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Upon arriving at Sam's house, Mary and Melinda headed straight to the kitchen while Dwight cracked open a beer. They headed to the living room while the women cooked, and Stacey spoke with her mother and Melinda. Sam ended up showering while Mercedes talked to Stacey some. Sam was entering the kitchen when he decided to hang by the door and listen to Stacey and Mercedes's conversation.
"I'm pretty good at all subjects, but my favorites are math and science. I want to be an engineer, but I don't know what kind. My friend Penelope thinks it's stupid of me to want to be an engineer, though. She told me the best thing to do is marry rich and to have some kids to secure the financial status." Stacey admitted to Mercedes.
"Well, for one, just because Penelope wants to marry doesn't mean you should, and I think being an engineer is going to be an amazing thing for you, especially since you are so good at science and math. You know my friend Artie is an audio engineer." Mercedes spoke.
Stacey's eyes brightened, "Really, what does he do?"
"He is responsible for making sure the sound is perfect. He gets to play with these millions of buttons and knobs to make sure all of the music sounds good before the audience gets to hear it." Mercedes explained.
"Do you think I can come with you one day to see what he does?" Stacey asked hopefully.
"I think that can be arranged," Mercedes answered. Sam inwardly smiled at the conversation between the two of them. In the past, when he dated girls, they made no real attempts at getting to know Stacey or speaking with her. Rarely did they ever affirm her or make her feel comfortable, and he was glad that she found that in Mercedes. He pushed himself off of the door and walked over to them, dropping a kiss on Mercedes's forehead and tickling Stacey's sides.
"What are you two cooking?" Sam asked Mary and Melinda.
Melinda asked, "I am making my famous pot roast and apple pie."
Mary added, "While I make the green beans, mashed potatoes, and your favorite three-tier chocolate cake." Before Sam could reply, Dwight entered the kitchen, headed to the fridge, and grumbled aloud.
"You think after that game, the boy deserves some cake, Mary?" Dwight bit out.
Mary replied, "Yes, Dwight, I do. He scored five points, gave Mike an assist, and played some pretty good defense, so yes, I believe that my son deserves to have his favorite cake." Sam smiled weakly at his mother as Dwight popped open the beer can and grabbed the remote that controlled the TV in the kitchen. In silence, he cut it on and automatically went through the game's replay.
"Dad, please, no one wants to watch it over right now. We are kind of just enjoying each other's company." Sam pleaded.
Dwight chuckled, "How else do you suppose you are going to get better, son, if we don't watch it? See, look right there, you became flat-footed and then turned this into a damn foot race between you and the other player. Then you lost grip on your stick, and you want to know how I can tell the puck is way too far out in front of you, explaining why you had to pass it to Mike."
"Dwight, what you will not do is nitpick Sam's performance. You can take your ass back home if it is going to come down to that." Mary hissed. He raised his hands in surrender, grabbed his beer, and left the room. Sam sighed and excused himself out of the room. After a few moments, Stacey turned to Mercedes.
"Maybe you should go and talk to him. I would send momma, but she is still cooking," Stacey said. With a weak smile, Mercedes excused herself and went on the hunt for Sam. First, she checked his bedroom but didn't find him there. Then she checked his office but to no avail. She thought for a second and then headed to the basement that he had converted into a mini hockey court for himself. She walked in and found Sam looking at all of his jerseys and sticks throughout the years. She stepped down and walked over to him.
"You did amazing, and I don't know what is wrong with your father but don't let him dim a light that you make shine so bright, Sam," Mercedes said. She turned him towards her and kissed him gently as he wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm so lucky to have you," Sam whispered as he deepened the kiss, and hands traveled to Mercedes's bountiful ass.
"Sam, I know what you are thinking, and the answer is no." Mercedes began.
"What are you talking about? I am not doing anything." Sam coyly stated.
"We are not having sex under the same roof as our mothers, your father, and your sister Sam."
"I can be quiet if you can."
"You are such a man."
"Please, just a quicky," Sam begged.
"How about this: once I go back home and my mom is asleep, we sneak out to that hotel Mike and Tina own. Tina promised me I always have a room there." Mercedes whispered.
