I hope you all can take one more sexy short chapter. Thanks again for all the support. I almost posted the wrong chapter today and realized, I needed to slow my roll in more ways than one. Work is hectic, but I will try my best to finish this story by Saturday.
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 Thirteen
August 17, 2023
Sam, not wanting to give Mercedes an excuse to back away from him, gave Mercedes her space for a few days. Also, he knew she needed to recover from their first night together. He was also taking her friends' advice to heart. He didn't want to come across as clingy. He kept himself busy with his restaurant and trying to spend time with daughter. This helped a lot to keep his mind off her.
He did text her here and there to check in. And to tease her.
On Thursday, he figured that four days was a suitable amount of time for him to contact her. So, he decided to text her with the intentions of setting up another sex marathon.
Sam:
Are you Walking straight yet?
Mercedes:
No thanks to you! But, yes, I am.
Sam:
Ha! You know you loved every second of it and are wanting more.
Mercedes:
Had I known you'd be this cocky, I would never have shown up on your doorstep.
Sam:
Stop playing. You know you enjoyed every second of it. You could've tapped out at any time.
Mercedes:
You forget that I have been on a sexual hiatus for the past two years, and I couldn't let an old man like you show me up.
Sam:
Oh! You are going to pay for calling me an old man.
Mercedes:
Promise?
Sam's dick immediately hardened at that one-word question.
Sam:
Where are you today? Office or worksite?"
Mercedes:
Office.
Sam:
Don't get lunch. I'll be there at 12:30.
Mercedes:
Okay…
Sam:
Don't worry.
He ended their texting there without any further explanation. With a huge smile on his face, Sam walked into the kitchen of his restaurant and began to fix food for lunch.
As he prepared it, he thought about how he couldn't wait to take Mercedes out on proper dates. He felt bad for all the home dates, his restaurant dates, and anything else he could come up with to trick Mercedes into thinking they weren't actually dates. If he could, he'd take her to the best restaurants in the city, get her on his yacht for some sun and a gourmet picnic, take her to art galleries, concerts, and anything else he could come up with. Anything to let her know she deserved the best.
On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true…That is why all the guys in town follow you, all around…just like me they long to be close to you…Sam hummed as every part of him longed to be forever close to the woman of his dreams.
"Hey, I'm looking for Mercedes Jones." Sam said to the young assistant. "I'm here to deliver her lunch."
Among other things.
He held up the paper bag with the logo for his restaurant on the side.
"Hello, Mr. Evans. She's waiting for you in her office." The young woman pointed to a closed door behind her."
"Thank you."
Sam appreciated Mercedes' place of business as he walked to her office door. It was decorated like a living room, except with two desks facing each other. One smaller one for her assistant. And a large one, more like a table, where Sam assumed she had consultations with her clients. But the rest looked like something out of a magazine ad. Light gray couches, coffee table, fireplace, and all the trimmings to make it look like a home. The space showcased her talent as an interior designer. She had impeccable taste and knew how to make the optimal use of the space.
Sam knocked on her door.
"Come in."
Sam opened the door. His eyes immediately found and connected with hers. His heart flip-flopped in his chest. His stomach felt like someone put a thousand butterflies inside him. And the heat… The moment their eyes connected the temperature rose to dangerous levels.
Sam couldn't stop the goofy smile that spread across his face.
"I brought–" the words came out gruff and husky. Sam cleared his throat and tried again. "I brought lunch."
He thought Mercedes looked so unbelievably hot sitting behind her desk. The boss vibes radiated from her. He wondered if he could make her beg in the place she was at her most alpha female status.
"Look at that. My own food delivery service from the owner, himself." Mercedes said as she stood.
Sam watched as she walked towards him and then past him to the door.
"Bree?"
"Yes, Mercedes?"
"You can go to lunch."
"Alright."
"Oh, and Bree?"
"Yes."
"Take your time coming back. Mr. Evans and I are going to have a working lunch."
"Yes, ma'am."
