A/N: Hope every one had a great Easter! We had made it! Samcedes shall grace our screen once more tomorrow!. Thanks for all the alerts, reviews and support, they are my muse. Thanks to my beta Jill who is so awesome
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee but if I did Samcedes will have their own spin off series...Enjoy!
Chapter Ten
Sam and Mercedes finally climbed out of bed and headed back to the bathroom to take another shower, but only after they had promised each other that they was going to take a shower…
Period.
The rule was no touching….
Because touching will lead to caressing…
And caressing will lead to kissing…
And kissing will lead to licking…
And licking will lead to sucking…
And sucking will lead to fucking…
"So we are clear on the rule," Mercedes said breathlessly, getting lost in Sam's eyes. "We take a shower and get out."
Sam nodded. "Right," he agreed, putting his hands behind his back to prevent himself from giving into temptation. "We take a shower and get out." He echoed.
"Good," Mercedes smiled weakly. "And what is the rule?"
"No touching." He answered, not fully convinced that it would work.
Sam opened the sliding door to the shower and backed away to allow her to step in first. Mercedes moved to the back of the stall as Sam entered and shut the door behind them.
They looked at each other longingly…
Mercedes wasn't sure if she could handle being in close proximity of a naked, gorgeous Sam Evans and not touch him, seeing him standing under the showerhead looking so fucking hot as the water ran down his lean and tone body was pure torture.
Her brown eyes glazed over in desire…
Sam's generous mouth turned up in a smile. His kiss-swollen lips beckoned her to reach out and touch them…
Suck them…
Fuck them…
"The water is great," he said, trying to start a conversation about anything and everything that would keep his mind from thinking how much he wanted to join his body with hers…
Having her silky, soft mahogany skin pressed against his as they moved together…
Dance together in the slow rhythm of their own beat…
His green eyes travelled wantonly down her curvy body…
He blew out a breath of frustration…
There was no fucking way he was going to abide by the no touching rule…
It was just a matter of time…
Sam grabbed the shower gel from the rack and stepped to the side, pressing his back against the wall in an effort not to touch Mercedes as she moved forward to stand under the showerhead.
"This isn't going to fucking work," Mercedes said to herself. She lifted her hair off her neck and placed it in a messy bun. She closed her eyes and let the warm water rain down her sensitive skin. The butterflies within her stirred, reminding her how much she craved Sam.
She opened her eyes and gulped…
Sam was fist fucking his cock…
"Sammy?" she questioned, not taking her eyes off his hand.
"The rule didn't say anything about not touching ourselves." He said defiantly, looking into her chocolate brown eyes. "There are always ways around the rules." A crooked smile played on his lips.
"Sam…" Mercedes whispered, taking a deep breath. "I can't…you can't…"
"I can't what, Mercy?" he smirked, knowing he was getting to her. "I'm not distracting you, am I?"
"N-no," she lied, chewing on her bottom lip.
"Liar," Sam grunted, moving his hand a little faster. "I know you want to wrap your pretty little hands around my cock and jerk me off…hell, I want your pretty little hands around my cock jerking me off."
"Sam…"
"Mercy…" he moaned, licking his lips; before Mercedes knew what was happening, Sam had snaked his arm around her waist and attached his lips to hers. He took one of her pretty little hands and placed it around his cock, all thoughts about the no touching rule – forgotten.
"Mmmm…" Mercedes moaned, parting her lips for Sam's tongue. What was the hell was she thinking? There was no way possible that they would be able to keep their hands off each other! She moved her hand in a slow steady twisting motion as she slid her hand up and down his erection.
"Oh Mercy…" Sam gasped, as they broke the kiss to come up for air. He swallowed hard, causing his Adams apple to bob up and down as he began to move his pelvis in rhythm to Mercedes' strokes. "Fuck baby this feels good." he hissed. "Mmmm…mmmm…"
Mercedes began to pant, the ache between her legs, fueled by watching Sam's reaction as she fist fucked him, increased. She licked her lips; she had never seen a more beautiful sight. As she continued to fist fuck him, she focused her attention on his sexy chest; her mouth watered at the thought of chewing on his erect pink nipples.
She leaned over and slowly licked his chest, savoring the sweet taste…
She outlined his erect nipples with the tip of her tongue…
Sam's breath hitched in his throat, the sensuous touches of Mercedes' tongue dancing across his chest coupled with the fist fucking she was giving him; Sam had a hard time concentrating on anything else. His knees buckled as he leaned against the wet tile for support, seconds later he slid to the floor of the shower – taking Mercedes with him.
"Mercy…" he growled lowly in his throat as she continued fist fucking him. "Please don't stop," he moaned, biting his top lip. "I wanna cum…I wanna cum all over your pretty little hand…"
Mercedes sucked his right nipple into her mouth and bit into the tender flesh, Sam threaded his long fingers into her hair, crushing her mouth against his chest. His breathing became labored as Mercedes bit her way across his sexy chest; tattooing it with bite marks.
