Thank you for your kind support and your kind words. I appreciate it, more than you know.
This chapter is a bit more x-rated than the others. I don't know how many times I'll be asking for forgiveness, but I know I will.
As I've mentioned in a previous story, I don't use bad words... but sometimes i have to write them...to enhance a moment or an emotion.
I am a hundred times sorry for any offense I may cause.
Just two more chapters left.
Standard disclaimer.
Sam's hands slipped down Mercedes' neck and landed on her shoulders.
Tipping his chin down, his fevered eyes met hers.
"Are you sure that's what you want, Mercedes? Because, once I start, I won't stop again. I will take you...take you so hard, that every breath afterward is only going to remind you of me."
Upon hearing those words, her heart tripped and her body blossomed for him.
She nodded, because, she was so beyond speaking. Nothing she'd say right now, would make any sort of sense and would only serve to make her sound like a fool.
"Good...that's good," he said, sliding his hands down her front, stopping on the belt of the robe. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted this. Days. Weeks. Months now. I've wanted you...only you."
"Yes," she whispered huskily, discovering she was capable of saying that. "Yes."
He kissed her...tasted her lips and the recesses of her mouth, as he tugged the sash loose.
The robe parted and air rushed across skin that was bared, as he brushed the heavy cloth off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
Pulling back, just enough to see her, in nothing but the necklace he'd given her, Sam ran his hand between her breasts and down her belly in a tender gesture.
"Have I told you how beautiful you are?"
Mercedes nodded, mouth dry.
"I'm going to tell you again. You're beautiful. And you're perfect."
He claimed her lips again, as he gripped her hips and his arousal surged, fierce and hard.
They began moving backwards, when his hands found her rear and squeezed, and then his hands were everywhere, working her body like a fine-tuned instrument.
She was putty in his hands, wet and ready.
Satisfaction and need slammed into Mercedes, as her back hit the wall, with Sam pressed against her, his hips grinding.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Please."
"Wasn't planning to. But I love hearing you say please. Say it again."
She reached down, hooking her fingers under his sweater and he lifted his hands long enough, for her to tug the clothing off his head.
Then, her bare skin was flush against his.
She ran her fingers down his taut, rippled abs, her hands making a beeline for the top button on his jeans.
Her fingers brushed his still covered arousal and he growled against her parted lips, as she eased the zipper down and freed him.
Immediately, her hand was wrapped around his hard, hot length, and his hips punched forward.
The feel of him in her hands, delighted her and her state of arousal went up another notch, as the word, "Please," dropped from her lips.
Sam stepped out of his jeans and shoes.
Then, his lips was on hers again, as he kissed her, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, and she pulsed between her legs.
"Say it again," he ordered.
As his hand skated over her hip and landed solidly on her rear, she moaned and her whole body tingled...her nipples, skin, and her sex.
"Please."
Suddenly, his arms were around her, and he was lifting her up.
As if attuned to his actions, her body knew what to do. Her legs came up around his waist and there wasn't even a moment, where she worried about how hard it must've been for him to pick her up.
Instead, she felt light and feminine.
Sam spun around, as he flicked his tongue against Mercedes'.
"Bedroom?" he growled.
"Second door to the left."
"Gotcha."
They made it to her bedroom within record time.
Sam stalked to the foot of her bed and held her there another moment, as his kiss turned into something uninhibited, lush, and wet.
He went down on his knees on the mattress, and then, Mercedes was on her back, staring up at him.
He moved over her, his stare and controlled movements predatory, as is arousal stood out, proud and commanding.
He kissed her once more, before leaving her swollen lips, traveling south.
Mercedes felt the soft tickle of Sam's mouth, against her throat and then on her collarbone.
His breath huffed out against her breast, and his mouth then closed over a peak.
Her back bowed off the mattress, as he drew her in deep. She jerked her hips into his, feeling him sliding over her belly.
And she reached down, cupping him.
Sam's breath faltered, as he rubbed himself against her hand.
"Sam, I need you."
