14: Drunken Sam vs Sober Sam
April rolled into May and Samantha heard not a fricking peep from the Rockstar. She had known once the week was over, that was it, contrary to what he had said. But deep down, there had been that little silver of 'what if', a little speck of something that shouldn't have been. Paul wouldn't acknowledge her at all, she didn't blame him. Maria, smart chick that she was, had moved in with John, and as it was the last month of school, she wasn't expecting a new roomie. Having both beds pushed together however, was awesome.
Not even the big bed kept the 'what if's' away when she was in by her lonesome at night.
What a fucking tour, Chris was beat and ready for a long summer break before having to do it all over again. Bill was sent home to be with his family and he only had one bodyguard with him, at Bill's insistence. He walked up to the dorm room door he knew belonged to Samantha and knocked, grinning at the absolute perplexed expression on her face once she had opened it.
"Baby, I'm home!" He sang, pulling her into his arms and passionately kissed her, lifting her to where her legs wrapped around his waist as he backed her into the room, kicking the door shut. "Goddamn I missed you…"
"Oh get the fuck off of me, Chris!" Samantha was a strange combination of thrilled, confused and angry. "You ass!" He had her damn number, she did not have his, and she did not like being left in the dark. That wasn't okay. "You… stop it, I'm trying to be mad." It was hard being mad when he was kissing her neck and she tried scrunching her head down to stop him, pushing at his shoulders until he set her down and huffed, straightening out her t-shirt. "Stop smiling, me being upset isn't funny." But there was no bite in her tone and she was trying not to smile either.
"Oh come on, baby. You know you can't stay mad at me." Chris coaxed, sliding his hands up and down her sides, pulling her closer to him and rest his forehead against hers. "I was giving you time to get over what happened between you and Paul." Word about what had gone down backstage had hit him, he didn't wish that shit on any man. She truly was his woman and had broken things off with Paul, so now she belonged to him completely. That's exactly what he wanted. "You should be thrilled your Rockstar is back to rock your world."
"Me and Paul? Oh no, that was pretty much over and done with the minute it happened, I was pretty… uh… upset over Maria 'helping' it along." Which was why Maria lived with John now. "I was trying not to hurt him, she humiliated him," And Sam in the process, her cheeks flushing at that painful memory as she moved away to start gathering up her textbooks and papers, stacking everything on Maria's old desk haphazardly.
Chris studied her thoughtfully, watching as her cheeks went through several shades of red.
"Rock my world, you have the worst timing, you know that? It's end of the year, tests up the ass!" Since she wasn't graduating until after NEXT school year, she wasn't as stressed as a lot of the others.
"So? I'll stay here and chill out while you do your schooling and when you come back, I'll rock your world then." Chris made it sound so simple, so easy, which was how his life rolled for the most part. "Or, you could just say to hell with finals and fuck me instead." He wiggled his brows at her, watching her shake her head with a gaping face and laughed, smacking her pert backside. "Mmm, I missed that ass, I'm riding that bad boy later on."
"I don't have anymore classes today, that was all this morning." Samantha informed him with a slight grin. "And I only have two more tests, one in the morning and then the last one tomorrow afternoon." Then her last few weeks would be basically reviewing what had been covered all year while waiting on scores to come back to see if they got to move on. "And what exactly do you mean you're riding my ass later on?" She really hoped he didn't mean literally, she wasn't high or drunk, and she was pretty sure dead sober, it'd hurt.
"What I mean is we're gonna have a little party, just you and me. Remember how fun it was last time? How wild and crazy we got?" Chris's eyes gleamed and jiggled a bag between his fingers at her. "Come on, I told you I don't do it a lot, but when it's with you, the sex, you gotta admit, baby, it was the best you've ever had. Pain and pleasure go along way, if done right. So let's celebrate!"
Not entirely sure this was an overly smart idea, Sam locked the door before drawing down the blackout blinds. They really didn't need witnesses. Remembering the last time, she grabbed her iPod and turned it on. The Bluetooth connecting it to the speaker on her desk and music soon filled the room, shrugging at his look. "I like Haydn's compositions." It was classical music, this sonata was kind of dark and creepy actually but that's what she'd been listening to lately. "You're not going to bite me again are you? The one on my butt scarred a little."