Sam begged her to increase her strokes…
"Is my Sammy ready to cum?" Mercedes asked in a low husky voice, she had decreased her speed to a snail's pace.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he cried, placing his hand over hers in an effort to get her to fist fuck him faster.
She smacked his hand away…
"Sammy…" she warned him.
"Mercy please…don't do this to me!" he begged, thrusting upward.
"Do what?" she asked in mocked innocence, brushing his hair out of his face with her free hand. "You're so damn beautiful."
"Mercy…" she bit his bottom lip. "Mmmm…hmmmm…." he raised his eyebrows and gave her his trademark lopsided grin.
"Mmmm…hmmmm is right," she moaned, smiling. "Do you know how turned on I am right now?" She released his cock. "Don't worry Sammy, you're going to cum," she assured him, winking, "just not in the way that you think."
Sam held his breath as Mercedes straddled his lap and lowered herself on his cock.
They moaned in unison as their bodies connected…
Mercedes wrapped her arms around his neck…
"Ahhh…shit…" Sam hissed. He immediately cupped her plump ass cheeks, giving them a tight squeeze.
She grabbed a fistful blond hair and crushed his lips beneath hers while simultaneously moving her pelvis is a slow circular motion...
A small moan escaped from her generous lips…
As she bounced up and down on his thick cock…
The sound of bodies slapping together in the dance of love echoed off the shower tiles…
It didn't take long for Sam to feel the familiar stirrings in his abdomen again…
His muscles tightening as he neared his climax…
"Mercy…"
Her name became his mantra…
Mercedes picked up the rhythm…
Her butterflies soaring wildly within her…
Sending her to the cusp…
She tilted her head back and screamed feverishly…
Covering Sam's balls and thighs with cum…
Sam followed moments later…
Mercedes laid her head on his shoulders as she waited for her breathing to returned to normal, Sam wrapped his arms around her, as his ran his fingers through her hair.
"That was…" he whispered.
"Amazing…" she finished, looking up at him with a big smile on her face.
Sam nodded in agreement.
Mercedes chuckled. "It was so stupid of me to think, that the no touching rule was going to work," she said, planting soft kisses on his chest.
"I could've told you that." he replied, smirking. "I love touching you, I love the way your soft body feels next to mine, it makes me feel safe…it lets me know that I am home." He dipped his head and kissed her sweetly on the lips. "Mercy, nothing makes sense without you…nothing."
Mercedes felt the tears forming in her eyes. "I know Sam," she whispered, snuggling closer to him. "I know."
OOOO
They couldn't stop smiling.
Sam and Mercedes had managed to get out of the shower and dressed, but not before Sam insisted that he rubbed her body down with lotion.
Of course she returned the favor.
They were in the kitchen sitting at the table having a cup of coffee, waiting for the homemade buttermilk biscuits to brown.
Mercedes had decided to surprise everyone with brunch.
"Buttermilk biscuits huh?" he smirked, staring into her beautiful eyes. He was crazy about her homemade biscuits. On weekends, after spending half the morning in bed, Mercedes would get and make at least two dozen of them especially for him.
"Yep," she quipped, biting her bottom lip. "It's the least I could do, after all its Blaine's birthday."
"Mmmm…mmmm…mmmm…" he licked his lips. "I hope you made enough for everyone because I'm not sharing."
"But what about the birthday boy?" she questioned, "I'm sure you would share with Blaine."
"What's wrong with toast?"
Santana and Brittany were the first ones to enter the kitchen, sniffing the air.
"Damn Cedes," Santana spoke up, looking at the spread on the kitchen counter. "I'm surprised you could walk, let alone have enough strength to do all this."
"Hey yourself," Mercedes replied, her eyes still on Sam. "Brittany."
"Yeah," Brittany agreed. "You were really…oh bacon." She said cheerfully, picking up a strip. "Thanks Cedes."
"Welcome."
Santana shifted her eyes between her two friends. "Before I eat anything do I have to worry about the food being seasoned with Cedes juice?"
"Fuck off, Satan." Sam replied, his face turning a slight shade of pink.
"Hey I had to ask, seeing how freaky you two are." She grabbed a plate. "So where are your bedmates?"
Before they could answer; Puck, Artie, Tina, Quinn and Mike rushed into the room.
"Alright we have food," Artie announced. "Man I'm starving like a mother…"
"Wait do I smell homemade buttermilk biscuits?" Puck asked. "Cedes?"
"Yeah," Sam replied, breaking eye contact with Mercedes. He pushed himself up from the table, walked over to the oven and grabbed an oven mitt. "I don't think that there will be enough for you guys." He said, taking the baking pan of golden brown biscuits out of the oven. "Mercy made just enough for me."
"Hell no," Mike said. "Sam, come on man."
"Sam, play nice with our friends." Mercedes giggled, getting up. "I can always make more."
Sam pouted, which was quickly replaced with a smile. "Alright, alright," he sighed. "You each get one."
"Fuck that shit." Puck replied.
