So when we left off Puck was ready to get him some Cedes, lets see how that plays out!
Puck grabbed the keys and was out of his seat as soon as he saw her getting frustrated. He shut his door and walked over to her cockily. "Looking for these?"
Mercedes turned around and looked at her keys dangling from his finger. "Th-thank you." She said, reaching for them.
He smiled as she took the keys. "You know you forgot something else in my truck."
Mercedes looked at him, trying to figure out what else she left behind. "What… what did I forget?" She asked, biting her bottom lip needing to get inside to take care of the fire he started.
"Oh, just this." He said, leaning in and kissing her deeply, hungrily. Evans thought he could make her weak, well Puck was gonna make her weaker. He liked her; she was beautiful and funny and pulled no punches. So if he could have her, he would take her.
Mercedes let out a gasp before falling into his kiss; she dropped her bag and wrapped her arms around his neck. She wasn't entirely sure why but kissing him felt almost as good as it did when she kissed Sam. "We…" She started before Puck slid his tongue into her mouth, making her lose her track of mind.
He nipped at her lips, smiling down at her. "Invite me in, baby." He said as his lips moved to her neck, nipping before sucking gently right below her ear as he thrust up against her to show her what he was working with.
Mercedes let out a moan and wrapped a leg around him. She realized it had been so long since a man touched her in that way, and she could tell Noah was packing, certainly a lot more than Jesse.
Feeling her needing more of him, he expertly continued to hold her as he took her key and unlocked the door. Pushing it closed as they both entered, he moved her to the nearby wall, gripping her thigh as he held her close. "So damn sexy."
Mercedes whimpered, feeling him pull her back to him, and as his lips went to her neck, she pulled his jacket from his arms, tossing it on the floor.
"Mmm," He said, moving his hands under her dress and gripping her thighs. "Bedroom?"
She shuddered as he nipped her bottom lip and nodded, moving towards her room as she stepped out of her heels.
Puck let her lead, and as they reached her door, he pulled her back against him, his cock resting on her ass, and went to her neck. "Baby, I am about to rock your world…don't be too shy to scream for me." He whispered, opening her door and guiding her to her bed.
Mercedes turned towards him, swallowing as his hands went to unzip her dress. She let the dress pool around her ankles and stared at Noah, wondering what his thoughts were.
"Fuck…" he breathed as his eyes roamed her body. He tugged at his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it somewhere. Kicking off his shoes, he moved to her, taking her in his arms, hands roaming her soft skin. "I need to taste all of you."
She let him lay her on her bed as his lips moved to her neck and then collarbone, moving down to her breast making her moan out.
Sam stumbled up the steps, thankful that Santana offered to give him a ride home since Malcolm wasn't done partying and he was too drunk to drive. He reached for his keys but noticed the door was slightly ajar and immediately remembered that Mercedes had come home; he somewhat sobered up and slowly entered the house before growing angry at what he saw.
He could see a trail of her shoes and a leather jacket that looked a lot like Noah's. He shook his head and followed down the hall before he heard soft moans and a deep chuckle.
"Noah…." Mercedes moaned softly, an unfamiliar need growing in her.
"Be patient, baby; trust me, it's worth the wait." He assured with another laugh as he kissed a trail down her body.
Sam heard Puck and saw red busting the door open and not even giving either of them a chance to cover up before he yanked Puck off of her and threw him out of Mercedes' room.
"SAM!" She shouted but only earned a dark look in return as he gathered up Puck's things and walked out of her room, slamming the door behind him.
"Dude, what the fuck!" Puck said, shoving Sam, but he didn't get an answer.
Sam threw Puck his things and shot him a threatening look. "Get the fuck out and don't come back." He said, balling his fist.
Puck stepped into his jeans and rolled his eyes. "Don't think that's up to you, and the way Cedes was in there moaning my name, I am pretty sure she wants me to come back and finish what I started!"
Sam let out a heartless laugh before moving closer to him. "She won't be moaning your name when the night's over. Get out and pray I don't tell Mal what the fuck you did."
Puck could have been kind, he could have let things lie and walked away, but he wasn't particularly smart in that aspect. "Wanna bet? Let's go back in there and see who she wants. I was right in between her thighs, too, ready to taste everything she was willing to offer me and trust she was willing. And besides all the women Mal has slept with, he has no room to talk."
