I am discovering that Ain't Sh*t Sam is my fav Sam to write.
Enjoy Lovebugs
I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR THE REAL
Surprisingly on the flight back to New York, Sam and Mercedes managed to keep their hands to themselves. They sat across from each other and kept up the formal conversation, despite them nearly having sex in a not-so-private room. When the flight landed they were lucky there was no paparazzi, but there was a stretch limo parked out. Sam grabbed their bags and guided them down the steps of the flight before handing Mercedes her bag.
"Did you order a limo?" Sam questioned.
"No, I thought that was your doing." Mercedes replied. Then the door opened and came out Tank. Sam thought he looked really regular there was nothing outlandishly handsome about him, and he looked average. He didn't deserve to be with Mercedes.
"Awe, Tank you didn't have to come to meet at the airstrip, it is late," Mercedes said as he came and gave her a kiss on the cheek which made Sam scrunch up in his face in jealousy.
"Well, I wanted to surprise you, I can have the driver take us wherever you want," Tank answered.
"Actually, Mercedes has an early call for The Real, she needs to go home." Sam interrupted. Mercedes turned and gave him her best WTF look before turning around to Tank.
"Oh of course, well I can have him take you straight home, but surely you would like something to first, you have had a long day," Tank said.
"Mercedes doesn't actually eat super late it makes her throw up," Sam said again.
"Sam, don't you need to be heading home, I am sure you have something you need to be doing right now." Mercedes started through gritted teeth.
"Oh, you are right I do have to be somewhere, I'll see you later Cedes, and Tommy nice to meet you," Sam replied as he placed his sunglasses and have Mercedes a kiss on her forehead and intentionally bumped into Tank on his way to his car.
"Sorry he got really cranky on the flight, um do you think you could just have your driver take me home," Mercedes said sweetly.
"Of course no worries." Tank smiled. He led her to the limo, and they kept conversation but it was boring and Mercedes could have really cared less about whatever Tank was talking about given the fact that it was midnight and she really needed to go and get someplace. The limo parked outside her building, and Tank turned towards Mercedes.
"Well, here you are, do you need me to walk you up?" Tank asked her.
"No, no it is fine, thanks for the ride and I will see you tomorrow," Mercedes replied. Tank nodded his head and gave Mercedes a kiss on the cheek and she couldn't wait to get to her penthouse to scrub it off. She grabbed her bag and exited the door and gave a brief hello to the doorman before walking to the private elevators for her penthouse suite. She loved the building because it housed many celebrities who wanted something simple and private, and it worked for Mercedes. The commute to work was only fifteen minutes and that was a dream on days she was running late, and her suite was custom made for her. She loved it more than anything in the world. When she made it to her house she threw her stuff on the couch and headed to her room. Stripping herself from the clothes she had on and hopped in the shower where she scrubbed her body clean from the day. She grabbed her robe and headed to the kitchen where she could grab a bottle of water, she was heading back to her bedroom when she got a call from Sam.
"You are very clingy you know that right?" Mercedes answered.
Sam chuckled on the other end, "Honey I am just checking on you, how did your little drive around the town go on with Tinkerbelle?"
"Sam his name is Tank, and it was ok, we talked and the driver took me home nothing more nothing less." Mercedes replied as she got in the bed.
"Awe not even a good night kiss," Sam joked.
"He gave me a kiss on the cheek," Mercedes deadpanned.
"So he didn't get to feel those luscious lips on his?"
"No Sam,"
"You're sexy when you are telling me no."
"Sam, why do you insist on flirting with me this strongly?"
"You like it. I bet right now you are thinking about what would have happened in that room if someone didn't knock on the door. You are thinking about how many times I would have you calling out my name, and how many times I would have had your legs shaking." Sam stated. Mercedes was too shocked to speak. He was right. When Mercedes first met Sam she fantasized constantly wondering how sex would be with him and granted they had a sex scene but that was fake they had stuff in place to ensure no penetrating went down. Mercedes wanted Sam just as much as he wanted her, but she didn't want him just for the sex.
"Hmm, I see I was right, you are speechless. Tell me Mercedes are you this speechless when you orgasm or am I going to have to figure that out for myself?" Sam began.
"Samuel Evans this conversation is borderline inappropriate." Mercedes replied gaining her voice back.
"No, what is inappropriate is my thinking about how many times I wanted to bend you over that couch during your show with that skirt hiked around your waist. I like when you wear skirts Mercy-Me."
"I find it funny that you are this possessive and jealous when it comes to me, but Sam you don't have a claim to me," Mercedes added.
"Tell me Mercedes what is your favorite position?"
"What?"
"Oh save, the virgin Mary complex, Mercedes what is your favorite position? Answer the question."
"I don't have one I like them all equally." Mercedes answered truthfully.