Sam immediately felt himself stiffen even further in his jeans.
Once her assistant had quickly grabbed her purse and left the office, Mercedes walked over to the front door, flipped her sign to closed and locked the door. She turned with a small smile and strutted back to her private office.
She wore a body-hugging black pencil skirt with a pretty purple blouse. Her dark skin glowed against the color. The black pumps made her legs flex as she came towards him. Her hair was pulled back into a perfect messy bun.
The moment she closed her door, Sam practically dropped the bag of food and was on her. Her back was to him and he pressed her against the frosted glass. Mercedes gasped at the feel of his erection against her behind. His mouth next to her ear, he flicked the shell with his tongue.
"I've been dreaming of this moment since I dropped you off at your house on Sunday." Sam whispered against her ear. "But I knew I needed to wait for you to recover."
"Good news for you and me that my recovery is complete."
"Then how about we work up an appetite for the food I brought?"
"Are you gonna keep talking or are you gonna prove to me that what happened over the weekend wasn't a fluke or a faulty memory?"
Sam growled.
He spun her around. His mouth crushed against hers. He dipped his tongue into her mouth rhythmically as his hands caressed over her ass. Sam found the zipper of her skirt and slid it down. He pushed the fabric down and the skirt dropped at her feet. He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to her desk. He sat in her chair and pulled her to stand in between his legs.
"No one has sat in my chair before." Mercedes quirked an eyebrow.
"There's a first time for everything. Now, turn." He said as he circled the air with a finger.
Mercedes did as instructed. She turned to face away from him. In front of his face was the glorious, round globes of her delectable ass. The fabric of a white thong disappeared between them.
Sam leaned forward and kissed each cheek. He lifted his hands to the waistband of her skimpy panties and began pulling them down until they fell to the floor.
"And now for dessert." Sam breathed against her skin.
He pressed a hand against her back, forcing her down on her desk. He spread her wide. Sam flattened his tongue, gathered up her feminine nectar on it, and licked up to the top of her back slit.
"Sam, please!" Mercedes begged.
Sam smirked. It's just what he'd wanted. To take her from tough boss to soft and begging.
He gripped her hips and turned her around.
"Sit."
Mercedes wasted no time following his command. By the way her eyes lit up, he could tell she knew what was coming. She sat on the edge of her desk. Then she kicked off her heels and lifted her feet to the armrests on her chair he was occupying. She spread her knees wide.
"Hell." Sam whispered in awe. "You really do look and taste so good."
To Sam her vulva was beautiful. Her mound, plump. The outer lips were fat and made him want to nibble them. Her inner lips unfolded like flower petals to reveal what was underneath. A pink center that glistened with her arousal. Her clit plump and poked out from under its hood.
He slid the chair forward. His head descended between her legs. Mercedes dropped back to her elbows and threw her head back as his tongue licked her. Sam wrapped his hands around the tops of her thighs, holding her open as he feasted on her.
He slurped and suckled her the way he'd eat a peach. And just like the fuzzy fruit, she dripped down his chin. She'd tasted so good on Saturday, and now was no different. He'd gladly eat her out every day as part of his already well-balanced diet.
Sam flicked his tongue slowly and deliberately over her clit. Mercedes rolled her hips against him for more friction. Small pants escaped her lips.
"More, Sam. I need more." Mercedes commanded breathlessly.
Sam knew better than to deviate from where he was, how he was doing it, and the speed in which he was doing it. Mercedes's fingers found their way into his hair. He looked up and found her eyes on him. Their gazes locked as he tongued her. She bit her lip and began to ride his tongue in earnest. Sam nearly came in his jeans. Her body tensed and she threw her head back as she began to flex on his tongue. She bucked against his mouth as she came apart.
"Ah…Sam!" She cried out.
Before she could come down from her high, Sam frantically unfastened and pulled down his jeans and briefs. He plunged in deep, bringing back Mercedes's climax.
"Sam, what the hell!" She shouted.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. Sam gripped her hips tightly and pounded into her fast and hard. He felt himself losing all control. She made him wild. But his head was clear enough to want to give her another deep orgasm before chasing his.
