Author's Note: Two updates in one day?! Whaaaaat? Haha It's Saturday and I'm in a crabby mood so I'm hiding out from the world and writing. Sue me. Lol
Anyway, this is a request from a guest, Caroline, who wanted an aggressive, horny Mercedes and a clueless Sam.
This chapter is going to be slightly AU and takes place during season 3 - Mercedes is not a virgin, she and Sam just got back together, and she wants sexy times with her man, but Sam does not seem to get the hint. I'd say this is somewhere between 'Saturday Night Glee-ver' and Senior Prom.
Enjoy!
Mercedes watched as the Glee club laughed and embraced after singing My Love Is Your Love in the auditorium. Mr. Schue came out from backstage and announced a free dinner at Breadstix on him and the group cheered, rushing to their teacher to embrace him in thanks. As they exited the auditorium, Mercedes settled her eyes on her boyfriend who happened to be looking at her as well. They shared a smile before Sam turned to Mike, muttering something she couldn't hear from across the stage. Mike nodded and walked off with Tina and the rest of the group whilst Sam and Mercedes stayed behind for a moment.
"'Cedes!" Kurt called before he exited with Blaine. "You coming?"
"Be there in a minute, Kurt," she replied with a wave and a pointed look. Kurt took the hint and replied with a look that said 'don't do anything I wouldn't do.' Mercedes waited until she and Sam were alone before she stalked up to him slowly. "Hi," she greeted him.
"Hey," he replied, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in a habit of nerves. "Um, look, I know we haven't really talked much this week. I'm sorry for what I said about Whitney, I know she's your idol and-"
"Sam," she placed a hand on his other arm that rested on the piano beside them. "It's okay. I know you didn't mean anything by it. And I'm sorry, too."
Sam's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Why are you sorry?"
Mercedes wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself as close to him as possible. "'Cause I'm just as much to blame for not talking to you. We haven't really discussed us since we kissed last week and I want to rectify that."
"Oh?" He placed his hands on her hips and stared down at her. "And how will we rectify it?"
"Like this," she whispered just before she crashed her lips into his. She probed his mouth with her tongue and stroked the roof of his mouth as her hands slid from his waist to his forearms, sliding his respectful hands down to her voluptuous ass. She pulled away from him for a second to take a breath and then traced his lips with her tongue before diving back in again. Sam groaned against her mouth, but his hands stayed stationary on her behind. Mercedes frowned into the kiss and rubbed herself against him, trying to get him to caress her. When she felt his stirring erection against her stomach she smirked and whimpered, but Sam quickly pulled away.
"Whoah." His chest heaved as he took in deep breaths. His lips were red and swollen and his cheeks held a faint blush, his eyes glazed over with lust. "We should slow down, baby."
Mercedes pouted and shook her head. She opened her mouth to protest when her cell phone rang. She grabbed the phone from her pocket and saw Kurt's name flashing across the screen. Sam's phone then went off a second later and before she could stop him, he answered it.
"Hello?... All right, man, we'll be there in a few minutes... Okay, bye." He hung up the phone and looked at Mercedes' annoyed expression, but either he didn't pick up on it, or he completely ignored it. "We should get going. Everyone is already at Breadstix waiting for us." He held out his hand and Mercedes begrudgingly took it, muttering curses under breath.
Mercedes stared at herself in the mirror in the girls dressing room backstage. She, Tina, Brittany, Santana, and Sugar just finished their rendition of Cell Block Tango for Sue, Beiste, and Coach Roz, but it completely blew up in their faces. The other girls had already changed and left the auditorium in shame, but Mercedes stayed behind. She could not for the life of her understand what was going on with Sam. It seemed every time Mercedes started something, Sam was the one to stop it before it went any further. She tried to be discreet about it, but she quickly realized that discretion was not going to cut it. Which is why she text Sam a few minutes ago to meet her backstage.
Glancing at the mirror again, Mercedes smirked at her reflection. She looked damn hot. The black blazer she wore was buttoned just under her bust, the top of her corset peeking out and her ample cleavage put on display. The form fitting pants accentuated her round ass perfectly while her hair was long and curled and her pouty lips were painted a tantalizing deep red. She heard a slight crashing down behind her and turned to see Sam stumbling over wires as he entered the secluded area. After he gained his balance again, he glanced up and his jaw dropped at the sight of his girlfriend.
