8. Sam #2
But I got little Sammy under control and forced myself to focus on the present.
“I look through the window, and you’re acting like you’re in the circus, balancing on a tightrope!”
Her eyes bugged out at my anger. Granted, I didn’t have much reason to be pissed about anything.
Alright, I didn’t have a leg to stand on.
It had been over a week, and I hadn’t so much as stopped in to talk to her. Frankly, I’d purposely ignored her, not wanting to make the situation even worse.
“I was working!”
“You shouldn’t be on a ladder with no one around. What if you fell and hurt yourself?”
She scoffed at that. “The only reason I would fall is if someone stormed into the shop and scared the shit out of me!”
“You could have fallen!”
“I was doing just fine,” she retorted. “I do this stuff all the time.”
The confession made my heart skip a beat for all the wrong reasons. The thought of her getting on ladders, holding drills, doing all the things a man should do just didn’t sit right with me.
“Well, you shouldn’t.” Snatching the drill out of her hands, I ignored her gasp of protest. “Just tell me what you need done, and I’ll take care of it.”
“Excuse me,” she said, yanking the drill out of my hand. “I can do this without your help.”
“I’ll help you,” I gritted my teeth, tearing the drill back out of her hands.
“Why are you being like this? I don’t need your help!”
In truth, I had no clue why I was reacting like this. The only thing I was positive about was that when I saw her on the ladder, all I wanted to do was rush in here and make sure she didn’t hurt herself.
“Just tell me what you need done.”
Nostrils flaring, hands on her hips, anger brimming in her eyes…Fuck it.
I tossed the drill to the floor and slammed my lips down on hers, wrapping my hands around the curves of her waist. Her back hit the bookshelf, and then her leg wrapped around my waist, tugging me closer to her.
Groaning, I tore my lips from hers, sliding my tongue down her neck as my hands trailed over her luscious body.
Fuck, every inch of her was so fucking sweet.
From the skirt she wore to the top that was tied at the waist, I wanted to tear it all from her body and see that creamy skin underneath that tempted me into doing the stupidest things.
“Windows,” she gasped as I suckled at the base of her throat.
Grabbing her ass, I hauled her into my arms and carried her into the back room, barely kicking the door shut before I had her pressed against it again.
Tearing her shirt open, buttons flew around the room, but none of that mattered as my tongue slid over her perfect skin, laving at her nipple poking through her bra.
“Fuck,” I groaned, ripping the cup down. Sucking the pebbled bud into my mouth, I hissed as she speared her fingers through my hair and yanked hard, nearly pulling out the strands.
“Sam,” she gasped, her body jerking beneath my touch.
My tongue trailed down her belly, sliding along the waistband of her skirt. My fingers itched to touch her skin, to part her legs and feel her slick pussy.
To taste her.
Grasping her skirt, I tugged it up and shoved my nose against her panties. Fuck, her scent was intoxicating. I nipped at her, chuckling when she spasmed against me.
“Put your leg around my shoulder,” I ordered as my fingers slipped beneath the band of her panties.
As soon as her leg was on my shoulder, I tore the material, staring at the slick pussy waiting for me with only a small thatch of curls for me to bury my face in.
“S-Sam,” she whimpered, her fingers curling in my hair.
I didn’t waste another second, taking the taste I so desperately needed. And once I felt her explode on my tongue, I knew I would never get enough of her. She quivered in my arms as I took what I wanted, licked every inch of her pussy, and drove her to the point of screaming my name.
And it was better than any high I’d ever gotten in the ring.
Shoving the material out of the way, I tore my lips from her sweet pussy and got to my feet, crushing my lips to hers.
Her fingers were at my shorts, yanking them down before I had a chance to, and then her leg was wrapped around my waist as I lifted her against the wall and shoved my cock deep inside her.
Eyes closed, lips parted, and a look of pure ecstasy on her face was all I needed to move my hips and take her against the wall. I’d remember that look on her face for the rest of my fucking life.
“Fuck, Cassie,” I groaned as her pussy clenched around me.
Gritting my teeth, I pushed through the way her body tightened around me, pulsing as she came hard. Fuck, I wasn’t going to last long, not when she was strangling my cock like this.
My hips slammed against her with every thrust. Fingers tore at my hair, and her cries were deafening. And I loved every fucking second of it.
Gripping her hair, I latched onto her neck, sucking hard just before she tightened around me again, making it painful as I thrust into her one last time and spilled my cum deep inside her.
Her hands slipped free from my scalp, falling at her sides before her legs gave out and she nearly crumbled at my feet.
Scooping her up in my arms, I kicked off my shorts, then headed for the desk chair, planting my naked ass in it with her in my lap while my heart attempted to recover from the heart attack I’d nearly jjust had.
“You’re all sweaty,” she murmured, her eyes still closed as she rested her head against my chest.
“I was out for a run. And then you scared the shit out of me with that ladder thing.”
She chuckled against my chest, not moving. “I was just putting up a bookshelf.”
“Don’t you have anyone who can do that for you?” I grumbled, pressing my lips into her sweat-soaked hair.
She shook her head, sighing slightly. “Don’t need anyone. I put this whole shop together.”
“Did you,” I chuckled.
“I’ve got skills.”
“Oh, I know you do.”
Finally, she lifted her head, smacking my chest as she glared at me. “Skills beyond that.”
Chuckling, I pressed my lips to hers, getting lost in the moment as her tongue slid against mine.
This was a new sensation to me. I’d never really taken any interest in kissing a woman, or even sitting with one cuddled up in my arms. But at that moment, I could sit there all day with her, just kissing her and listening to the cute little noises she made.
“I’m all sweaty and gross,” she murmured.
“Who gives a fuck?”
“I do,” she laughed against my lips. “I have to open the shop soon.”
“It’s six-thirty.”
My tongue slid against hers, our breaths mingling in a fiery passion I hadn’t ever felt before. I traced the line of her jaw with my fingers, desperate to feel her smooth skin as my tongue tangled with hers.
But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Not when she was in my lap and her pussy was so fucking close. I slid my hand under her skirt, trailing my fingers up higher and higher until that warm, wet pussy met my fingertips.
She whimpered as I brushed my knuckles over her clit, drawing shivers from her as I kissed her harder.
She mumbled my name against my lips, but I didn’t stop, didn’t think of anything but making her come all over me.
And kissing her.
Fuck, I never wanted to stop kissing her.
Sliding two fingers inside her warmth, I slowly pumped them, kissing her harder. My tongue tangled with hers as her gasps and moans filled the air. Her fingers trailed over my neck, clawing at my skin, and still, I didn’t stop.
“S-Sam,” she gasped as her pussy clenched hard around my fingers.
Cum coated my fingers as she pressed her lips to mine, whimpering as I thrust harder inside her, never stopping, never giving her a second’s reprieve.
Not until she cried out, squeezing my neck so damn tight as her body spasmed uncontrollably in my arms.
Slowly, I slid my fingers from her warmth, never letting my lips leave hers for even a second.
I was addicted.