His hand tightened on her hip.
"That's all I want to hear...ever."
Mercedes didn't have a chance to digest what that meant.
Sharp darts of pleasure shot through her, as he slipped two fingers inside her.
"You're so wet," he murmured, his eyes bright with heat.
She nodded, deep anticipation stirring in her belly, as he rose up, positioning an elbow beside her head.
She felt him then, nudging at her core and she spread her thighs wider, before thinking better of it.
"Condom?" she asked.
"Are you on the pill?" he asked. "I've never been with anyone without a condom before, and I need to feel you. All of you, Mercedes."
Mercedes' body tensed, as a slew of erotic images assaulted her...of him taking her like that. Something she'd never done before.
"Yes," she breathed.
His hot gaze traveled down her body, resting at the spot where they were almost joined.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
Mercedes raised her hips, desperate to bring them together, but he clamped a hand down on her and forced her back down.
"No."
"No?" she breathed. A teasing half-smile appeared on his lips, as he dragged his gaze back up to hers.
"Not yet."
Was he expecting her to wait? Because, she really didn't want to wait...not for this and not for him.
She reached forward, about to force them to join.
With reflexes honed from years on the field, Sam rose to his knees and caught her hands, just as her fingers brushed his waist.
He brought her wrists together in one grip, forcing her arms above her head.
Her heart tripled in speed.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting ready to fuck you."
"That's not what it looks like to me."
He chuckled in a way, that made her think of dark and sinful things and she shifted, so that his knees were between her spread thighs, forcing her open wide.
"You just haven't been properly fucked yet."
'Oh Lord...'
Sam's gaze swept over Mercedes again, and she'd never felt more exposed, her body arched, her breasts thrusting up.
She couldn't move her limbs, not with her arms held by him and her legs forced open.
Instead of feeling self-conscious, she felt a delicious wave of awareness.
Mouth dry, she swallowed.
"And are you going to fuck me properly?"
"Until you're senseless," he said, and then his head dipped.
Those wonderful lips wrapped around her nipple, as he reached between them, his clever fingers sliding down her belly, stopping just above, where she wanted him.
Mercedes whimpered.
Sam nipped at the peak of her breast, causing her to gasp.
"What do you want, Mercedes?"
"You know." Surely, he didn't expect her to talk about this.
His teeth grazed her other nipple and her body jerked.
Then he soothed the sting with his warm tongue.
He went back and forth, alternating between small bites of pain and soothing licks, until she squirmed from the relentless torture.
"Sam," she gasped, her eyes wide.
"Tell me what you want." His mouth went around her breast again, and he suckled deeply, drawing a hoarse cry from her. "Tell me, Mercedes."
Her fingers curled helplessly.
"I want you."
"No. Tell me what you want me to do."
She could barely breathe.
"I want you...I want you to touch me."
"Uh-huh." His tongue flicked over her sensitive nipple. "Tell me where you want me to touch you."
'Jesus!' There was a good chance she was going to smack him over the head after this.
She considered refusing to answer him, but she was too needy and wanted him too badly.
"I want you to touch me between my legs."
Sam hummed his approval and then his fingers were sliding over her aching sex, touching her, but not enough. Nowhere near enough.
"More," she said...begged, really.
He sat back, brought her arms down, so her wrists were pinned under her breasts with his one had.
His gaze flicked up to her, as he slowly, softly stroked her with one finger.
"More?"
"Yes." Her chest was heaving now. He slipped a finger inside her.
"Is that what you wanted?" Before she could answer, he hooked his finger inside her and nearly set her off. "Do you still want more?"
Mercedes definitely wanted more.
"Yes...please...yes."
A smug smile graced his lips, as he eased another finger inside her, working her slowly at first and then harder and deeper.
"I like this..." Sam started, as he watched her the entire time...his gaze locked on what he was doing. "I like watching you ride my hand. So fucking beautiful."
He did that hooking thing with his fingers again and between that and the way he watched her, he drove her insane and right to the brink of a huge release.