Chris planted his fist against his mouth, trying not to laugh.
"It's not funny!" Well, maybe a little.
"Come on baby, you know you love when I leave my mark on you." Chris laughed when she smacked him, yanking her to stand between his legs since he had sat on her bed and massaged her backside. "I couldn't help sinking my teeth into your ass." He flashed her a sweet smile. "I was wrong not to call you. Let me make it up to you now…"
Samantha bent down to pick up the baggie he had set on the bed and moved it out of his reach before returning to him. Moving to straddle his lap, she buried her fingers in his hair, bending down to trail kisses down the side of his face until she met his lips, smiling slightly. "Just how are you planing on making it up, Rockstar?" Because he had a gleam in his eyes she wasn't sure she should trust.
"You'll have to wait and see, Sammy." Chris enjoyed her lips anywhere on his body, against his skin, though he hadn't missed her moving the baggie of coke out of reach. Maybe she didn't like doing drugs, which he understood. It wasn't for everyone. Smiling, he pulled her to where she was more secure on his lap and sat upright, wrapping his arms around her to stroke her back, finally capturing her mouth. "This would be a lot more fun if we were both naked."
It wasn't that she had minded, she just didn't want it to become a habit, not that it had or anything. Also this was the first time she had seen him in over a month, didn't need to be high. "Maybe." She teased, pushing him back onto the bed before letting her hands go to the bottom of his shirt, palms skimming bare flesh while also pushing the material up. She bent down, beginning to kiss where her hands had been.
"No maybe about it, baby. It WOULD be." Chris countered, not moving to take control since it was obvious she wanted to take the reigns. He was fine with that and folded his hands beneath his head, gazing up at her. He wouldn't ask her to do drugs again, seeing how uncomfortable it made her. Only if Samantha brought it up would they do it again. It was solely up to her and her choice Finally, Chris sat upright to remove the rest of the shirt and laid back down, groaning at the feeling of her lips on his chest.
Samantha never bothered removing her clothes but she did strip him entirely. All the things she had wanted to do with Paul, she could do with Chris. It was a hell of a lot better because Chris wasn't a prude, or boring, and when he informed her she was about to be swallowing, she didn't think to question it or try spitting. She just purred around him and made sure that she was ready to swallow properly this time. "Mmm," Sam finally pulled away, wiping the corners of her lips with a fingertip, watching as Chris tried breathing and plopped down beside him, propping her head up on her elbow.
Chris ran a hand down his face, his cock twitching and deflating at the same time. The satisfied expression she sported sent his blood raging and he was on his knees in moments, her bottoms and panties gone seconds later. Before Samantha could squeak out or try to stop him, Chris buried his face between her delicious thighs and growled against her pussy, sending vibrations throughout her body. He pushed her back down, holding her lower half in place with his strong forearm pressed against her abdomen and began torturing her the same way she did him.
Jack Daniels for him, she found she liked it better when it was mixed with something, like pop. So there was that for her, and cups to drink from. After spending a lot of time in that room getting her rocks off, Sam had ventured out to get 'essentials', without her Rockstar. He didn't want to cause a ruckus, which she was grateful for. Snacks of all kinds, the man had a sweet tooth and he had text her a list.
"What the fuck…" She really hoped he wasn't about to ask her to do something to HIS ass, she still wasn't sure where she stood on butt stuff. Whatever. She, red in the face, hunted that item down as well, trying not to think about how that even worked.
Chris was very adventurous in the bedroom and had some BDSM tendencies, but he couldn't overwhelm Samantha with it. No, he would slowly dip her toes into the world of BDSM and eventually be able to tie her up completely to where he had complete surrender.
Samantha realized when she came back, that the guy down in the common area was probably Chris' bodyguard and that was just weird. The poor bastard was probably bored. Not her problem. He was also probably paid very well. She let herself into her room, cocking an eyebrow at the Rockstar bouncing off the walls. "Here." She dropped the bags on the bed, shaking her head. "You can go shopping for your OWN sex toys next time." She wasn't even sure if she had bought what he wanted because she did NOT buy sex toys. "Or use Amazon."