"Leave." Sam said his tone was deadly enough to let Puck know not to push any further.
"Fine! Tell Mercedes we will do this at my place next time. Less interruptions." He said. "BYE BABY, CAN'T WAIT TO FINALLY GET TO TASTE YOU." He yelled while making eye contact with Sam, then smirked, walking out of the condo.
Mercedes was frustrated and overheated. She couldn't believe that had just happened, and she couldn't believe Noah would just leave. Not wanting to deal with Sam or Mal if he was there, she opted to take a quick shower in hopes of cooling herself down. She sighed as the water hit her; it wasn't helping the ache between her legs. And the fact that Sam and Noah were both sexy as hell didn't help either. She groaned as she lathered up the soap. Why did she want them both to come in and just put her out of her misery?
In all of her years on this earth, she had never had the desire to touch herself or get off. Still, the thought of the two men kissing her, touching her it was too much for her. All she could do was let her hand run down her breast…pinching and pulling at her nipple as the other moved to pass her navel and down to where she needed attention the most.
"Oh….yes…." She hissed to herself, thoughts of strong hands roaming her body.
This wasn't something she would typically do, so she wasn't sure if she was doing it right but damn it felt good. She let off another moan as her head fell back onto the tile, and her body shook in pleasure.
Sam hadn't intended on following the sound of her moaning, but he did, and now he was standing there shamelessly watching her pleasure herself in the shower. He'd liked to say he could blame it on the alcohol, but his interaction with Puck had sobered him up enough to know he should've left the moment he saw her head fall back.
Mercedes whimpered; no matter how much she tried, she couldn't push herself over the edge. She pressed her finger against her clit, biting her lips as she closed her eyes. "Sam…" She moaned out, wishing it was his hands on her.
Sam let out a shaky breath when he heard her moan out his name. "Fuck." He muttered and absentmindedly grabbed himself through his pants.
Seeing Sam in her mind, having him trail his lips down her body made her run faster. "Sam, please…." she hissed as the water hit her, splashing against her skin.
Sam fought the battle within to leave or stay, and staying won out when she whimpered his name again so breathlessly. Finally, his hands opened his pants, freeing his painfully hard cock.
Mercedes heard heavy breathing and turned, surprised to see Sam staring at her, cock in hand. What was she doing? She should have kicked him out, but instead, she licked her lips, this was hot, and she needed more. Their eyes locked through the glass, and she nodded as he moved closer.
Sam opened the glass, and his eyes roamed her body as he stroked his shaft faster.
Mercedes wished it was his hands all over her, and maybe it was what happened between her and Noah which made her bold, made her reach over and grab his hand, eyes never leaving his, she moved his hand over to her body, biting her bottom lip hoping he would touch her.
Sam gently caressed her wet body, loving how soft she felt and wishing he could feel her more deeply. He took a step forward and decided to take a chance; he pulled her out of the shower and wrapped her in a towel as he pressed his lips against hers.
Mercedes whimpered, wrapping her arms around him as his tongue pushed through her lips. She let him lay her on the bed and covered her body against his, tugging at his shirt; she pulled it off, letting her hands roam up his body.
Sam took her hand and moved it down; he needed to feel her hand on him just as bad as he needed to touch her.
Mercedes nipped at his lip as Sam guided her hand to his awaiting cock, and she squeezed gently. He was truly blessed for sure.
Sam groaned as his lips moved down to her neck, sucking gently as his hand moved down her body and to her hot wet core. He moved to her ear, nipping at her as he sunk a finger deep inside of her.
Mercedes groaned, spreading her legs, giving him better access as she began to stroke him.
"Mercedes…" he gasped, thrusting into her hand as he added another finger, using his thumb to stroke her clit.
She took his lips on hers and moaned as their tongues twisted against each other, as both she and Sam moved faster, bringing each other to the brink.
"Cum for me Merce, I need to feel you cum." He whispered against her lips, and she fell apart, shuttering and screaming out Sam's name as she thrust faster against his fingers, causing Sam to erupt, imagining he was inside of her.
Sam rolled onto his back as both he and Mercedes tried to catch their breath. Without words, she moved closer to Sam, and he held her close as they both drifted off to sleep.
