Chapter 4

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SAM

The dinner had been excruciating for the most part, but now it was over. Sam was going insane having to watch Puck all over Mercedes. And her playing along. He was so pissed, but it had been his damn idea.

He was walking Quinn back to her place since it was so close to the restaurant. They honestly had nothing in common, but her father was a huge client of the company and he needed to keep that work relationship on good terms. They got to Quinn's building.

"Thanks for walking me home, Sam." Quinn said.

"Of course. So, I guess we'll be talking…" Sam let his sentence trail off because they both knew there would be no second date.

Quinn smiled, "Have a good night Sam." And she turned and walking into her lobby.

Sam's place was only a few blocks away, he could walk home and be there in 5 minutes. He started to walk towards his place, but his mind kept going to Mercedes in that amazing dress and her smile and her contagious laugh. He started to slow his walk down a bit and before he really knew what he was doing, he was hailing a cab.

A cab pulled over and Sam hopped in and gave Mercedes' address. She had to be home by now. But what if she and Puck decided to go someplace else for a drink? Or worse, what if he was in her place with her? He pushed those thoughts down and tried to calm his nerves. What the hell was he doing? What if she said it wasn't appropriate for him to be there? Fuck, Sam. Stop thinking! Great, there go my hands getting all sweaty.

The cab pulled up to her building. Sam just stared up at it. He gave the cabbie his fare and got out. Oh shit! How the hell am I going to get in? I don't know the code. Then, he saw someone was coming down the hallway to leave the building. He sprinted up the steps and acted like he belonged there. The man held open the door for him and he got into the elevator and pushed the 17th floor, just like on Tuesday night when they dropped off her bags. Had it really only been a few days since she arrived?

The elevator doors opened on her floor. He wiped his hands on his pants for the hundredth time and walked to her door. And knocked.

He heard her walking to the door and saw the light disappear through the peephole while she looked through it. Then the door slowly opened. She looked so damn sexy in her almost see through white shirt and short shorts.

"What are you doing here, Sam?" she asked.

"I don't know," Sam answered, "What am I doing here?"

They just stared at each other for about 10 seconds before they both flew forward crashing into each other with a longing that took over his whole body. They were kissing so passionately, her tongue was in his mouth, his tongue in hers. He walked her backwards into her place and slammed the door shut and threw her against it. Their lips never left each other but their hands were both tearing all over each other's bodies. He lifted her up by her ass and groaned when he grabbed it and her shorts had lifted so he was touching her bare skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist and was unbuttoning his shirt. He couldn't make his hands leave her perfect ass, so he just continued to massage it while she grinded on his hardness that seemed like it was trying to bust its way out of his pants.

He pulled her away from the door, still carrying her and walked to her bedroom. The change in scenery made them slow down a little. He gently laid her on the bed and just looked at her.

"You are so damn beautiful Mercedes." Sam marveled.

"Come here," Mercedes said softly.

He sat down next to her while she sat up and slowly took off his shirt while running her fingers down his chest and arms. They started to kiss again, but this time with tenderness. He pulled away and started to take her shirt off. When it was still coming off over her head, he took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Mercedes let out a low moan as he sucked one nipple and twisted the other one with his fingers. He took his other hand and put it in her shorts and felt how wet she was. It was his turn to moan as he felt her wetness all over his fingers.

"Mercedes," Sam started to say.

"Shhh," Mercedes told him.

She pulled down her shorts and gently pushed him down onto the bed. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants all while kissing his chest and neck and sucking his ear. Sam was going to lose his mind. He needed to be inside of her.

She pulled down his pants and boxer briefs in one motion and then she took him into her mouth.

"Shit Mercedes! Oh shit." Sam sputtered.

After she worked on him for a while, she sat up and straddled him. Sam stopped breathing in anticipation.

"Sam, do you have a condom?" Mercedes asked.

"In my wallet in my pants pocket."

Mercedes scrambled to get it. She pulled it out of the wallet and threw it to him. He opened it and rolled it down his shaft. The whole time they were looking into each other's eyes. Sam grabbed her by her hips and brought her back up to straddle him. They never broke eye contact as she slowly brought herself down onto him. When he entered her they both let out long moans. She rode him and Sam couldn't focus on anything. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. She was amazing.

"Mercedes, slow down. I don't want to come yet."

She slowed and lay down on top of him. He rolled her over and was on top of her moving in and out of her slowly. They were both at the brink. He started to pump in and out of her at a faster pace.

"Sam, Sam! Oh my God, you're going to make me come!"

"Mercedes, oh shit, shit SHIT!" And he released at the same time that she yelled and started to shudder.

He collapsed on top of her. He went to kiss her. They kissed and smiled looking at each other.

"Wow, Mercedes, you are amazing on so many levels."

Mercedes looked at him, "Sam, I have to tell you, I am not looking for anything serious. I'm only here until the end of the year and if we continue this, it needs to stay light."

Sam wasn't expecting her to say that, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made.

"Simple. No expectations. Fun. I can do that Ms. Jones."

Mercedes lay her head on his stomach and he absentmindedly stroked her back. This was nice.

"Mercedes? I don't think we should say anything to Puck about this. It would just make things complicated and it may be better to just keep it between us." He said.

"Really?" she said looking up at him, "Okay, you know him best. Now, what do you say to some ice cream?" She hopped up and threw on his button down shirt and walked out of the room. Sam had the biggest smile on his face. This had turned out to be an amazing night. Keep it simple, Sam, he thought to himself. Simple, I can do this.