’s also super old. I’m surprised he even knows about it. “I love that one.”
The corners of his mouth lift into a pleased grin. “Cool.”
We spend a good fifteen minutes eating the pizza before settling into our spots on the couch. We’re on opposite ends, not touching each other at all. I’m good for a while, but halfway through the movie I’m getting uncomfortable in my curled up position. I stretch my legs out a bit thinking it’ll give me some reprieve, but all it does is make me want more room.
This goes on for several minutes before Sam groans, sits up, and pulls my legs over onto his. He flops back against his arm of the couch. “Better?” He floats his hand over our crisscrossed legs.
“Thanks.”
With a crisp nod, he turns his attention back to the movie.
As our beers dwindle, I notice his hands begin to fidget. At first, he plays with the label on his bottle, then he plays with a frayed edge of his t-shirt. Eventually, his fingers migrate to my ankle and up my calf. The brushing of his fingertips gives me goosebumps, and I shiver.
“You cold?” he asks.
I nod, unwilling to explain the truth.
Grabbing the blanket I was wrapped in earlier from the back of the couch, he spreads it over us. He makes sure to cover my legs completely, including my toes. When he’s satisfied, he slides his hand under the blanket, continuing his grazing of my skin. It’s oddly affectionate, but I don’t want it to stop.
It’s probably the beer. Maybe he gets fidgety when he drinks. Lots of people have weird ticks when it comes to alcohol whether it’s getting the munchies or getting talkative. This must be his.
That’s what I tell myself for the rest of the movie, anyway.
When the credits roll, Sam stretches his arms over his head. “Man, that movie’s great.”
“Yeah,” I say, pulling my legs off his. “Good choice.”
“I’m actually surprised we agreed on it.”
I shrug. “Just a fluke. I doubt we’ll have anything else in common.”
“Maybe.”
An awkward hush falls over the room, the only sound is the music of the credits. I fling the blanket off my legs and stand. “Well, I guess I should get going.”
“You’re leaving?” He sits up, gripping the back of the couch tight.
“The movie’s over. That ends our night, right?”
“What about second sex?”
A laugh bursts from me. “Second sex? What are we, hobbits?”
“I’m glad you caught that.”
“That’s an easy one.” I sit back down, barely on the edge of the cushion. “I wasn’t sure if we’d do that since this isn’t a normal night.”
“Brynn,” Sam says, scooting closer to me so I can feel his body heat. “I’m not going to see you? I mean, we’re not going to have sex for two weeks. I want as much as I can get to hold me over.”
I can’t help it, I blush. His words aren’t exactly romantic, but I can get behind the sentiment. “Well, then what are you waiting for? Kiss me.”
Sam doesn’t kiss me right away, though. He snakes his arms around my waist, pulling me to him in a tender embrace, and I throw my arms around his neck. He spends the next few moments staring at me. His eyes roam my face as if committing details to memory before he lays his mouth on mine.
Not the fiery, hungry ravaging I expect. No, this is soft, full of affection, and it’s dizzying. He’s kissing me. Legitimately, delicately, attentively kissing me. I give in to the headiness and allow his strong arms to cradle me as his lips caress my own.
He eases me onto my back, crawling over me and hovering, careful not to crush me. His hand runs down my side, dipping under the hem of my shirt. When he cups my breast to palm my hardened nipple, I suck in a breath. He’s being weirdly gentle. I can’t complain because there’s something incredible sexy about a man who can be tender when he wants to be, but I don’t know that I want Sam to be that guy.
I don’t have much time to think about it because he sits up, pulling me with him to remove my shirt. He takes the initiative and tugs my bra off too. Laying me back down, he reaches behind his head to yank off his own shirt which he tosses across the room. Instead of crawling over me again, he undoes the button on my jeans and removes them.
As I lie here in my underwear, I squirm under his intense gaze. Again, he scans my length like he’s memorizing every curve of my body. When he looks me in the eye, I watch his irises darken, a desire burning in them, but he doesn’t make a move. He just stares.
Trailing his palms up my legs, he leans down, coming back to hover once more. He brings his face close to mine. His eyes flick back and forth briefly before he connects our mouths. The same tender kiss as earlier, but this time, I melt when his lips touch mine.
Even the way his hands move is different. He’s not groping or pawing, he’s massaging. He’s caressing. It’s like I’m a porcelain doll and he doesn’t want to scratch my delicate finish. I’m eating it up.
When his hand slides between my thighs and his fingers brush over my very wet panties, I moan.
He swallows the sound and presses harder against my apex. Peppering kisses across my cheek, he puts his lips to my ear. “I want to make this last. So you have something to think about for the next two weeks.”
All I can do is nod, as I’m lost in a haze of desire.
“I’m going to take the lead, okay?” He waits for confirmation before he continues. “If you want me to stop at any time, just say the word, Brynn.” He goes back to kissing lightly down my throat to my chest, stopping to suck on my nipples before moving down my stomach. When he gets to the waistband of my panties, he pauses to slide them off.
After dropping my underwear to the floor, he runs his hand up one leg while kissing his way up the other. His lips brush the skin of my inner thigh as he lifts my leg over his shoulder.
With bated breath, I watch him spread me open and rest his fingers on my clit. My head falls back. The sensation is always great, but with the way he’s been touching me tonight, it’s heavenly. His name rolls off my tongue in soft whispers.
“I love the way you say my name.” He slides his fingers inside me, pulsing them slowly but deliberately. “I want to hear you scream it, though.” With that, he glides his tongue over my clit, laving it gently.
I practically come on contact.
