Samantha
SAMANTHA
T he tension in the air is palpable, a pulsing energy of nerves and thirst. God, I want him. It’s obvious now that he wants me just as much. If we do give in, maybe the desire will fade, the tension will dissipate, and we can go back to normal. But with how his gaze has me pinned right now, I don’t think I’d be able to look at him and not remember the pure, unwavering lust in his eyes. Having sex could change things for the worse and make things more complicated at work. But right now, my desire toward him overrides all of my efforts to suppress them.
“Sam," he whispers, and his breath on my lips makes the heaviness between my thighs almost unbearable. I shiver. I whisper back.
”Chandler.” My breathing is heavy, and my heart is beating so loud that I’m sure he can hear it. He kisses me, and it’s breathless. His tongue is slick against mine, and my hands go to his hair. He grabs my hips and sets me on his lap so that I'm straddling him. Goosebumps rise on my skin at the feeling of his hand roaming from my cheek to my collarbone, between the valley of my breasts and down my stomach, slow and agonizing. His hands slide around my hips, gripping my ass, and I roll my hips into him. He groans against my mouth, and I feel his fingers digging into my ass through my shorts when he rolls his hips up to meet me. I moan against his mouth, feeling his hardness pressing against my core. I’m soaked, and the ache between my legs is unbearable. We shouldn’t have sex. I know we shouldn’t have sex, but I also don’t want to stop.
“Chandler," I get out, breathless over his lips.
He murmurs. “Hmm?”
His lips move to my neck to kiss the skin there, and I gasp when his teeth nip at my pulse.
“We shouldn’t…” I hardly recognize the neediness in my voice, but I’m so turned on I can hardly think straight.
“I know," he says and bites my pulse again, making me moan.
“I know," he says again, and his lips work their way back to my mouth. I pull him closer to me by his shoulders, and I feel almost delirious with desire. He kisses my cheek and nibbles on my ear. I shiver at the feeling of his hot breath on my ear when he whispers, "But god, do I want to.”
His voice is thick and hoarse, and it makes my heart flutter. I close my eyes, wanting to take this further, afraid of what it would mean for us. But god, I want to come, and he feels so good against me that I think I'll go insane if we stop. He pulls away and looks into my eyes. His blue eyes are dark with lust.
"Will you let me touch you?"
I don't hesitate to answer. "Yes."
It barely comes out as a whisper, and he wastes no time, covering his mouth with mine again and undoing the button of my shorts, pressing his thumb between my legs over the fabric. His kiss swallows the sound that escapes my throat when he slides his tongue over mine. He twists our bodies to the side so I'm laying on my back on the floor next to the bed and hooks his thumbs into my shorts and underwear, pulling them both off at once and casting them to the side.
"Fuck," he groans when his finger lightly strokes the wetness between my folds, and I let out a hitched breath. “Fuck, Sam. You're so fucking wet.”
He rubs my clit in circles with his thumb, and I already feel like I'm close to the edge. When I look down at him, his mouth is inches from my center, and his cloudy eyes are looking right between my legs where he's touching me. I release a shaky breath. He slides his finger over my opening, teasing me, and I'm almost shaking with anticipation.
"You're such a tease." My voice is raspy and low. He releases a breathy laugh.
"Takes one to know one."
When he finally slides his finger into me, I bite my lower lip to keep whatever sound that wants to escape inside. "God, you're so sexy," he whispers, and I feel his heated breath on my inner thigh. He kisses the sensitive skin near my core, and I suck in a breath. He adds a second finger, curling upward, and I fail to fight the sound that escapes my lips. "Why are you holding back, Sam? Show me how much you like it," he rasps.
"So fucking sexy," he whispers again, and I feel his hot breath right on my clit. "No holding back from me, Sam. I want to hear how much you like me touching you."
I feel every word he speaks on my core and let out a whimper of desperation. It turns into a loud moan when his thumb rubs my clit. “That’s it. Good girl.”
Good girl.
God. Two words have never made me feel so good.
He curls his fingers again as he works them quickly in and out of me.
