Another short sexy chapter. I am probably more excited about than you all, but thanks for all you to do to continue to allow our fandom to still be here after all these years...

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Most of this is borrowed from Glee, the author, Twyla Turner, role plays, and other sources. I am just the juggler keeping all these perspectives in the air as this story is told for our fandom.

Chapter Twelve

August 12 ,2023

Sam woke up after taking an hour power nap. He blinked sleepily. The soft dawn light gently illuminated the woman in his bed. She faced him. She looked stunning, even in sleep. Even with her mouth slightly slack with a little drool sliding from the corner.

She'd washed her face of all the makeup she had on after their first round which quickly led to the second round of shower sex. She was make up free the rest of the night. Natural Mercedes was his favorite version of her. Her skin color was so beautiful and her features so striking. He could stare at her face every morning in his bed and look at his second favorite part of her, her lush lips which had driven him almost insane were even fuller from his numerous kisses.

After their second round in the shower, Sam had made them BLT sandwiches. They laughed and ate naked in the middle of his massive bed. Then he took her over and over. Every corner of the bed. Every inch of his shower. Even the door. Sam could not get enough of her responsive body and how they communicated without words in the bed. It was if she knew everything he needed, and everything he did to her was just what she always wanted but never knew how to ask to be dominated. The aftercare of her soaking in his jacuzzi to relax her muscles with candles and him catering to her every need seemed to be something she had never experienced. The whole night seemed to be a first for her and if he were honest it was a first for him as well. He didn't feel compelled to be like he was in his past videos. He only did the things that brought them both pleasure. And every thing he did she responded to like the woman of his dreams. They were sexually compatible. More than that...they were soul mates. She was designed by the Creator for him. She was his match in and out of bed.

Soon his thoughts went back to everything they did last night and the wee hours of the morning. He'd worn her out and he didn't want to wake her peaceful sleep. But those thoughts had him craving her, and he was hard as a rock again. He needed to be close to her. So, he slowly scooted towards her. He leaned his head forward and softly kissed her nose. Mercedes stirred slightly and winkled her adorable nose. He laughed to himself. He kissed it again. This time she grumbled and turned over. She unknowingly gave him full access to his favorite feature of hers: Her amazing ass. It was an ass that could launch a million ships.

Sam moved closer to wrap his arm around her waist and pulled her back against him. She snuggled deeply into him. She must be waking up he thought as she pressed her ass back against his hard length. Sam hissed quietly. He gripped his cock and sought out her entrance passed her luscious ass and between the folds of her labia. He gritted his teeth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, when he discovered her still sopping wet.

He slipped between her folds easily. He stroked in shallowly. Mercedes moaned full waking up in response. Then Sam thrust in deeply. His ring hit that secret spot within her and Mercedes causing her to scream out in pleasure. He could listen to her screams all night. Surely, she must have had training in singing opera because the notes she hit.

"Sam!"

"Yes…" He hummed into the back of her neck.

"Aah! You've got to be kidding me. You're not tapped out yet?"

"Not even close."

"Oh hell, I am seriously screwed." She hissed under her breath.

"I am tried to keep your that way."

"You are so funny."

Sam pulled her closer and began to stroke in and out in earnest. Mercedes gripped his arm that banded around her. Her head thrown back against his chest. Back arched. He planted soft kisses on her neck, back, and shoulder as he plunged in deep.

"Oh. Sam...I...!"

"I know." He whispered in her ear. "I know exactly what you need."

With his body, he pushed her over onto her stomach. He positioned himself on top, instructed her to keep her legs together, and stroked through her thick thighs and ass into her deep recesses. His hips rolled seductively. And he hit her G-spot over and over.

Mercedes's body tensed. She screamed into the pillow. Then her body convulsed over and over as she came on his cock. Her internal walls rippled around him and Sam quickly followed her. He leaned his forehead against the middle of her back and growled deeply as he spilled whatever he had left in him.

Mercedes melted into the mattress. As Sam melted into her. Their hearts pounded together in full synchronicity.

Sam couldn't deny the feelings coursing through him. He couldn't deny them any more than he could deny the sun rising outside, that would end their night together. He had fallen completely in love with the woman lying under him. And that scared him to death.

She didn't even want a relationship. She'd already been married and that had ended in disaster. He didn't blame her for wanting to steer clear of anything serious. But where did that leave them? Where did that leave him?