"Hey Sammy," she purred.
"Uhh, h-hi..." He licked his suddenly dry lips, his eyes roaming her body freely. "What's, uh, going on? Your text sounded kind of urgent?"
Mercedes bit her lip seductively and sauntered over to him. She grabbed his biceps roughly and pushed him back until he fell into an empty chair, chuckling softly at his shocked expression. "I want to sing you a song..." She leaned down over him so he got an eye full of her breasts spilling out over the top of her corset. "You wanna hear me sing?"
Sam nodded slowly, practically drooling. Mercedes grinned and stepped back, pushing 'play' on her phone and the beginnings of a song began to play throughout the room. Mercedes swayed her hips back and forth slowly, her hands caressing her own body as Sam watched on.
I don't want you to be no slave
I don't want you to work all day
But I want you to be true
And I just wanna make love to you
Love to you, ooohooo
Love to you
Sam's jaw dropped completely and he stared as Mercedes unbuttoned her blazer, slipping it slowly off her shoulders as she sang.
All I want you to do is to bake your bread
Just to make sure that you're well fed
I don't want you sad and blue
And I just wanna make love to you
Love to you, ooohooo
Love to you, oooh
She went for her trousers next, unbuttoning them tantalizing slow and then she turned away from him during an instrumental break, twisting and shaking her ass as the pants slipped further and further down her body, revealing the lacy boy shorts inch by inch. Sam felt the stirring in his pants become uncomfortable and his hands clutched at the material of his jeans at his thighs.
The pants dropped to the floor and she turned back around to finish the song for him.
And I can tell by the way you walk that walk
And I can hear by the way you talk that talk
And I can know by the way you treat your girl
That I could give you all the loving in the whole wide world
She walked over and stopped in front of him, placing her hands on his shoulders as she shimmied her breasts in his face.
Oh, all I wanna do, all I wanna do is cook your bread
Just to make sure that you're well fed
I don't want you sad and blue
And I just wanna make love to you
She pushed his shoulders back and slightly pulled away from him before she parted her legs and straddled his thighs over the chair. She began rocking her hips against his, her heated core rubbing against his cock with every movement.
Love to you, ooohooo
Real love to you, ooohooo
Love to you, ooohooo
The song faded out slowly and the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing as they stared intently into each other's eyes.
"Mercedes," Sam whispered, clutching at her waist for dear life. "What is all this?"
"What does it look like?" She bucked her hips and they both moaned at the sweet friction the action caused. "I want to make love to my boyfriend and damn it, I'm going to do it."
"But aren't you a- I mean I thought you were-"
Mercedes stared at him for a moment in confusion before the realization hit her. She threw her head back and let out a boisterous laugh. "A virgin? You thought I was a virgin?" At Sam's nod, she snorted. "Honey, I am far from being a virgin."
Sam's face resembled one of shock. "What? But when-"
"Sophomore year," she answered with a shrug. "You don't date Noah Puckerman without getting dicked down."
"Wait a second," he held up his hand. "You dated Puck?"
"For about a week yeah."
"And you let him take your virginity?" Sam couldn't wrap his head around this at all. The Mercedes he knew was nothing like the one in front of him currently. He barely got to second base last summer when they dated, how did Puck get between her legs in a week?!
"Sam," Mercedes whined, pressing herself closer to him. "Can we talk about this later? I'm so horny and I want you. I've wanted you for weeks." She slid her hands from his shoulders to the hem of his shirt, raising it up and over his head as her mouth placed kisses along his chest and shoulders.
"But I didn't even get to touch your boobs last year..." He was still talking and Mercedes rolled her eyes.
"We had a real relationship," she told him between kisses and licks across his skin. "Puck and I were both using each other. He used me for popularity and I used him for his dick. We had an understanding." She pressed a quick kiss to his lips as her hands slid between them and unbuckled his jeans. "Now will you kindly shut up and let me have my way with you?" Sam closed his mouth shut and nodded slowly, too distracted by her hands releasing him from his jeans and underwear. "Ohh, baby," she gasped, stroking her hand up and down his shaft as she ogled his long and thick member. "You're beautiful."