Sam awoke hearing the door slam a few hours later and realized that Malcolm was home. He blinked his eyes and saw Mercedes snuggled against him before noticing that they were both naked and began to panic. He couldn't remember how he got into her bed or what the hell happened; he just knew that he needed to get out of her room before Malcolm came to check on her.
Sam slowly moved his arm from around her and eased out of bed; he looked around for his clothes. Slipping into his jeans and T-shirt, he moved over to her and stopped watching her sleep. She really was a beautiful woman, and under any other circumstance, he wouldn't care about getting caught. He took a deep breath and turned to leave slowly, closing the door and moving towards his room.
"What the hell were you doing in my sister's room?" Malcolm said, staring at Sam.
Sam cleared his throat. "Dude, it's not what you think… I was just checking on her. Puck was sniffing around her, and I just got home… and uh yeah had to make sure she was good. But she's asleep."
"Puck? What the fuck was he doing with her, to begin with? She was supposed to leave with you or Quinn." Malcolm questioned.
Sam shrugged. "Santana gave me a ride home, and there's no way she could've left with Quinn because you were with Q." Sam joked.
"I'm gonna beat his ass… I told him to stay away from her, and he… thanks for checking on her man."
"No problem, I'm going to get some sleep… we have a team meeting in a few hours," Sam said before going to his room and crashing on his bed.
Malcolm walked into Mercedes' room to check on her before noticing her bathroom light was on and going to shut it off. He shook his head when he saw the number of hair care products, body washes, and other items she needed. He looked around, noticing a familiar-looking watch on her floor; he walked over and knew immediately who the watch belonged to.
"Checking on her, my ass!" Malcolm said to himself. He was far too tired and pissed off to have a decent conversation with either of them now, but once he was ready, he was going to confront them both.
Mercedes woke up in such a great mood, the night didn't turn out the way she thought it would, going back and forth between Sam and Noah, and yet, she was so glad to end the night with Sam. Though, to be honest, making out with both of them had her feeling a bit like a slut, but she could live with that.
After grabbing a shower, she decided to make breakfast for everyone. Knowing they probably had practice, she opted to make them Omelets with bell peppers, bacon, and cheese. She was singing along to "The Greatest Showman" soundtrack as she finished up. Seeing Malcolm walk into the kitchen, she smiled.
"Well, you look hungover."
"Did you make any coffee?" He said, huffing as he sat down.
Mercedes rolled her eyes as she grabbed him a cup. "Here, Mr. Grump."
He grabbed the mug and looked at her. "What happened between you and Puck last night?"
Mercedes laughed, turning away from him. "Yeah, we are not doing that."
"I'm not asking again! Now tell me what happened last night and why did you leave with him." Malcolm demanded. His head was throbbing, but he needed to know.
Mercedes rolled her eyes; she could see he was in a pissy mood and didn't feel like arguing with him. "We didn't have sex. Are you happy? Can you fix your attitude now?" She answered, sitting down next to him.
Malcolm looked at her. "And what about Sam?"
Mercedes looked at him, confused, before fixing her plate. "Didn't have sex with Sam either." She said.
Malcolm turned to her. "So we are lying to each other now?"
She shook her head. "Malcolm, I said nothing happened, and if you can't believe me, then that's on you."
"Ugh, what the hell happened," Sam grumbled, holding his head as he walked into the kitchen.
Both Mercedes and Malcolm looked over to Sam.
"What?" He asked, looking at them, noticing that Malcolm looked annoyed.
"Well, how about I ask him since you want to lie. What happened between you and my sister last night?" Malcolm asked, and Sam looked at him confused.
"Nothing, I came in… made Puck leave… she was in her room, and I checked on her then saw you," Sam answered, trying to remember more, but that was all he could remember.
Malcolm nodded and tossed Sam's watch onto the table. "So how the fuck did your watch get on her bathroom floor? You check her bathroom for clowns?"
"Mal! You know I hate clowns, shut up! Nothing happened, so leave it at that!"
"I don't know how that got in there, and I barely remember getting home. I just know that San brought me home, and then everything else is a blur. So calm down dude, she said nothing happened, so nothing happened." Sam replied.
Mercedes glanced at Sam and saw he indeed truly didn't remember what happened last night beyond kicking Puck out. She shouldn't have been surprised, but she was still hurt that it didn't mean anything to him.
"Don't tell me to calm down! You came out of my sister's room, and she was asleep last night. Something happened!" Malcolm growled.