And he definitely didn't want to mess up what CeCe had with Mercedes. His daughter had experienced enough loss.

He knew and decided that for the time being, he would have to keep his feelings to himself. He'd have to wait and feel Mercedes out first. His gut told him that she cared more than what she was letting on. But she'd have to admit it to herself, before she could even begin to admit it to him.

"Okay, I think I've had my fill…for now." Sam said and kissed the skin between her shoulder blades.

"I never thought I'd say this, but…thank God!" Mercedes laughed into the pillow.

The movement forced his softened cock to slip from her folds.

"I'll get you a towel." He pushed off the bed.

"Thank you."

Sam strutted into the bathroom. He wet a towel with cool water. He came back and Mercedes still hadn't moved. He grinned. After crawling back over to her, Sam pressed the cool towel to her battered and bruised pussy. Her body tensed.

"Ah! Sssssam…" Mercedes gasped and hissed.

"Sorry." Sam cringed.

"It's okay. It's a good pain."

Sam finished wiping away his cum mixed with her feminine nectar.

"I better get you home. I have no idea when Chelsea will be back." Sam hopped out of bed as if he'd had a full eight hours of sleep instead of one at the most two. "But first…breakfast. We definitely have time for me to fix you that."

"You don't have to get me home. I'm fine." Mercedes slowly scooted to the edge of the bed.

She stood and then quickly fell back to the mattress.

"Are you sure about that?" Sam smirked.

"Yes!" She gave him a pointed look that said 'shut the hell up.'

Mercedes tried again. She stood and then took a step. Her knees buckled and she began to crumple to the ground. Sam's reflexes were fast. He swiftly leapt towards her and caught her before she could reach the ground. She clutched his arms as he helped her stand.

"Where would you like to go?" He asked.

"To the bathroom." She grumbled.

Sam squatted slightly and lifted her up into his arms. He cradled her like a baby as he walked her into the bathroom. He left to give her some privacy. Once the toilet flushed, he walked back in and helped her back into his room. He sat her on the edge of the bed and then handed her the folded clothes she'd brought back.

"I think you might need these again." Sam grinned.

"You can wipe that little smirk off your face." Mercedes frowned up at him.

"What smirk? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"That 'I told you so' smirk." She waved at his face. "Fine. I'm having difficulties walking. Whatever. You don't have to look so smug."

Sam snorted in an attempt to stifle his laughter. Mercedes's lips twitched. They looked at each other and then burst out laughing. She fell back against the bed.

"I can't believe you damn near screwed me into a wheelchair."

They laughed even harder.

Sam wiped the tears from his eyes after their laughter subsided.

"Come on. Let's eat some breakfast." He stood. "What would you like? Pancakes, waffles, or French toast?"

"Pancakes!"

"I also have some turkey sausage and eggs. Does that sound good?"

"Yes, please!" Mercedes said urgently. Her stomach growled and she rubbed it. "I could eat everything in your fridge at this point."

"We did burn a lot of calories."

"Indeed." It was Mercedes's turn to smirk.

Sam helped her get dressed. He helped her up and guided her down to the kitchen. Once they reached the island, he gripped her waist and lifted her onto one of the stools.

"This is just embarrassing." Mercedes chuckled to herself.

"You're just not used to the ring. It can be intense if you've never tried it before."

"Whoever Prince Albert was, I thank him and despise him at the same time." Mercedes said wearily.

Sam's shoulders shook with mirth as he grabbed things from the fridge. Placed them on the counter. He walked around the island to stand next to her.

"You just relax right there, Mercedes my queen. And watch me work."

"Gladly."

He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips. When he pulled back the look on Mercedes's face made his stomach flutter. It was such a loving and contented look. The look of someone deeply in love.

Please let it be true…

Mercedes thanked the Lord she took an Uber to their brunch anyway on Sundays. She certainly wasn't up for driving. She wasn't even up for brunch. All she wanted to do was sleep. Sam had only given her about an hour and a half at the most two. Then he drove her home after a coma inducing breakfast. Once he'd helped her inside and up the stairs to her condo, he'd kissed her so thoroughly, she feared he'd ask to come in. Instead, he smirked and left her there.