“So desperate to come, aren’t you, Sam? ”
Fuck yes. I’m desperate to come, desperate for him to make me come.
“God, I love the face you’re making right now,” he whispers and I shiver at his words.
He slows the pace of his fingers, and I cry out in frustration, moving my hips to ride them, but he places his other hand on my hip to keep me from moving. Startled, I open my eyes to see the heated look in his eyes, and it sends a thrill through me.
“No, you don’t. We’re going to make this last.” Another slow stroke. “How many times have you gotten this wet for me, Sam? I know it’s not the first time.”
My breath hitches when he works my clit harder. I arch my hips, the pleasure starting to boil over.
“Won’t be the last time, either.”
“Fuck Chandler," I breathe out. I roll my hips to ride his fingers, and he doesn't stop me this time.
“Tell me," he says, his voice demanding but teasing.
“Fuck you, Chandler," I groan.
“Do you think of me when you touch yourself, Sam?” He asks, and when I don’t respond, his fingers come to a halt inside of me. I let out a whimper and shifted my hips upward, desperate for him to continue. “I’m waiting for an answer.”
“You wish," I breathe out and start riding his fingers.
“Do you?” He says again. I give in, nodding, my eyes closed. This time, he moves his fingers quickly in, and I’m panting. I can hear the wet sounds coming from him slamming into me with his fingers. God, he’s so fucking good at this.
“Are you going to come for me, Sam?” His voice is dark, moving his thumb in circles on my clit again, making me bite my lip .
“Yes," I squeak out. I feel his fingers curl inside of me now, working in short, quick movements.
“Fuck, Sam, you should see how sexy you look right now.”
All words are lost when I try to speak. I’m close to the edge, my eyes shut tight, the pleasure overwhelming, and it's all from his fingers.
“Come for me, Sam.”
I let out another throaty moan. The pressure climbing and climbing until it releases, and my juices flow all over his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you come,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
He slides his fingers from me slowly, and I shiver when he circles my opening, his fingers still covered in my juices.
I sit up from the floor and place my hands on his shoulders, pressing his back against the side of the bed. I place my knees on either side of him and grind against him, feeling him against my center. He groans, his eyes closing.
"Your turn," I whisper.
He groans again when I kiss and bite his neck, and my heart skips a beat. I want to hear more.
“God, Sam.” His voice is breathless and low, and it makes my stomach flip.
I trail my hand down his chest over his abs and dip my hand into his shorts, taking him in my hand. It’s hard, rigid. And big. Really big.
“God, Sam," he breathes out when I stroke his cock up and down. I pull my hand away and slide down his body, kissing his clothed sternum and his chest. I tug on his shorts so I can see all of him. My mouth waters. His cock is standing erect right in front of me, and it’s fucking beautiful. Every inch of him is gorgeous. I grab the base of his cock and move my hand up and down with a slow stroke, watching him. His lips are parted, and his eyes are closed. “And you call me a tease."
He feels big, smooth, and warm in my hand, and I feel the throbbing in my core again.
He bucks up into my hand, and I move faster, using my other hand to play with his balls.
"Fuck, Sam," he groans. "I'm already going to come."
“Good.”
I tug and massage his balls while I move my hand up and down his cock, biting and kissing his neck.
"I know you think of me when you jerk off,' I whisper in his ear.
“Damn right," he groans. “You think of me too.”
“Every time.” I nip his neck again, and he shudders.
“Fuck," he breathes with a shudder. He's panting as he bucks up quickly into my hand and groans when he releases all over my hand and our stomachs. He looks at me, his eyes still dark, and runs his hand over my hair. We’re both still breathing heavily. My stomach is fluttering, and my cheeks are still burning from what he just did. I slide off of his lap, feeling sweaty, tired, and satisfied. Chandler really knows what he’s doing. Not surprising, considering his track record. I always knew he’d be good in bed, even just using his fingers. And I’ve never felt so dirty and desired in my entire life. Despite this, I know we should’ve stopped while we were ahead. This needs to be a one-time thing. It can’t happen again, no matter how much I want it to.