Chapter 4, the time Sam visited Santana in Kentucky

To say she was surprised when Sam called her, saying that he was in Kentucky was an understatement. Mainly because she had barely spoken to him since she graduated. But she had invited him to her dorm anyway because sadly enough she didn't have anything else planned on a Saturday night after her cheerleading practice and there wasn't much to do anyways when everybody she met basically sucked. She was cleaning up a bit (her roommate was a complete slob) when Sam texted her saying that he was on his way. She quickly changed in to a clean tank and put on a pair of jean shorts and headed out to meet him knowing that Sam would probably get lost trying to find her building, nevermind her room.

Once she saw him, she waved to catch his attention. Sam wrapped her up in a bear hug and she was reminded of how he had hugged her just like this when he moved back to Ohio two years ago. She breathed in his smell, he still wore the same cologne, it was one she had bought him when they dated and it made her smile. Having him so close to her made her realize not only that she hadn't seen him in a couple of months, but that she hadn't spent more than ten minutes alone with him since last summer. She bit her lip, secretly wondering if there would be any awkwardness.

"I brought beer." He grinned as he showed her the bags.

"And I have tequila." She smirked back as they headed back to her dorm, her previous thought gone. They made small talk as they walked. Santana pretended to care as he talked about his family and Sam pretended that he didn't know that Brittany and Santana were having issues dealing with the distance.

"I kicked my roommate out for the night, you can stay in her bed." Santana said as they entered her room.

"You didn't have to do that." Sam shrugged of his jacket and hung it up while looking around.

"It's fine, she can crash with somebody else. She's a slut anyways." Santana rolled her eyes thinking about her roommate as she put the beers in the mini fridge before getting comfortable on her small bed, her back against the wall and legs crossed. "So why did you call me?" She raised an eyebrow "And don't tell me it's because you missed my insults."

Sam sat down next to her in a similar position and sighed. "Maybe I missed you? And it's not like I'm in Kentucky often or anything."

"Liar." She nudged his shoulder with her own "Just tell me."

When she didn't get a response from the blonde boy she nudged him a little harder wanting an answer but she knew that he could be just as stubborn as her. Before she said anything else Sam moved off the bed.

"I need beer." He muttered as he ran a hand through his messy blonde hair.

"They aren't cold yet." She argued but accepted the bottle he handed her anyway.

"Like you care." He teased and sat down on the bed again, further away from her this time. Santana put some on some music and faced him again with a serious face.

"Did Brittany send you to check on me?"

Sam looked down at his bottle and muttered a yes, not soon after he looked up at her "And I was worried about you too. I mean you barely speak to anyone besides Britt anymore. Not even me or Quinn."

"I'm fine Trouty." She huffed and took a couple of long drinks from her bottle "I've been busy that's all."

"Fine." Sam knew that he wouldn't get anymore information out of her and instead changed the subject "I like your room, it's very you. At least this side of it."

Santana smiled around the neck of the bottle "Yeah, my roommate didn't let me decorate her side too. But I did what I could." There was a picture of her and Brittany on her nightstand and for some reason she couldn't bring herself to look at it for more than a couple of seconds. It was harder being away from her girlfriend than she thought it would be, it wasn't the same talking to her over the phone or on Skype. She missed the kisses and hand holding. The light caress of hands and smiles that was only preserved for her. She missed having someone pressed against her at night and hands on her body that wasn't her own. And she was horny. God was she horny. She let her eyes slowly travel over Sam knowing what he looked like naked . He looked even better than he did the last time she saw him, his hair was longer and his muscles looked even more defined under his shirt. Santana bit down on her bottom lip as her mind started to wonder thinking about the last time they were alone together. How his abs had tensed under her touch, how he had groaned as he fucked her ass and how his lips felt against her own. Those lips that could bring her to mind blowing orgasms over and over again. Fuck.

"Well I like it." Sam's words brought Santana back to the present.

"I need tequila." Santana quickly moved around the room, getting the bottle out from underneath her desk and two shot glasses. "I don't have lemon or salt." She quickly filled the glasses before Sam had the chance to object. She needed to stop thinking about Sam's lips and getting drunk was her way to do it. She raised the glass in a sort of toast and quickly downed the shot and smiled when she felt the familiar burn down her throat and settling in her stomach.

Sam watched Santana with fascination. He hadn't missed the way she looked at him and smirked before taking his shot too. Santana had never been good at hiding when she was horny and not seeing Brittany was probably taking a toll on her. Sam knew just how annoyed Santana could get when she wasn't getting any, him had been the cause of that annoyance on occasion. Deciding to have a little fun and mess with her he moved forward on the bed so he could run his hands up and down her naked legs.

"Whatcha doin' there Gups?" Santana looked down at his hands but not moving away.

"Don't know what you're talking about." The smirk was evident on his face as he moved forward even more so Santana was standing between his legs.

"You're and asshole, you know that?" She knew that he was joking around, she could tell by the tone of his voice but that didn't stop the goosebumps on her legs. She knew Sam felt them under his calloused fingertips. He was challenging her and Santana Lopez never backed down from a challenge.