The restaurant hadn't filled up yet when she walked in. She spotted her friends and they waved her over. Mercedes hobbled over to them slowly.

She hadn't changed from the sweatshirt and joggers he'd given her. She'd gathered her tangled curls up into a messy bun. If it could even be called a bun. It appeared more like a rat's nest than anything else.

"What the hell happened to you?" Tina asked with wide eyes.

Mercedes gingerly lowered herself to the remaining empty chair and tried not to hiss with pain.

"You look like you got jumped." Santana added.

"I kinda did." Mercedes groaned.

"Ladies, I'm severely disappointed in you." Kurt said.

"Huh?" Both Tina and Santana looked at her perplexed.

"It appears as if our friend had a night of extremely impolite sex." Kurt said proudly, being the first to figure it out.

"Ding. Ding. Ding." Mercedes said wearily. "I'm proud of you, Kurt."

Kurt beamed proudly as Mercedes waved over the waiter.

"Shut up!" Tina shouted under her breath.

"Finally!" Santana clenched her fist.

"Yeah, I got jumped, alright. Jumped by Sam's dick."

The waiter choked hearing the last sentence.

"Sorry." Mercedes raised an apologetic hand. "Fill 'er up. And, of course, keep 'em coming. Oh, I'll take a glass of ice water too. I need fluids. Dear God, I need fluids."

She held up her champagne flute. He quickly filled her glass with the mimosa. He left to get her a glass of water. When he came back, Mercedes chugged the water within seconds.

"I wonder if they have IVs of fluids in the back." She looked at the menu, pretending to look for it.

Her friends could only stare at her in wonder. Never in the ten plus years of knowing her, had they seen her this thoroughly ravaged by a sexual encounter.

"Did the retired porn star break you?" Santana asked. Her voice was tinged with wonder.

"My pride wants to say no. But my girl," Mercedes looked down at her crotch, "says otherwise."

"Wow…" Tina said just as astonished. "How many orgasms did you have?"

"I lost count after ten."

"That's got to be a record!" Tina shouted.

"You two need to be entered into the World's Record Book for longest sexual marathon that produced the most orgasms in one night." Santana looked proud of her.

"So…you've finally met your match." Kurt said.

"Eh. I won't necessarily say that." Mercedes tried to play it off.

"It wasn't a question." Kurt clarified. "It was a statement of fact."

"Whatever."

"I mean, you never leave the house without being presentable. Well, other than the one time." Tina cringed when Mercedes gave her a face.

They were never to bring up Shane and that horrible day.

"I didn't have the energy. I almost didn't come. Especially, since he made me a huge and amazing breakfast. But we so rarely get to see each other in person these days." Mercedes sighed.

"So…" Santana said.

"So, what?"

"Are you gonna give us the details or what?" Tina answered for her.

"Well, it started with a trench coat and a plan…"

Mercedes told them the juiciest parts of her night. But for time constraints and pure exhaustion, she didn't regale them like she usually did.

"Hot damn!" Santana exclaimed after Mercedes finished. "So, he lived up to his former profession?"

"I am sure he surpassed it. You know how porn isn't exactly a realistic example of regular sex. They have to angle everything just right to get the money shot. Little or no foreplay. It's a job not necessarily people's personal sex tapes. But he was playful. He was very giving and found pleasure in it. He was rough yet gentle. But then he was also the dominant beast that you see in his films." Mercedes finished thoughtfully.

Her mind cleared and she looked at her friends. They just stared at her in varying degrees of shock.

"What?" Mercedes asked fearfully.

"Nothing." They said in unison.

"You all saw what I saw right?" Santana asked.

Mercedes had gotten up to use the restroom. The moment she was out of earshot, Santana had leaned forward to pose the question.

"Uh…yeah." Tina said.

"She's falling in love with him." Kurt answered.

"Absolutely."

"One hundred."

"But you know the minute we bring it up, she'll deny it. And quite possibly run." Santana predicted.

"Without a doubt. So, we have to keep it to ourselves and try to help Sam in any way we can." Tina suggested.

"That's as good a plan as any." Kurt agreed.

"We'd like to speak to Sam, please." Santana said to the hostess at Evans.

The three friends had decided to head to his restaurant after brunch. Mercedes hadn't been in the mood to do anything extra. All she'd wanted to do was go home, soak in her jacuzzi tub, take some ibuprofen, and sleep for the next eighteen hours, before the work week started. But they were tipsy and on a mission.