Sam groaned, not in the mood for Mal's shit today. "Dude! I would not willingly forget if I had been with your sister, and you need to get over this macho bullshit; she's a grown-ass woman." Sam shouted before grabbing his head again. "I told you nothing happened; she told you nothing happened, so leave it alone!"
Malcolm looked at Sam like he was crazy before shaking his head. "You don't know her well enough to know when she's lying, and she's lying, and so are you!"
"Mal! I'm not lying." Mercedes said, slamming her hand on the table. "But if I was, can you blame me? You're acting like it's a damn federal crime if I fucked him!"
"DID YOU?" Malcolm yelled.
"Dude, I wouldn't disrespect you like that." Sam said, and Mercedes shot him a hurt look before nodding.
"See… nothing happened and nothing will ever happen because he wouldn't want to ruin your friendship." She said before walking out of the room. Her feelings were hurt even if he didn't remember she knew that it only happened because he was drunk.,
"You're an asshole," Sam said, shaking his head.
"Listen, Evans, let this be the only time I have to say this to you. You are never to even think about dating my sister, I don't know all the details with her ex, but I don't want her getting hurt again."
"Yeah because I am such an asshole I would fuck her over right? You really think that little of me, Mal? You know me, all my secrets, you know how overprotective I am for my sister and how I may have fun and hook up, but I am never disrespectful, and I never try and hurt anyone. So why is it so easy for you to think the worst of me now?" Sam said, actually hurt.
"All I have left in this world is my sister, and I plan to make sure the next person that walks into her life is up to my standards. No hard feelings but like you said, I know your secrets, and whether you want to admit it or not, you will hurt her because you don't like committing to shit. Dude, you wouldn't even get your own place because it was too much of a hassle; news flash, she's a walking hassle. I get it; she's pretty and funny, but I know my sister." Malcolm replied before walking out of the room to go check on Mercedes.
Sam stood there annoyed and decided it was time to distance himself from his so-called friend. He knew the time would come for them to move along, but he didn't expect it to happen this way. He grabbed his phone and called a meeting with his realtor, who just so happened to be his little sister.
"Stace, I need you to find me a place… big enough for when the fam comes to visit but secluded enough for me to have my peace. A beachfront isn't a must, but I wouldn't mind it close enough to a trail so I can jog."
"Well, hello to you too, big brother. Wanna tell me why you are all of a sudden ready to move?" She asked.
"Time to have my own place. Gotta man up one of these days, right?" He replied, trying to sound upbeat.
Stacey laughed. "Uh-huh, so Stevie said that Malcolm's sister was, what was his word exactly….'A fuckin 20 on the scale'. Is that why you are leaving?"
"No and partially yes. I… wait, when did you and Stevie talk?"
"You know he called me immediately after you threatened him for wanting to drive Malcolm's sister around." She laughed. "So I take it you like her, but her brother is being an over protecting ass, right? Karma is a bitch for sure." She teased. He had done it to her so many times it was funny to see it happen to him.
"No, I wouldn't even do that to Mal. Can you find me a place? I'll play any of the closing costs, and I'm willing to pay more if you can make it happen by the end of the week."
"There is this new development, beachfront property, no hiking trail, but you can run on the beach, and it has a basement you can make your home gym when the weather sucks. It's gated, so no one can get to you. They are condos, but I can get you one on the end so you would only have one neighbor instead of two."
"Enough space for when mom and dad come to visit?"
"You can have a three-bedroom or four; just let me know."
"Four is fine, and have Kurt decorate it, you know what I like, so I trust you with the furnishing," Sam said.
"He's actually on the job close to where you'd be living, so I'll just meet him out there. Anything else?" Stacey asked, already shooting Kurt a text.
"We need to meet up for lunch; it feels like I haven't seen you or Stevie. Thursday? Chinese?"
"You can't have Chinese, but yes, I'll send everything over to you in an hour, and I expect a full bonus, brother, or not; I have a lifestyle to maintain." She answered before hanging up in his face.
Sam shook his head, figuring he should start getting his things packed up. He was still upset with how things went down with Malcolm. Still, he understood why because he was the same way about Stacey, he walked out of the kitchen towards his room before seeing a glimpse of Mercedes as she walked out wearing a blue crop top.
He froze as a piece of last night flashed in his mind. "Oh fuck…" He said. He was totally and fully screwed.