"You've always loved an asshole though." He mummered and stood up. He circled her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as she tried to glare at him. He removed some hair from her shoulder and whispered against her skin. "I like your perfume."

Santana closed her eyes and tried to keep her body from reacting but it was like her body had a mind of it's own as she leaned back against him.

"Thank you." She watched as he circled her once more before sitting down on her bed again. Her breathing was labored and eyes slightly hooded as she reached for his hands and put them back on her thighs.

"You look really great. You know I think these are the shorts you wore the last time we had sex and you let me take you in the ass." His green eyes were darker and his voice lower as his hands ran higher up on the back of her thighs, almost touching her butt before moving them down again. This wasn't a game anymore, he felt himself harden at the thought of her and the look in her eyes told him that he was having the same affect on her.

"You remember what I was wearing that day?" She moved closer to him and straddled him on the bed.

"Yeah, because you gave me head in those shorts and a pink bikini, I will never get that picture out of my head." Sam moved some hair behind her ear and the other settled on her hip.

"What about this picture?" She breathed out against his lips as she rolled her hips against his, rubbing her center on his half hard cock.

"This is a fucking great picture." His warm breath hit her face as their lips almost touched. Santana leaned in closer to him, her lips ghosting over his cheek down to his neck.

"I'm not wearing any underwear." She whispered against his ear and before she knew what was happening Sam tugged her back and kissed her roughly.

"Fuck San," He bit down on her plump bottom lip hard "You said that we wouldn't do this again." He quickly lifted her up and walked her toward her desk and sat her down on it. Her legs were around his hips, pressing him harder against her.

"We wouldn't if you hadn't started with the teasing." She moaned when he sucked and bit on her throat and she tugged at his shirt removing it so she could dig her nails in to his skin.

"Next time don't wear barely there clothes. You know I can't control myself around you." He hissed when she bit down on his nipple and quickly pulled her shirt down exposing her bare chest. "Fuck you weren't kidding." He started to tease one nipple with his fingers as he kissed her again. Their tongues fought for dominance as Santana got his jeans undone and used her feet to push them to the floor with his boxers soon following.

"I want to ride you." She stroked his hard cock with fast movements, her palm circling the head of his cock with every upward stroke. "Sit down on the chair."

"You should know by know that I'm not letting you control this." He tugged her in to a standing position by taking a hold of the shirt around her midsection. Sam quickly got her shorts of and turned her around so she was bent over the desk.

Santana tried to push herself up but Sam trapped her hands behind her back and held them there. With his other hand he traveled the inside of her thigh and ran the tip of his fingers through her wetness. He pushed one finger in and at Santana's moan he pushed another one in, stretching her slightly. Damn she was tight Sam thought as he pulled his fingers out to Santana's displeasure.

"You'll get what you want in a second, don't be a slut." Sam pumped himself a couple of times before positioning himself behind her. He ran the tip through her wetness, much like he did with his fingers and smiled when he bumped her clit. He did it a couple of more times enjoying the way Santana writhed and tried pushing back against him.

"Sam, if you don't..." Santana's threat died the second Sam pushed inside of her in one stroke. "Mmm, fuck I forgot how big you are." She leaned her forehead against the smooth surface of the desk as she adjusted to his size.

"You okay?" Sam wanted to start thrusting hard the second he was surrounded by her heat, but the way her insides were gripping his cock told him that she needed a moment. But it didn't take long before Santana started pushing against him the best she could in her position.

"Move Sam, fuck me." Her words were slightly muffled but Sam heard them clear as day and roughly pushed inside of her.

They fell in to a fast rhythm, their thighs slapping together and loud moans and grunts left their lips drowning out the music Santana had put on earlier. Soon it became hard to keep Santana's arms locked with their fast movements and Sam needed to keep her from moving too much. His hand left her wrists and instead gripped her hips, pushing her back against him harder. He barely noticed when a stack of books fell from the desk on to the floor, soon followed by a picture of the Glee club.

"Yes, pound that pussy baby! You feel so fucking good inside me." The second Santana's hands were free she gripped the edge of the table so hard her knuckles turned white. She couldn't remember the last time she had been fucked this hard and she was loving every minute of it.

"Fucking take it." Sam grunted behind her and she could only nod and moan appreciatively. When Sam took a hold of her hair and pulled her back she followed his movements easily. The way her back arched made Sam hit that sweet spot inside of her with every thrust and she let out a low whimperer.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum." She mumbled over and over like a mantra as the coiling in her stomach intensified. "Don't stop Sam, I'll fucking kill you." The threat didn't have any affect and she knew that, but it made Sam thrust even harder.

"Cum on my cock baby." He licked up her spine and it was the last push Santana needed as her orgasm ripped through her making her entire body tremble.

"Sam! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Sam!" She was screaming and moaning his name in between words that didn't make sense until the waves of pleasure disappeared and she was left with a feeling of contentment.