Sam's head fell back and his jaw became slack as she teased him. "Mercedes," he moaned.
"Sammy," she whimpered. "Touch me, please."
His hands, which were sitting idle at her waist at his point, moved to her ass where he squeezed her. "Where, baby? Tell me where you need me to touch you?"
Mercedes grabbed one of his hands and moved it between her legs. "Here." She bit her lip, her hand moved faster over his cock. "Touch me here!"
Sam rubbed his fingers up and down the gusset of her panties until he found the stiff button of her clit and he pressed into it, taking pleasure in the sound Mercedes made as he stroked her. Before he could go any further, Mercedes stood up off his lap. Sam opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a loud groan as he watch her push her boy shorts down her body and stepped out of them. She returned to her position of straddling him and crashed her lips to his. She put a hand between them again and grabbed his dick. She held it steady as she rubbed herself up and down his shafted, coating him with her cream. They moaned into each other's mouths, their tongues tangling wildly. Sam moved his hands up to the top of her corset and after a slight struggle he pulled down the cups and her breasts came spilling out. He cupped her tits in his hands, rolling her stiffened nipples between his fingers and Mercedes removed her mouth from his to let out a small cry.
"I can't take it anymore, Sam," she groaned in frustration. She placed her hands back on his shoulders and rose up so the tip of his cock was at her entrance.
"Wait, Mercedes," Sam gripped her hips tightly. "What about protection? I don't have a condom."
Mercedes leaned down and licked his lips with a smile. "I'm on the shot, have been for years. Now, can I fuck you?"
Sam nodded eagerly and then threw his head back as her heat enclosed around him. Mercedes kept her heel covered feet planted on the floor and eased herself down and then back up, stretching herself around his cock. She took a deep breath and then sat down completely on him, his entire dick disappearing inside of her. "Ohhh, ssshit!"
"Ungh, 'Cedes," Sam whimpered. "You feel so good, baby."
Mercedes rose up again until just the tip was sheathed and then slammed back down. She repeated this action until she found a steady pace. Her juices were running down her thighs and splashing between them as she bounced on top of Sam's lap. Sam squeezed her buttocks to help guide her movements and every other thrust he gave a thrust of his own, hitting her g-spot with the tip of his cock. Mercedes felt the familiar stirring mixed with something else and like a flash, an orgasm hit her. She lifted her hips and her clit brushed against Sam's cock. She screamed as her pussy clenched and she gushed, her cream pouring out of her and onto Sam's cock and lap. Her legs shook and Sam stared in complete awe as she tried to gather herself before she sat back on him.
Sam knew he wasn't going to last long after witnessing that. He began to piston up into her, not giving Mercedes any type of warning. Her eyes widened as another orgasm came quickly.
"Ah-ah-ah-oh! Sam! SAM!"
Sam exploded inside of her, his thrusts erratic and fast and a shout erupted from him. He pulled her down on him one last time, his body spasming from the intensity of his orgasm while Mercedes still contracted around him. He lifted his head when he felt her tremors subside and smiled weakly through heavy pants. Mercedes returned his smile with one of her own and pressed her lips to his tenderly.
"Wow," he mumbled when their mouths parted.
"Wow is right..." She giggled. "Damn." She slowly lifted off of him, hissing as now flaccid cock slipped out of her. "I'm not going to be able to walk for a week."
Sam laughed and nodded in agreement. "Me neither. I'm pretty sure I almost passed out when... when you-"
Mercedes laughed, "When I squirted everywhere?" She shook her head as he nodded. "Pssh, you almost passed out? I thought I was dying!"
Sam joined her in laughter and then gazed at his lap that was covered in a mixture of her juices and his cum that had poured out of her when she moved off him. "That was the hottest damn thing I've ever seen, Mercedes."
"It was a hot mess," she said as she stood up on still shaky legs. "I'm so sticky."
Sam laughed again and reached behind him where a box of tissues was sitting on the vanity. They cleaned themselves up as much as they could and then put their clothes back on in a comfortable silence. A few minutes later, they exited the school hand in hand with satisfied smiles gracing their faces.
Mercedes sighed happily. "I feel better."
He chuckled and shook his head when he suddenly remembered her words earlier. He cleared his throat before he spoke sternly. "Now about this understanding you and Puck had..."
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