"That means you haven't had good sex," Sam said matter-of-factly.
"Whatever Sam, I am trying to go to sleep,"
"You know if you were with me, you wouldn't have sleep. I'd keep you too busy for sleep. I'd kiss every inch of you and worship your body, to the point where going to work wouldn't even be on your mind. I'd make you feel like you are the only woman in the world."
"There is a flaw in your fantasy,"
"And what flaw would that be,"
"Sam when I want a man to worship me, I want to have security in knowing that the man won't leave the next day. I want security in knowing that he will actually stay with me for the long run. You, however, Evans, are offering temporary sex. Mercedes Jones wants permanent sex. So on that note goodnight Sam." Mercedes said before hanging up.
Sam sighed when the phone hung up on him, he thought he had Mercedes right where he wanted her but yet again she was steps ahead. He was going to go to sleep, but he decided to go and head to the gym. He changed his clothes and grabbed his keys and other stuff and headed to the gym. The gym for Sam was like his comfort space it was a way for him to get his mind off of things. And right now the gym was supposed to serve as a distraction from the fine-ass Mercedes Jones, and for awhile it worked until his manager Matt called him.
"Yeah," Sam huffed into the phone as he grabbed a drink of water.
"Did I call you in the middle of sex?" Matt questioned.
"No, I'm at the gym."
"At one o clock in the goddamn morning Sam?"
"It is actually 2:15," Sam laughed.
"Whatever, I called you to let you know that you have another press gig with Mercedes tomorrow afternoon with some people at Hollywood Access Entertainment and that The Real's ratings went up dramatically since you were on the show yesterday so they are having you coming in to be a guest co-host for the whole month. Well until they actually take their break for the holidays." Matt explained. Sam grinned so hard he was the Cheshire cat. More time with Mercedes was always good.
"Also, listen as your manager I am inclined to keep my mouth shut about certain things, however when it comes to Mercedes Jones you need to do right by her Sam."
"Matt, what are you talking about."
"Sam doesn't give me that crock of shit me and you both know that you want Mercedes sexually, but everyone knows she isn't like that. Don't be an ass and screw everything up. Alright?"
"Alright," Sam said rolling his eyes.
"Great, now take your ass a shower your call time is in 3 hours," Matt said as hanged up the phone.
When Mercedes arrived at work she was in the middle of putting on her clothes. Today she decided on a black blazer, with a lace shirt, and a pair of black slacks that hugged her ass to perfection, and black toed she had everyone clear out of the dressing room because they knew Mercedes needed at least one hour of alone time before the show so she could process her day and have a moment of peace. The lights were off and there was a candle flickering softly in the room.
Mercedes had her eyes closed when she heard someone open the door, and shut it, then the door lock.
"Excuse me, but this is my alone time." Mercedes was slightly agitated that someone was interrupting her.
"I believe that you mean our alone time Merce," Sam said.
"Sam, what the hell are you doing here?" She questioned as Sam stood behind her chair and looked at the two through the vanity mirror.
"Didn't you hear baby I am co-hosting the show for the rest of the month? I get to spend my mornings with you," Sam replied. Sam dipped his head down and kissed the swell of Mercedes's breasts while holding her in place. Mercedes let out a deep intake of breath.
"Sam please," Mercedes said, she wanted him to stop because this was her place of work, and having sex here was wrong, but at the same time she wanted him to have his way with her. Sam ignored her pleas and moved to Mercedes's neck nibbling and biting at her sweet spot as Mercedes let out soft purrs of enjoyment. Then he moved to her lips and pressed them against his hungrily. Mercedes quickly followed suit and wrapped her arms around Sam and in instant, he had her out of the chair and on the vanity.
"You know, I was thinking how pissed off I was when that Tank guy came to pick you up at airstrip with a limo ride. Now if it was me who had done that would you like to know what I would have done in that limo Mercy."
"Yes," She replied her voice full of lust.
"How about I show you instead," Sam said. He bent down and unbuttoned Mercedes pants and placed her panties to the side and gave her wet slit a french kiss. Mercedes yelped but quickly placed her mouth over her hand. Then Sam took his hand and pressed two fingers inside of her.
"Now, wouldn't you prefer this over the shit yall did in the limo Mercy Me?" Sam questioned.
"Yes," Mercedes said.
"Ms. Jones we need you on stage in the next fifteen minutes," One of the assistants said.
"Ok, I'll be about soon, just need to finish my makeup." She replied back. Sam took his fingers out of Mercedes and helped her look more presentable.
"You have um, lipstick on your lips," Mercedes pointed out quietly.
"Huh, I guess I do. See you onstage Mercedes Jones," Sam smirked. It was at this moment in time that Mercedes knew she was screwed expeditiously.