Sam slowed his movements as she came, drawing it out with long stroked as he mumbled words of encouragement in her ear. When he saw her body visibly relaxing he let go of her hair and her body fell down against the desk. His thrusts kept being deep and slow as Santana gathered her bearings but the moment she started moving back against him again he picked up his pace.

"You like coming on my dick slut?" He was pretty sure Santana would have bruises on her hips by the way he was gripping her. She felt so good, better than anyone he'd ever fucked and he wanted to make this last and not cum too soon since this would probably wouldn't happen again.

"Fuck yes." Santana grunted her voice slightly hoarse from her screaming. She was still sensitive but in the best kind of way. She was getting tired of being on the bottom though, knowing that it made Sam smug. Before he had time to pick up the pace too much she pushed herself up from the desk, forcing the blonde back and causing him to slip out.

"On the chair Sam." She gripped his dick and used her own wetness as lubrication as she stroked him and forced him backwards until he landed on the chair with a slightly annoyed huff. "Don't pout baby." She smirked as she straddled him, her feet on the floor on either side of the chair. She lined up his cock with her dripping folds and sunk down on him.

"Don't be a bitch." Sam tried to guide her movements with his hands on her waist, wanting to get some sort of control back he planted his feet on the floor and pushed up against her.

"I'm always a bitch." She bit down on his earlobe as she started to grind against him, matching his thrust each time. She continued to nibble and suck on his skin, leaving marks on his shoulder and chest as her nails ran down his skin leaving red lines over him.

"San, shit how the hell am I supposed to explain that?" Sam wanted to be angry, since he had no way of hiding the hickeys on his throat but the pain and the fact that Santana was marking him was actually hot. He pulled her in for another hard kiss, his hand around the back of her neck as the other roamed her perfect body before landing on her ass. He squeezed the soft globe before smacking it lightly once.

"Do you really think I care?" She bit on his lip and tugged hard before leaning on his chest with one hand as she started to bounce up and down instead of sliding back and forth. The other hand traveled down her stomach and to her clit. The heat in her lower abdomen had returned and she wanted at least one more orgasm before Sam came which she knew wouldn't be too long. Her eyes closed as she started to get lost in the feeling of Sam's cock inside of her and the sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. Her desire for him was driving her closer to orgasm and she wanted to drive Sam just as crazy as he made her so she stopped moving on top of him.

"What the..." Sam tried to object but was silenced by her lips against his own. Santana picked herself up so only his tip remained inside of her. When she pulled back from their kiss to look at him she had a mischievous glint in her eyes. Sam looked at her with a wondering gaze as he waited for her next move. Then he felt it, her walls trapping his swollen cockhead and she clenched hard around him, the new sensation making him groan loudly. She kept clenching and unclenching as she started to move her hips in a figure eight, rolling her hips with precision. She moved shallowly up and down, mostly focusing on clenching around the head of his dick as her head fell back giving Sam a great view of her naked body and his wet shaft disappearing in to the latina.

"Fucking hell Santana." Sam was having trouble breathing as she moved on top of him, he never felt anything like it. He had no idea how she was able to clench so perfectly tight around him and it made him want to push himself deeper inside her wet heat but at the same time he never wanted her to stop.

"You like that Sammy?" Santana wanted to laugh at the awestruck face he made while nodding vigorously but deciding against it. His fingers were back to holding her hips in a death grip and he started suck on her nipples, alternating between them. She kept rubbing her clit in fast circles, bringing herself closer to orgasm.

Sam was sure that this was how he would die, he was going insane as he got closer to orgasm but never quite getting there. The clenching and unclenching around his sensitive tip made him feel things he'd never felt before and her breasts in his face made him groan as he saw small marks forming on her tan skin where his teeth had bit down or he'd sucked extra hard. He bit down on one nipple and pulled. He smiled around the flesh when Santana breathed out his name breathlessly.

"Sam, keep doing that, fuck, just like that." She was panting above him, she was right on the edge. Not being able to hold herself up as well with the strain on her calves and her impending orgasm she sunk back down on all the way on him. "Move baby, I'm so close." The words came out muffled against his neck and in between moans as her movements became sloppy. Sam didn't complain as he was surrounded by the heat once again, her walls contracting around him.

"Yeah San, cum, cum for me." Sam thrusted up hard against her, his own balls tightening as Santana started to tense on top of him. A few more forceful thrusts and Sam came hard, Santana's name mixed with profanities leaving his lips with loud groans.

Fuck yes! Take my cum baby." His cock painted her insides white as a stream of his cum erupted from his swollen head.

When Santana felt Sam cum inside of her she was pushed to her limit too and came with trembling thighs and a high pitched moan. The seemingly never ending ropes of cum shooting in to her prolonged her orgasm and small whimpers escaped her as her fingers slowly rubbed her clit until the last wave of her orgasm left her and she collapsed on top of him. After catching her breath she slowly climbed off the blonde boy and stood on wobbly legs and headed to her bed.

"You're still sleeping in the other bed. And don't mention this ever." She put on his shirt laying on the floor and climbed in to her bed.

"Yeah yeah yeah, just wake me up when you want seconds."