"Uh…he's quite busy. Can I ask who's here to see him?"

"Tell him Mercedes's friends are here." Tina said.

"Okay. Excuse me for a moment."

The hostess walked back into the kitchen. It took only a few moments before Sam walked out. The group took in his appearance. While Mercedes had looked as if she had been a victim of a crime, Sam seemed energized and had a little pep in his step. As soon as he spotted them, he beamed brightly.

"Oh, he's a goner." Tina said.

"For sho." Santana agreed.

"The best word would be smitten." Kurt added.

"Yeah…" Tina said dreamily.

Sam reached them and shook their hands.

"Kurt, how is married life?" He asked politely.

"Wonderful. Thank you."

He squinted at the other two thinking for a moment.

"Tina and…Santana, right?"

"Right!" Tina said brightly.

"So, what can I do for you ladies?"

"We need to talk about Mercedes." Santana said.

"Okay." He frowned a bit nervously. "She is not hurt is she?"

"No, she's fine. A little worse for wear, but fine."

Sam sighed with relief and then smiled as if he was remembering a private moment.

Mercedes' friends looked at him and then at each other knowingly.

"How about we take this to my office where it's a little more private?"

"Works for us." Santana said.

They followed him to the back and into his office.

"Please, have a seat."

He found a third chair and placed it with the other two in front of his desk. As they got comfortable, he walked around his desk and took a seat.

"Okay, I'm ready when you are." Sam said to get the ball rolling.

"What are your intentions towards Mercedes?" Tina said first.

Sam didn't pretend as if he didn't understand the question or the subject matter.

"I want to marry her and be with her forever. I am really in love with her." He admitted looking too conflicted to be a man so enthralled with the woman of his dreams.

All three of them sagged in their chairs with relief.

"Oh, thank goodness!" Tina said.

"Why do you ask?"

"We're sure you know that she has an aversion to relationships." Santana said.

"I do."

"Well, we want to make sure we help out in any way we can. Without getting in the way too much, of course. But we wanted to make sure your intentions were pure. No sense in helping out a guy who doesn't want more than a sexual tryst with her." Tina said.

"I absolutely want everything and more."

"And you're not just looking for a replacement mom for your daughter?" Kurt asked.

"Great question!" Tina lightly smacked Kurt's arm in approval.

"Right?!" Santana leaned forward to look at them both.

Sam stifled a chuckle.

"I promise you that isn't the only reason, but I can't deny that it's part of why I love her. She is everything I've ever wanted. And then there's the bonus that my daughter loves her and she seems to love my daughter right back." Sam said honestly.

"I appreciate your candor." Kurt said.

Sam nodded.

"I don't want to get your hopes up," Santana started, "but it does seem that Mercedes is smitten with you."

"Even though she was uncharacteristically bedraggled today, she seemed almost dreamy. That's not our Mercedes. But we won't bring it up to her, for fear she'll run." Tina said.

"Same. I have not told her of my feelings for the exact same reason." Sam confessed.

"Just take your time with her. I mean, whatever you've been doing has worked better than any man who has tried in years." Tina explained.

"Yeah, try to make sure you show her that you have no intentions of taking away her freedom or stifling her in any way." Santana suggested.

"Definitely, work on keeping things exciting." Kurt added.

"Duly noted." Sam nodded. "I really appreciate your help. It means a lot."

"You're welcome." They said in unison.

"Okay, we see you are busy. We won't take up any more of your time." Tina said thoughtfully as she stood up.

The other two followed. They shook his hand and showed themselves out of the restaurant.

"He wasn't even intimidated by the three of us grilling him." Santana said.

"And did you see how his face mirrored Mercedes's. They both are walking around with their heads in the clouds."

"Well, I would be too if I had the kind of sex they had last night." Kurt said.

"Kurt!" Tina shouted. "You're such a freak now. I love it!"

Kurt grinned happily. Tina and Santana laughed.

"I just hope that Mercedes doesn't do anything stupid. They're perfect for each other." Santana sighed.

"Her perfect match." Tina said dreamily.

None of them wanted to kill the hopeful mood. But they all had an uneasy feeling that their spicy friend was one hundred percent going to mess up the good thing she'd found.