Chris laughed, taking the bag and pulled the plug out of it, grinning deviously at her. "This isn't for me, you know. I wanted you to buy this for you, to see how you'd react. It wouldn't hurt, much." He took it out of the package, seeing her eyes were wide and softly brushed his lips against hers, wrapping an arm around her waist. "When you insert this and I fuck you, you'll GUSH for me, baby. It'll be the most intense sex you've ever experienced in your life, even more than with coke. Curious?"
"Hate to break it to you Rockstar, but I've taken basic anatomy and that would hurt a bit more than 'much'." Sam said with a shake of her head, eyeballing the damn thing. Uh yeah, it would feel really weird and potentially painful going in, it was shaped like a mini cone, a fat mini cone. "Stop poking me with it…" She swatted him away, moving to retrieve the whiskey and Coke, feeling the need for a strong, bracing drink. He was out to kill her.
"It won't hurt if I prep you first, which I plan on doing." One way or another, she would experience the butt plug because, when his dick slid inside of he, she would cum harder than she ever had in her life. He guaranteed it. "You trust me, right? I'd never do something to cause you bad pain, only the pleasurable kind. You won't know if you like it until you try it."
Blue eyes narrowed as she kept her back to him, mixing her drink. "No." He hadn't taken that word well before, their first night, and she smiled, remembering how he had simply started handling his own issues. Yeah, that had worked out interestingly. She had learned how to make a 'Sleeper', couldn't taste the alcohol, which meant she had to eye how many she had. "You'll have to ask me again if I get fucked up. Sober me says no, Rockstar."
Drunken Samantha was completely different than sober Samantha. Chris had noticed it and decided they would get jacked up on alcohol in order to do what he wanted. When all was said and done, she'd either pass out from having too much alcohol or from sensation overload. Cracking his Jack open, Chris poured himself a healthy measures. "Bottoms up."
Damn right sober and drunk Sam were very different. Samantha had limited sexual experience prior to him and he was fucking out of his mind. The man knew what he wanted and he wasn't above getting her toasted to get his way. Part of her knew that was manipulative, the other part was a bit in awe that he was wasting his time still on her. Then, there was the other part that was a bit concerned that he was going to put her through all those paces and then bail on her ass when he had finally wrung all the newness from her.
And then two hours later, she was buzzing, had showered and trimmed and done 'prep work' that he told her too and when she emerged, he was lining up coke. Drunk Sam was definitely not the same as Sober Sam. Drunk Sam was curious and wanted to do all this. "I'm not going to OD am I?" She asked with a lazy smile, just wrapped in a towel because getting dressed had seemed stupid.
"Nope, but you may pass out from exertion." Chris grinned lewdly at her, his eyes giving her a slow scan because under the towel was a beautiful naked body. He suddenly stopped lining the coke up and pulled her over to lay her on the bed, pulling the towel away from her. "Don't move." He ordered, pouring the white substance on her stomach and proceeded to line it up against her skin. Snorting coke from her body was too tempting to pass up as Chris' hand slid down between her thighs to start stimulating her. "Don't. Move."
No moving, that was a very hard command to obey as she watched what he was doing, and trying not to wriggle her hips as he fingered her. Once that line disappeared, she sat upright and he pulled away, a hand up over his face as he shook his head. Yeah, that was going to hit in about thirty seconds and she reached for the half empty fifth of Jack, taking a healthy mouthful.
When his blue eyes finally opened, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the look he was giving her. "Oh no," She laughed, rolling off the bed when he growled, getting out of the way before he tackled her and she congratulated her buzzed ass on not spilling the whiskey as she stood there, taking another drink. "Where're you biting me tonight, Rockstar?"
"Everywhere." Chris promised, his voice huskier and deeper, stepping up to her to take the whiskey from her hand. He downed it and lifted her over his shoulder, biting her backside in the same spot he had last time. Now she would REALLY have a scar. Not that Samantha seemed to mind. She definitely was one of a kind, even with her somewhat boring choices. There was an animal inside of her and he wanted to unleash it again, growling at her squeal. "Your turn, join me in euphoria, baby."