Just as she started to quiver, Sam pulled his hand away from her and she cried out.
When their gazes collided, he raised his fingers to his mouth, and sucked off her arousal.
Mercedes almost lost it then.
He made a low sound in his throat, as he licked his fingers clean.
"You taste so good, I just have to have more."
At that, his head was between her thighs, and that wonderful, wicked tongue of his, delved deep between her folds.
He speared her flesh, and suckled from her, like she was some kind of sweet nectar.
And just like that, Mercedes' head was spinning, her hips grinding up on his mouth.
Under his sweet torture, she felt herself coming close to releasing again, her breath ragged, as her soft cries filled the room.
But Sam stopped short, just as she was about to break apart, his lips glossy, as he withdrew his fingers slowly and moved his hand farther down, until one finger teased the sensitive, puckered skin.
"Later," he promised in a dark voice. "I'm going to own that too, but later."
Then, he was moving up her body, pinning her hands above her head again.
Without warning, he powered his hips forward, plunging deep inside her with one stroke.
Mercedes cried out, her fingers digging into her palms, at his swift entry.
The minor bit of discomfort, as her body adjusted to his size, was nothing compared to the pleasure, she knew was waiting.
She lifted her hips, urging him on.
"Jesus, you're so tight," he growled, as he pushed down.
Pleasure coiled tightly, as he withdrew slowly and then eased his way back in. And Mercedes felt every inch of him. She'd never felt so full before.
He was slow at first, but the pace picked up and his hips began pounding into hers, as she hooked her ankles behind the backs of his legs.
As the minutes rolled by, Sam kept up a steady rhythm, driving into Mercedes' soaked body, as she careened on the edge of release.
Both were lost, as they experienced new heights and made new firsts with each other.
Seeing her head thrashing from side to side, Sam knew she was at the end of her tether. So he drove harder and deeper into her.
He felt her clamped around him, squeezing him, so he gripped her thigh with his free hand and held her in place as he drilled her to the bed.
"Sam!" she cried out, as the orgasm tore through her, deep and fast, robbing her of breath.
He let go of her wrists then, grasping her hips fully and lifting her, as he threw his hips into his actions and hammered into her.
Mercedes gripped the sheets, as she shattered again, and flew apart under his relentless strokes.
Her sex pulsing and squeezing around his, proved to be too much for Sam, and he came hard, his coiled muscles flexing and tensing.
He collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding against hers, just as fast.
The brush of his lips against hers, was tender and completely at odds, with the fierceness that had rolled through both of them, moments before.
Slowly, he withdrew and eased onto his side, basking in the afterglow of the best sex he's ever had.
As for Mercedes, she was a useless pile of bones and skin, as Sam pulled her over to him, tucking her close, so her head rested against his chest.
In the silence that followed, Mercedes listened to Sam's heart.
She didn't know what to expect. If he was going to leave or go to sleep? She was never good at these kinds of things.
She lifted her head.
"I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?"
He pried one eye open.
"I'll get it," he said, starting to sit up.
"No." She placed a hand on his chest. "I'll do it. I'll...uh, be right back."
Sam said nothing, as she carefully untangled herself from him and grabbed a longish shirt, from the pile of clean clothes folded on her chair.
Slipping it on and padding out to the kitchen, Mercedes was somewhat pleased, by the dull twinge between her legs.
The sex...well, it had been the best sex of her life.
She went to grab the wine and took her time searching for glasses.
If Sam was planning on leaving, she was giving him enough time to get up. She wanted to avoid that awkward moment, for her heart and pride.
Rising up on the tips of her toes, she reached for two wineglasses.
The sudden heat behind her, caused her heart to jump.
"Here," Sam said, reaching over her. "Let me help."
Mercedes gripped the edges of the counter, as he picked up the two glasses.
He placed them beside the bottle, but instead of pouring the wine, he gripped her hips and pressed forward.
She let out a gasp, when she felt the length of him against her rear.