Sam flipped her over. Placed his hand at the back of her neck, pressing her cheek against her desk. And then thrust back in. He aimed his ring straight towards that soft spongy spot at the back of her clit. Mercedes's legs immediately began to shake.
"That's it. I want you to cum hard on my cock." Sam leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
He punctuated the last of his sentence with a deep stroke. Mercedes could only gasp in response. He kept the pace slow. His hips rolled with every thrust. And just when he knew she was comfortable with the pace and rhythm, Sam gripped her harder and slammed into her. He increased his strokes until their skin smacked and Mercedes's feet raised off the floor every time his hips met her ass.
"Yes! Yes! Sam yes!" Mercedes screamed.
Sam felt the pressure and he pulled out. Mercedes gushed with her orgasm. When all was clear, he slipped back in. Mercedes cried out and her legs trembled. Sam extended her orgasm and the ripples he felt around his cock, ripped his own climax from him. His signature growl filled the room as his cum bathed her internal walls. Sam leaned forward and rested his forehand between her shoulders. They both panted erratically.
"Lord have mercy, Mercedes! You make me cum so hard."
"YOU!" Mercedes exclaimed. "You make me gush almost every time we have sex. My office floor is a mess!"
"Sorry." Sam cringed. "I have some napkins in the bag with the food. Let me grab them."
He finally lifted himself off her. He pulled up his pants as he walked over to where he'd left the bag on the floor.
Mercedes peeled herself off the desk. She bent over to pick up her panties.
"Well, these are ruined for the rest of the day." She held up the completely soaked undies.
"If it's any consolation, at least your skirt wasn't over there." Sam picked it up in front of the door.
"The one silver lining." Mercedes grinned at him.
He walked over with the bag and her skirt.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom to clean myself up." Mercedes told him.
While she hurriedly headed out to the office bathroom, Sam busied himself with cleaning up the mess. When she came back, he headed to the bathroom to clean off his cock and wash his hands. He came back and unloaded the food on her desk.
"Since it's lunch and you have quite a few more hours to go, I didn't want to bring you anything too heavy. So, I made you a pasta salad. Just a creamy balsamic vinegar dressing, drizzled over rotini, and fresh veggies. I also have some fresh baked bread with olive oil, salt, and pepper to dip it in." Sam said as he revealed each item.
"Ugh! Thank you! I'm starving and it all looks and smells so delicious." Mercedes looked at the spread lovingly.
"Please, dig in." Sam gestured.
Mercedes busied herself with filling a plate he brought.
She missed the look of pure love on his face.
In due time, Sam. In due time for now just in just being close to her.
Mercedes had officially broken her 'Three Times Only' rule.
The Three Times Only Rule stated that she could only have sex with someone three times. Any more than that and people start catching feelings.
She'd broken it ten times over. Over the next month, Mercedes and Sam found every chance they could get to have sex. If Chelsea went to a friend's house and neither Mercedes nor Sam were too busy…they'd have sex. It was after dinner and Chelsea was busy on her phone, Sam would sneak over to Mercedes's place, and they'd have sex. Lunch in her office…more sex. After her work day was over, they'd have dinner in his office and then…even more sex.
They had sex like teenagers or early twenty-somethings who'd just started having sex for the first time. They couldn't get enough of each other. She'd never been so thoroughly laid in all her life. She was not about to go from Beef Wellington back to hamburger patties she had before her sexual hiatus. Sacrifices had to be made in order for her to continue having the best sex of her life.
Mercedes rolled off Sam's lap and grabbed a towel she'd knew she needed before they started. They'd gotten in the habit of having something nearby to clean up the mess. She wiped her lady bits and passed the towel to Sam.