Neither of us has gone down on the other, but I’m damn glad he’s doing it now. I don’t know how the guy does it, but every time he touches me, whether in a new way or not, it’s sensational. His tongue moves in circles, varying the pressure every few seconds. His fingers move in and out of me so fluidly. I’m bucking against his mouth within minutes.
When he hums, it vibrates through me, and I come undone. My whole body shudders with release. Sam grabs onto my hip with his free hand and holds me in place. He slows his movements, his tongue making languid circles as his fingers slowly slip out me. Once I’m done convulsing, he gently kisses my center before backing away.
“Beautiful and delicious,” he whispers against my skin.
That can’t be what I heard, right? “Hm?”
“Nothing.” He crawls over me, peppering kisses all the way to my collarbone. “I want to do that all the time.”
“Deal.”
He chuckles, and his breath on my skin elicits goosebumps. “But I can’t help but notice you weren’t screaming my name.”
“Too busy coming.”
A choking sound emanates from his throat, and I giggle. His lips brush down my chest to my nipple, which he flicks with his tongue. “Can I try again?”
“If at first you don’t succeed...”
He takes my nipple fully into his mouth and slides his palm down my inner thigh. I twist a hand into his hair, pulling him closer. His fingers glide up my slit, grazing my still sensitive clit, and I gasp.
“Too much?” he asks with my nipple between his teeth.
I shake my head. “Just still thrumming.”
“Good. I can take my time, then.” He pulls away, sitting up to shuck his pants and boxers. He pulls a condom from his pocket, tears it open and rolls it down his hard cock. Turning back to me, he grabs my hips and nudges me over onto my stomach. He helps position me so I’m bracing myself on the arm of the couch, and he sidles up from behind. The tip of his cock teases entrance.
I press my ass backward, inviting his tip inside, but he grabs my hips and holds me still. “Not yet,” he whispers.
I feel the absence of his dick, but his fingers replace it. They slip inside me and begin pumping hard and fast. Pressure builds quickly, making his name spill from my lips.
“Louder,” he orders, and pumps into me faster.
I moan out his name in one long syllable.
“Almost there.” His voice is a deep growl now.
“Sam… Please…” I beg, needing to feel him. All of him.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me, Sam.” Before I finish the words, his cock thrusts inside me. His grip tightens as he furiously pounds against my hips.
The tenderness is long gone. This is primal. This is animalistic. This is fucking. And I like it. I like it so much, I let myself go and shout his name. The more I scream, the faster he thrusts. The sound of skin slapping skin mingles with my shouts and his grunts. It’s a damn fuck-fest in here.
Sam leans over, pressing his chest to my back, and one of his hands snakes between my thighs. His fingers find my swollen clit once more. “Come on my dick, Brynn.”
I love the way he orders me to orgasm. So much so, I obey every single time he does it. My body shudders, but this time, Sam doesn’t stop.
He slows down enough to flip me onto my back again. He adjusts his position without removing his cock from me until I’m settled. “Comfortable?” he asks.
I nod.
“Good.” He lifts my leg to hook his elbow under my knee, and leans down so his lips brush mine. “Now, let’s finish with something we’ll both remember.” Closing his mouth over mine, he begins thrusting.
I’m expecting the hard and fast type of fucking we just did, but once again, I’m surprised. Sam thrusts into me, but it’s slow and deliberate. His whole body ebbs and flows in one fluid motion. And he kisses me the whole time. Even when he speeds up, his lips never leave mine.
My hands roam everywhere. I can’t get enough of the way he feels under my fingertips. So soft, yet so hard at the same time, I crave the sensation of skin to skin with him.
With one strong kiss, Sam lifts up, but continues to thrust. I search his eyes, wanting some hint as to what he’s thinking, but all I can do is get lost in the deep brown irises. The deepest of muddy pools that sparkle in the setting sunlight.
“I want to watch you while you come,” he whispers.
One huge breath shakes from my lips, and I close my eyes. I let the sounds of his grunts and groans fill my ears. His lavender and sage scent infiltrates my nostrils, tantalizing my brain. His warmth radiates off him, burning my skin. I want it all. I want him. Every bit of him I can get.
His thrusts speed up, so I roll my hips. I feel his hair tickle my chest as he dips his head. “Sam,” I moan softly. Digging my nails into his back, I buck my hips against his and repeat his name in increasingly louder increments.
He lets out a strained growl, and slides his hand between us, his thumb finding my sensitive nub. “Come for me, baby.”
His use of an endearing nickname doesn’t have time to faze me because, like always, he tells me to come, and I do. But this time, it’s different. The sensuality of the moment, the tenderness of his touch, the soft tone in his voice, it’s enough to not only make me orgasm, but to put stars in my vision.
Maybe it’s because it’s my third one of the night, but it feels better than any one I’ve had before. It’s not only an orgasm, it’s an orgasmic experience. I’m wracked with waves of pleasure as I clench around Sam’s erection. I want this moment to last forever.
But it doesn’t.
Sam holds out as long as he can before he pulses inside me, shuddering with his own release. He collapses onto me, both of us struggling to breathe. When he finally regains enough strength to move, he rolls to the side, cupping my cheek and turning my head.
Adoration pours from his eyes, but I chalk it up to his high endorphins from the intense sex we just had.
Sam’s thumb strokes my cheek. “I wish I could keep this moment forever.”
“What?” I jerk my head back, all three centimeters it’ll move.
“I, uh… I mean this.” He gestures down my naked form. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come.”
“Oh.” I roll my eyes behind closed eyelids. I don’t know what I thought he meant, or what I wanted him to mean, but that wasn’t it. Remember, Brynn, this is an agreement, not a relationship.