"Did you think one time was going to be enough?"
A hand traveled up her back, wrapping around her hair.
He guided her head back. Their eyes met and the room tilted.
"Or did you think I was going to leave?"
She was passed the pretense of lying, so she answered him honestly.
"Yes."
"Is that what you want?" He moved in, and his length dipped, coming so close to where she was aching for him.
"No," she admitted. "But I thought..."
"You think too much." He kissed her, flicking his tongue over hers. "But you know what I think?"
'Oh God…' "What?"
"I hate this goddamn shirt." With that, he let go of her hair and the shirt was lying somewhere on the kitchen floor, within seconds. "Ah, that's much better."
Mercedes pushed her hips back, her breath coming out in short puffs. "Is it?"
"Oh, yeah."
He pulled her back more and then ran a hand down her spine, sending shivers dancing over her skin.
"We're going to do this...right here. It's going to be hard and rough. You ready?"
A bolt of pure lust exploded in her, priming her sex.
And she nodded, her heart giving out a little, as she tightened her grip on the counter, her eyes drifting half shut.
Sam splayed a hand across her belly and tugged her up.
He made a guttural sound, an instant, before he slammed into her.
Mercedes cried again, her back arching, as she nearly came from the sweet, deep penetration.
Sam slid out a few inches and repeated the movement, until the only sounds in the apartment, were their breathing and the slamming of their bodies, pushing against each other.
Sam's fingers dug into Mercedes' hips, as he thrust forward, over and over.
Their rhythm wasn't perfect, especially not, when he reached around her and grabbed her breasts.
His nimble fingers found her nipples and his teeth latched onto her shoulder.
Over and over again, he pummeled her sweet spot, until she screamed his name, as her orgasm exploded through her body, like he had promised all those nights ago in the club.
Mere seconds behind her, he came with a deep groan, rocking and shuddering.
When he finally did pull out, which felt like an eternity later and still not long enough, he turned her around.
"Are you okay?" Concern radiated from his tone.
"I'm perfect...that was perfect." She smiled, amazed she could still stand, after what she had just endured.
Sam looped his arms around her waist, and she saw something shift in his expression, before he lowered his head, kissing her slowly.
The kissing inevitably led to other things.
A touch against her breast, between her thighs, and they kept kissing, as he turned her around and lifted her onto the kitchen table.
Pushing forward, he split her thighs and his kisses traveled all the way down.
Mercedes' head fell back and her eyes closed, as he did another thing he'd promised.
He worshiped her.
Sometime later, they ended up back in the bedroom, the wine forgotten and their limbs coated in sweat and tangled together.
"Merry Christmas," Sam said, pressing his lips to her damp forehead.
Mercedes' chest spasmed, as she snuggled closer. His arm around her waist tightened, and she squeezed her eyes shut, against the sudden rush of tears.
This was going to end badly, because, she knew that when it came time to let him go, it was going to be the last thing she ever wanted to do.
Every part of her was relaxed and deliciously sated, but her heart...it was aching something fierce.
She took a deep breath and pushed the lump in her throat down.
"Merry Christmas, Sam."
Yeah, things were definitely complicated now.
Sam couldn't remember having a better Christmas morning.
He woke up with his arm around Mercedes' waist and his head buried in her hair.
When he rolled her over, she smiled up at him sleepily and spread her thighs for him.
Fucking perfect.
He'd taken his time with her this morning, moving in her slowly, dragging the pleasure out for both of them.
He wasn't fucking or screwing her. He knew what he was doing.
The shower had been a different story.
He had bent her over and drove into her, like he'd never had sex before.
Being with her, being inside of her, was something he would never get tired of. He knew that in his soul.
Lots of laughter and sex later and some clothing, they made breakfast together, while Kellogs sat by the stove, waiting for scraps to fall to the floor.
Sam didn't know what it was, about this whole setup, but he didn't want to be anywhere else, than where he was.
It was when she was cuddled against him on the couch, that he remembered what else Marley had told him last night.