"I love the way you think." As determined, they all enjoyed the meal. However, Mary insisted that Dwight eat by himself in his own room since he had such an attitude, and of course, the dinner was perfect. Melinda and Mary made plans to go shopping while Mercedes took Stacey to her recording session tomorrow. It was the perfect dinner. Sam kept his very hungry sex, sex-crazed gaze on Mercedes. Finally, it was time for Melinda and Mercedes to leave. He nearly lost it when they insisted that they stay and clean the kitchen; however, now was the time. Once they were gone, his mother and Stacey retired to their bedrooms while Sam headed up to his room to get dressed. He placed one of his tank tops, his black button-down, and a pair of low-rise jeans that Mercedes had got for him while he stayed with her on tour. Then he grabbed his keys, sunglasses, and a hat and left his house.
Luckily for Mercedes, her mother always went to sleep easily, and once she was asleep, it was hard to wake her. So once she was down for the night, Mercedes crept to the shower, and once she was done, she placed on this matching baby blue lace set that Sam had purchased for her. Then she put on one of his jerseys and a pair of baby blue thigh-high boots. Grabbing her keys, a baseball hat, and a pair of shades, she left the apartment and headed to the hotel.
Upon arrival for Sam, when he entered, he saw Mercedes sitting on one of the couches in the lobby. Without speaking, he grabbed her hand, and they both headed to the pair of elevators located in the back. He clicked the button, and when it opened, he let Mercedes enter first before clicking the button for the twenty-fifth floor. Once the doors were shut, the two were on each other in an instant. Sam's hands immediately found their way to Mercedes's ass as she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. He dropped to his knees, keeping his eyes on Mercedes as he moved her panties to the side and started attacking her clit with his mouth.
"Fuck, Sam!" She screamed as she gripped his hair. He was always so good at this, licking her clit like it was a pudding cup as one of his hands moved upwards to her breast to grab it and play with her nipple. Sam continued his assault by adding a finger. He was determined to make her cum before they reached the floor.
"C'mon Mercedes, give me what I want, baby," Sam whispered. Not being able to form a sentence, she came into his mouth, and Sam swallowed every drop as Mercedes came down for her orgasm high. Sam stood and placed a searing kiss upon Mercedes's lips. Once they pulled apart, the elevator opened, and Mercedes walked in front of Sam to their door. Opening it, Sam gently pushed her in as he tore off his shirt and his pants while Mercedes took off her boots and the jersey. They stared at each other, staring at each other in the moonlight.
In a dark voice, Sam said, "Get on the bed on your knees and face the headboard." It was something about Sam's sex voice that turned Mercedes into goo. Like a good girl, she listened and got on the bed on her knees, faced the headboard, and turned back to Sam, who slowly walked to the bed.
"Good girls should always be rewarded," Sam spoke. He got on the bed behind Mercedes, kissing her neck as she moaned under him.
"Sam, please, please don't tease me anymore. I want it." Mercedes said breathlessly.
Sam chuckled, "So impatient, but ok." Sam grabbed his dick and lined it up with Mercedes's ass and put his dick inside of Mercedes beautiful ass. They both gasped at the entry and the sudden feeling of pleasure.
"Grab the headboard, and don't let go," Sam growled. Doing as she was told, she grabbed the headboard, and Sam pounded into her, but never to be one to be outdone, she matched his thrusts and moaned out. Sam used his other hand to grab Mercedes's breast and gain more leverage as he kept going.
"You take my dick so well, baby."
"Fuck so big, so full, baby." Mercedes leaned her head back to take Sam's sloppy kisses on her lips as he grabbed a fistful of air and pulled her down.
"I love you so fucking much," Sam said.
"I love you too. Please don't stop." Sam laughed as he pistoned his hips and moved impossibly faster than before. Mercedes was starting to see stars because of how hard her orgasm was. She screamed out and would have dropped down to the pillow, but Sam caught Mercedes in his arms and held her as he came not too long after her. He laid her gently in the bed before going to the bathroom and grabbing a towel for Mercedes. When he came back, he cursed himself at the realization that they didn't use a condom.
"Did you forget I got an IUD implant while I was on tour, Sam," Mercedes said when he cussed aloud.
"Yes, but thank you for reminding me," Sam replied honestly as he gave Mercedes the towel. She sat up and kissed him before looking at the clock.
"We have about seven more hours."
"Let's make it count then. Shower sex is next."