"Okay, okay two." Sam laughed.
Rachel and Finn finally joined them
Rachel couldn't bear to look at anyone because of the fiasco earlier that morning.
Like anyone gave two fucks.
Finn walked over to Mercedes and quickly gave her a hug. "Sorry," he muttered, his face red as a beet. "About earlier…"
Mercedes smiled at Finn and gave him a warm hug. "It's forgotten," she assured him.
"Are you sure?" he asked. He turned to look at Sam. "What about Sam?"
"Go ask him." she answered, turning him in Sam's direction and giving him a push.
Mercedes saw Rachel standing alone and approached her with a smile. "Rachel, chill it was a nice gesture."
"You-you don't hate me?" The wanna-be Broadway diva stammered.
"No, and don't worry about everyone else they will come around once they get some alcohol in them." Mercedes assured her. Sam and Finn's laughter filled the room. "See?"
Kurt and Blaine made a grand entrance into the kitchen, wearing a pair of dark shades – it was obvious they were drunk or had a good buzz.
"Happy Birthday Blaine!" Everyone shouted, clapping their hands and whistling.
"Shhh!" Blaine replied in a harsh whisper, grabbing the sides of his head. "I think my brain has melted. But I thank you."
Kurt lifted his shades, his bloodshot eyes landed on Mercedes, as much as it hurt him to smile; a wide smile found its way on his lips. He walked over to his bestie and stared at her until she became uncomfortable.
"What ever you have to say to me Kurt, please say it." she said. What he had to say to her wasn't for the whole room to hear. He took her by the hand and headed outside on the patio.
"Oh god!" he cried, as the sun hit him. "I'm Edward, am I sparkling?"
Mercedes laughed. "No, how much did you and Blaine drink any way?"
"The whole bottle, thanks to you," he replied, sitting in a chair.
"Me?" she looked at him – puzzled. "What do I have to do with it?"
"Twelve…" he answered, crossing his legs.
"Twelve?"
"Or maybe it was twenty? How the hell should I know, I lost count after five."
She still didn't understand.
"Blaine and I played a drinking game," he explained. "Every time we heard you scream…"
"Oh..." she said letting the information sink in. "OH!" her eyes widened. "Kurt, you didn't …poor Blaine…"
"My husband will be just fine," he assured her; waving away her concern. He lifted his shades and grinned at her. "Shit Cedes you're fucking glowing." He said teasingly. "I hope there's no planes flying above, you would be mistaken for lights on a landing strip."
"Fuck you." She laughed, her cheeks growing warm.
"No seriously, you look so relaxed...and Sam, he strutting around all like he's the fucking Hulk and shit."
"Kurt…"
"It's true, I'm surprise he's not attached to your ass…ah never mind, don't want to give him any ideas." He chuckled. "I can't believe you cooked enough for a fucking army, what in the hell…strike that, I knew what Sam did to you; he cleared out the cobwebs…"
"Kurt, shut up," she giggled.
"Blaine was afraid that you wouldn't be able to sing happy birthday to him, thought you might actually damage your vocal chords with all that screaming…" he smirked.
"My voice is fine," she assured her best friend.
"I'm so happy to hear that, it would be a shame to see a grown man cry."
"Rachel isn't that bad." Mercedes laughed. "She is starring in a Broadway play."
"Oh please," Kurt said. "I would roll my eyes, but they probably get stuck." He quipped. "The Woman. The Knife. The Penis; is not a great title for a successful Broadway play."
"Come on Kurt, she had to start somewhere," Mercedes said, stifling a laugh.
"Let's not talk about Rachel; I'm still pissed about this morning."
"Forgive your sister-in-law."
"So you and Sam are good?" he asked, ignoring her words.
Mercedes nodded. "We have some things to work out but for the most part, yes."
Kurt clapped his hands in glee. "Awww, shit my head hurts."
"I made some mimosas."
"Sounds good to me." he stood up and reached for his bestie's hands. Mercedes placed her hands in his, and he helped her to her feet. They walked back into the house hand in hand.
"There you are." Blaine said cheerfully, he had a glass of mimosa in his hand. He made a beeline for Mercedes and wrapped his arms around her. "I love you Cedes," he said into her hair. "You are the best, making me brunch…."
"It was nothing." She said. "I love you too."
He pulled his shades up and winked at her. "Sammy, Sam, love of our diva's life come-come here please."
Kurt took the glass from him and sniffed it. "Blaine how many of these did you have?"
"Two," he giggled.
Kurt gulped down the rest of the drink and excused himself to go and refill the glass.
Sam walked over to join Blaine and Mercedes.
Blaine placed an arm around Sam's shoulders and winked at him. "I love you Sammy," he said. "You make our Cedes happy, happy, happy."
"Thanks Blaine, I love you too." he looked at Mercedes; she was trying her best not to laugh.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure…I guess."
"How in the hell did you make Cedes panties fall off?"
tbc...
A/N: I really love Blaine...thanks for reading!