DISCLAIMER: On first chapter.

"Oh fuck, Sam," Mercedes knew she sounded like a gasping mess. Her head was thrown back against the couch cushions as Sam licked and sucked at the skin on the underside of her jaw. Her hands clutched the fabric of his thin Henley tee—she couldn't decide if she wanted to pull it off him or keep him right where he was so he wouldn't stop.

He bit down lightly and Mercedes' back arched at the sudden shocks that ripped through her. The motion made her hips undulate and their crotches pressed together; both of the groaning at the sensation.

"Sam," Mercedes gasped as she felt his hands slide under the fabric of her shirt. "Kiss me."

Without a second of hesitation, Sam's lips moved from her skin and he laid an open-mouthed kiss on her lips. Their tongues tangled together in a frenzied kiss.

This wasn't supposed to be happening right now. It had started off innocently enough. Both of them needed to study for the biology test next week and they were doing well, but then Sam had gotten bored and he started placing kisses along her neck.

To her credit, Mercedes fended him off for almost twenty minutes, before Sam cheated by pulling her into one of the hottest surprise kisses ever. They hadn't turned back since.

Mercedes' thoughts short-circuited when Sam's hands struck gold and found their way to her bra-covered breasts. "Cede," Sam groaned against her lips. Mercedes couldn't speak—his fingers were rubbing and grasping and it all felt so good. Mercedes tore away from their kiss and gripped the thin fabric of his shirt.

"Off," she demanded impatiently as she tugged the hem up his torso. Sam pressed one more kiss against her lips, before he followed her instructions. He lifted himself up onto his knees, his weight sinking into the cushions beneath him and Mercedes watched breathlessly as he tugged the fabric over his head.

She was captivated by the way his muscles glided under his skin and when the fabric cleared his head—his blond locks were even more mussed. God, but Sam was sexy. He looked unreal as he knelt above her, green eyes smoldering with desire and lips kiss-swollen.

Mercedes reached out and slid her fingers into the area behind the button of his jeans and dragged Sam back on top of her. She wasted no time in planting her lips on his and burying one hand in his hair. Her free hand trailed up his back—using her fingernails to scratch lightly along his skin.

Sam pressed his hips closer; his hands falling on her hips as he ground against her. They were moaning and gasping and Mercedes never wanted to stop. They separated for air, before diving back into each kiss.

Mercedes was on fire—everything was hypersensitive to Sam's touch. His fingers left her hips and he pushed her shirt up until Mercedes broke the kiss to tug it off. They didn't even pay attention to where it was going as she tossed it across the room.

Sam's lips didn't reattach to hers and she whined, before she exhaled sharply when she felt him tug at the hem of her underwear and then slide them off her legs.

"Sam," she moaned as he moved himself down the couch until his mouth was level with her crotch. She glanced down at him, long enough to see him give her a sultry look, before his mouth descended on her folds.

Mercedes let out a yowl of pleasure as he sucked her clit and slid two fingers into her warm center. Gasping as Sam's tongue made quick work of her body; Mercedes caressed her breasts and rocked her hips into Sam's mouth.

It didn't take long before she found herself skyrocketing over the edge with a long drawn-out moan of, "Sammy." She whimpered her way through the aftershocks, Sam kissing his way back up her torso. She caught his lips in a kiss and he smiled against her mouth.

"Good, baby?" he asked, before Mercedes tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth.

"It's not over yet," she replied, before she slid her hands into his hair and pulled him into a rough kiss. Sam was still hard and heavy as she kissed him until they desperately needed air. She moved her hands down his back until she reached the top of his jeans.

"Do you have a condom?" she asked and Sam nodded as she trailed her fingers across from his lower back to his lower abs and then slid them into the space between his skin and the jeans.

Sam's stomach clenched, but he rested more of his weight against her and leaned over the side of the couch to grab his backpack.

"I guess you have learned to always be prepared," she teased, remembering the one night a few weeks ago that they had gotten frisky, but had to stop because neither of them had protection. Sam had hobbled home that evening.

Since then, they made a habit of bringing some wherever they went.

Sam lifted his lower body all the way back onto the couch and leaned over her with a smirk. "I am never missing out on the chance to make love to you ever again," he told her, before placing a smacking kiss on her mouth and then ripping open the foil packet with his teeth.

Mercedes popped the button of his jeans and slid her way to his erection without a word. Sam's eyes crossed when she wrapped her fingers around him. "Shit," he said with a tremulous smile as she caressed him lightly.

"Fuck," Mercedes whispered, "is more of what I have in mind."

Mercedes released him and then pushed his jeans and boxers down his hips until he was completely freed. She took the condom from his hand and took her sweet-time rolling it on him. Sam appeared as though he couldn't decide whether this teasing was torture or pleasurable.

"You are such a cock-tease sometimes," he told her a minute later.

Mercedes laughed. "How am I teasin'? My legs are open. I'm just waiting for you to make a move—"

Sam's hands lifted her hips abruptly and he slid into her. They both gasped at the sudden pleasure that silenced Mercedes.

"Fuck, yes," Sam groaned before he started thrusting quickly. Mercedes wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped the arm of the couch above her head as he pounded into her at just the right angle.

Mercedes was seeing spots of color burst behind her eyes as they got lost in the bliss of sex and the love that they shared. Neither of them were going to last very long. Sam thrust hard and fast and Mercedes felt gloriously full the entire time.

When she hit her climax, Mercedes clenched tightly around Sam and he lost control not three thrusts later. Panting and sweaty, they laid together in a mess of tangled limbs. The scent of sex lingered around them as Sam pressed lazy kisses to her mouth.

"If the biology test was a practical, we'd pass with flying colors."

Mercedes almost laughed, but Sam smothered her amusement with kisses. He was such a dork.

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