Mercedes closed her eyes and focused on catching her breath. When she opened them again, she caught Sam staring at her. The look on his face was so loving that it made her heart jump into her throat and her tummy somersault. She'd caught him a few times over the last month giving her similar looks, but he never said anything. She knew he had feelings for her and she couldn't deny that she was extremely fond of him. But it was something she didn't want to talk about. Mercedes also knew that she should end it. She didn't want to hurt him, but she couldn't stay away either.
The situation was becoming more and more difficult. And she had no idea how to move forward, so she just kept doing what they'd been doing. Screwing him and pretending there were no feelings between them.
"Hey, I have a question to ask you." She said quickly to keep the subject safe.
It must have worked because Sam's look of love cleared.
"Sure. Go ahead."
"I was wondering if it would be alright to take Chelsea to Blaine's gym to take some self-defense classes. You know Blaine. He's Kurt's husband."
"Yeah, I remember him. He's kind of hard to forget." Sam chuckled. "Curly really gelled hair and the opposite of Kurt."
"Right?!" Mercedes chuckled. "So, what do you think?"
"I think it's a wonderful idea. It would actually give me peace of mind knowing CeCe can handle herself if she's ever alone and needs to fight back."
"That's exactly what I was thinking."
"Yes, please take her. You have my permission."
"Perfect." Mercedes grinned.
"Now, are we gonna rewind to what we missed before you attacked me earlier." Sam pointed to her TV.
"I'm pretty sure you attacked me, but we missed half the season."
Mercedes looked at the screen and saw the words 'are you still watching,' which tended to mean at least four episodes had played continuously. They'd started fooling around within the first ten minutes of the first episode. So, definitely half the season.
Sam snorted. "When I'm around you, all I have to hear is the opening bars of every show's theme song, and I'm instantly hard."
Mercedes shouted out with laughter and collapsed against him.
After they got their laughter under control, they snuggled up, and began to watch the new series for real this time.
"Hello all!" Mercedes said as she and Chelsea walked into the locker room.
"Hey, Mercedes!" Tina smiled.
"Hello!" Kurt waved.
"I'd like you two to meet, Miss Chelsea." Mercedes wrapped her arm around Chelsea's shoulder. "Chelsea. These are two of my besties. Tina and Kurt."
"Hey." Chelsea said somewhat bashfully.
Mercedes had already told her friends that Chelsea didn't know about what was happening between her and Sam. She didn't need one of them slipping up and telling on them.
"Are you ready to learn how to protect yourself, Chelsea?" Kurt asked the teen shadowboxing in his unique way.
Chelsea tried to stifle a giggle. "Uh…I guess."
"If you don't calm your ass down." Mercedes placed her hands on Kurt's shoulders. "Unless you have forgotten what happened when I did the same thing before kickboxing class when we were in college."
"I certainly haven't." Tina cosigned trying to stop from giggling.
"That's how the romance between Kurt and his now husband started." Mercedes informed Chelsea. "I was goofing around and kicked the bag too hard. He was staring at his future husband and not paying attention. The bag smacked him right upside the head. Knocked him clean out."
They all burst out laughing except Kurt.
"I still don't see what's so funny." Kurt pouted.
"That's because you didn't see it." Tina said, and they laughed some more.
"But Blaine came over with some ice and smelling salts. He was so sweet. You'll see. He's nothing but a soft cuddly teddy bear." Mercedes assured Chelsea.
Once they'd changed into their workout clothes, they headed over to the sparring ring. Blaine was already there in black gym shorts and matching tank top.
After kissing Kurt softly on the lips, Blaine looked over at Mercedes and Chelsea. He strode over with a smile.
"Hello, ladies. And Mercedes, who is this pretty little lady you have brought to my gym?" He nodded his head at Chelsea.
His charm was enough to make the teen's lips immediately spread into a smile.
"I'm Chelsea." She beamed up at him.
"Well, Chelsea. Are you ready to learn how to kick some butt?"
"You bet!"
"Then get yourself over there with the rest of the ladies."
Chelsea scampered over to Mercedes's friends and a few others who'd signed up for the self-defense class.