Brushing the riot of waves back from her face, he grinned when her lashes lifted and yearning shone through her eyes.
His own sex came roaring to life in a nanosecond.
"Very soon," he promised both of them. "But first, there was something else that Marley told me last night."
Mercedes sat up, giving him her full attention. Her brows knitted.
"What?"
"She told me about your director and how he doesn't want you to attend because of me. Look, I'm going to take..."
"Wait." She held up a hand. "I'll admit, I was pissed when the director pulled me out. I worked on that Gala all year, but there's something I need to tell you before...well...before this goes any further. Okay?"
Sam sat back and nodded. An instant later, Kellogs jumped into his lap.
"Okay."
A shy smile pulled at Mercedes' lips.
"I wasn't a big fan of pretending to be your girlfriend in the beginning." She laughed self-consciously, as she ran her fingers over the garnet. "Actually, I was pretty pissed about the whole thing, but it's not like that anymore. I mean..."
She trailed off, flushing.
"God, I sound like an idiot."
Sam tried to hide his smile.
"What? You're telling me, you didn't agree to do this to increase your dating pool?" he teased.
Mercedes ducked her head, as more heat flooded her face.
"Oh God, no, that's not why I agreed."
Admittedly curious, as to why she had, Sam idly scratched the cat behind his ear and said,
"Tell the truth, you always wanted to be my girlfriend."
She laughed so loud, the cat lifted his head and flattened his ears.
"No. That's not it, either. Miss Wilde...well, in a way, I guess I have to thank her, for her disturbing level of determination."
His fingers stilled on Kellogs' head.
"What do you mean?"
"Miss Wilde basically blackmailed me." Mercedes reached over, scratching the cat's paw. "She threatened to tell people, that I was stalking you. She also found out I had been late on my student loans at some point and offered to pay off the debt. You're worth at least fifty thousand, did you know that?"
She laughed, as the cat made a bed on Sam's thigh.
"I say you're worth more, but..."
"Wait," Sam said, staring at her. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "She offered to pay off your student loans, if you pretend to be my girlfriend?"
Mercedes nodded.
"Yeah, can you believe that?"
Out of all the reasons why, Sam had come up with, the fact that Mercedes had been paid, was not one of them.
Shock rippled through him.
He didn't know what to feel.
Angry? Disappointed? Disgusted?
'Mercedes was paid to be my girlfriend?'
Just like the women that his father paid, to be his own girlfriends. 'No fucking way!'
A short laugh escaped Sam, as he stared at Mercedes, pain lacing his words.
"You know, maybe I was stupid for thinking the reason why you agreed to do this, was because you liked me, or that you wanted to make up for leaving my ass in the bathroom, when we first met."
Confusion poured into Mercedes' expression.
"Yeah, that would be pretty stupid, if you thought that," she said.
"Wow! Okay." He picked up Kellogs and sat the very disgruntled cat on the sofa, then, stood, hands shaking.
"I hope you and Miss Wilde are happy with your agreement."
"What?" Mercedes shot to her feet. "Sam, wait a second. You can't be that mad."
"I can't be that mad?" He stared at her, incredulous. "You know, I've done some pretty fucked-up stuff in my past and a lot of people probably don't think I have a lot of standards, but I do. That's the fucking limit for me. It's disgusting."
Mercedes jerked back, as if he'd slapped her.
After everything, he wasn't even going to give her two seconds, to explain she didn't take the money?
Was it that easy, to believe she would whore herself out?
"Excuse me?"
"This is over...I just can't..."
"Sam!" Mercedes moved forward, as if to block his escape, but one look from him had her thinking twice.
She took a step back, blinking her eyes rapidly, at the onset of tears.
"I don't understand why you won't hear my side," she said.
Sam wasn't sure what he thought, but the truth had never crossed his mind.
When money was involved, you could never trust the outcome or anyone's actions.
Shaking his head, he headed for the door.
"Your services are no longer needed. This shit is over. I'm done."
Stay safe, stay blessed.