"Hey, B." Mercedes stopped Blaine before he walked away. "She's been hanging out with some older boys. She said she's not anymore, but I highly doubt that. I need her to be able to defend herself. So, if you've got some moves on how to get out of sticky sexual situations. Like being cornered against a wall or getting a guy off her if she's lying down. That would be great. I know how quickly things can escalate in those situations."
Mercedes thought about Kurt and what he'd gone through in college. By his expression and the way his eyes traveled over to his husband, Mercedes knew he was thinking about it, too.
"I can absolutely do that." Blaine nodded.
"Thanks, B."
"You are welcome, sweet Cedie."
They spent the next hour working on techniques to defend themselves during a date rape situation. They worked up a decent sweat. But mostly they bantered and encouraged each other.
"So, one more time. If he has you on the ground and in between your legs. You start fighting and if he goes to choke you. Wrap your legs around his waist to hold him there." Blaine demonstrated as he positioned himself on top of Mercedes.
"Then if he has you by the neck, wrap your hands around his arms and place your hands behind each elbow. Mercedes raise your legs from my waist to my shoulders with your feet crossed behind my head." She did as he asked. "Now, raise your hips. Whoa! Whoa! It's me, Mercedes. It's me."
Everyone laughed. The position had begun to bend his elbows backward.
"As you all can see, once you have their elbows trapped and their head locked, when you lift your hips, it bends back their elbows. If you keep going, you'll break their arms." Blaine finished.
Mercedes released him. And Kurt went over to give his man a kiss on the nose before Blaine could jump up. He held out his hand and pulled his husband off the mat.
"Okay, Chelsea. Are you ready to try?" Blaine asked the teen.
"Yeah, I think so." She stepped forward.
"You can do it, Chelsea!
"You got this!
Everyone encouraged her.
"I don't think I should do this with you. How about we get a teenager." Blaine said to her and then scanned the gym. "Hey, Matt!"
A teenage boy, who also could be mixed race, stopped as he headed towards the treadmills. He was cute as a button. Mercedes saw Chelsea's eyes widen.
"Yeah, Blaine?" The boy said.
"Can you come over and help with a self-defense move?"
"Uh, sure."
Matt jogged over to the mat. When he got a closer look at Chelsea and realized he had to work with her, his eyes also blinked with shock and attraction.
Smooth move, Blaine. Mercedes grinned.
Blaine quickly demonstrated what they were working on. Matt must have been one of his mixed martial arts students, because they had a camaraderie like they already knew each other and the boy quickly picked up on what Blaine was asking him to do.
"Alright, you two. Show us what you've got. And be careful, Chelsea. Don't hit him too hard. We don't want to break his arms." Blaine chuckled.
They all screamed and cheered as Chelsea successfully stopped Matt multiple times as they practiced. All the while they smiled shyly at each other.
After class was over and they all milled about, Mercedes walked over to Blaine and Kurt.
"I see what ya did there, B." Mercedes said.
"What?"
"Matt and Chelsea. Don't pretend that it was one hundred percent innocent."
"You mentioned she was seeing older boys, and I know how that can be. Matt is a sweet kid. I figured if they hit it off, he would be better suited for her." Blaine shrugged.
"Well, I, and I'm sure her dad, appreciates it. And they do seem to be hitting it off. Maybe she'll give up on the older boys now." Mercedes said.
"You really love her, don't you?" Kurt asked.
Mercedes looked over at the teen again.
"Yeah, I do. She's awesome."
"Hmm…it's so easy for you to say that about her. Maybe you should try it with…others." Kurt smirked at her.
"I love you. See? I say it all the time." Mercedes stuck out her tongue.
"You know what I mean."
"Leave it, Kurt."
"Fine." Kurt raised his hands in mock surrender.
Mercedes cut the conversation before it could even get started. She knew her friend meant well, but it wasn't something she was ready to face. She doubt she could ever let down her walls to make herself feel vulnerable to fall in love ever again.
I like things just the way they are.
Mercedes told herself. She felt everything was perfect. What was the point in getting emotions mixed up in it?