Enjoyyy!
Chapter Eight
Mercedes let off a soft groan as she moved to get comfortable, it took her a few moments to realize her seat-belt was off and she was on a plush seat. Stretching out she opened her eyes, realizing they were in a train car.
"What the hell? Where are we?" She said as her eyes landed on Sam, who was seated across from her, on his laptop. She licked her lips, momentarily distracted by his glasses and the serious look on his face.
Shaking it off she looked around the train car. "How did I get here?"
"Well since you sleep like a log, I couldn't wake you so I carried you in." He said looking back at his screen.
"Must be nice to be so rich, people overlook you literally kidnapping people."
Sam chuckled. "Didn't kidnap you, you came willing…just like you will cum willingly tonight."
Mercedes shook her head, a small smile graced her face. "I have never been on a train before, do you use them often?"
"No. I typically take my car or I use my private jet."
Mercedes' eyes widened. "You have a private je- of course you have a private jet. You are a billionaire, they always have private jets."
"Am I gonna have to make a drinking game out of how many times you say private jet? Or better yet, that I am a billionaire?" He teased her.
She stretched her legs out, glancing towards the window, watching the world pass by at a fast pace. "Sooo where are we going?"
"Not telling, why don't you relax, are you hungry? Want something to drink?" He asked, grabbing his phone to shoot off a text.
"Um.." She swallowed suddenly feeling thirsty. "Sure."
Sam nodded as Mercedes' phone rang. She contemplated answering, seeing it was Santana before she picked up.
"Hey San."
"Where are you? Did you and your boy toy reach your destination?"
Mercedes sat up running her hands through her hair. "No, and he won't tell me where we are going so if I come up missing you know who did it."
Sam laughed. "You act as if I am gonna sell you on the black market, which is ridiculous. I would just keep you as my sex slave."
Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Ignoring him, but what's up?"
"We need to go over your dress options for the Gala, I have a few designer's in New York that I want you to visit before you head back to L.A."
Sam's ears perked up a bit hearing that, not understanding why the thought of her leaving bothered him.
Mercedes sighed. "Sam, When are we due back?"
"No later than Monday because I have a meeting. So I should have you back home on Sunday."
"You hear that San, I should be free on Monday."
"Good." Santana said through the phone. "I will make the appointment for you. And if lover boy wants, we can get his measurements and find something to match your dress."
"I'll ask and get back with you." Mercedes replied before saying her goodbyes and putting her phone away. "So… does this train have food?"
Sam peered at her over the rims of his glasses before nodding. "It does, the menu's over there." He nodded to the table. "Order whatever you want."
Mercedes stood, stretching her shirt lifting slightly before walking over to the table and grabbing the menu. She looked it over, seeing they had a wide variety of food. "We could have burgers…" she said walking back and laying down on the bed. "Or we could have pasta!"
Sam admired her ass, feeling a stirring in his lower abdomen as he set aside his laptop and made his way towards her, unable to resist the woman before him. "You know," he began climbing onto the bed. "There's something more delicious I'd rather eat than burgers and pasta."
Mercedes cocked an eyebrow looking at him over her shoulder. "Is that a fact?"
Sam grabbed her ankle and flipped her over. "Indeed it is, I think you'll enjoy me eating it too." He replied, yanking her closer.
Mercedes licked her lips, smirking. "You're so eager, Mr. Evans… especially for someone that's not getting any."
He nodded, pulling off his Henley shirt as Mercedes stared at him. "Sure."
She chewed her bottom lip shaking her head. "It's not happening."
Sam moved between her thighs, removing her shirt. "You're putting up a real fight." He said, gathering her hands and placing them above her head. "Keep them there."
Mercedes raked her lip through her teeth, squirming as he ran his hands down her arms before toying with the clasp on her bra. "I love whoever makes bras like this." He said, snapping the clasp and slowly opening it, revealing her beautiful breast.
"You're not even going to ask if I want this?" She asked, knowing her body was begging for him to continue.
He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, smirking when she hissed before doing it again, this time rolling them between his thumb and pointer finger. "Mercedes?"
"Yes." She breathed.
Sam licked his lips, kneading her breast enjoying the feel of her arching into his palms. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
Whimpering, she wrapped her leg around his waist, pulling him close. "Yes."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, I want you to fuck me."
Smirking, he bit down on her neck, eliciting a moan from Mercedes before running his hot tongue along the bite to soothe it. "Good girl, now take your pants off."
Mercedes was barely able to suppress a shudder as a rush of electricity flowed through her veins. She glanced at him, as she slowly undid the button of her jeans, sliding them off in one swift motion, revealing the last piece of clothing between them.
Sam took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, his eyes tracing every curve of her body. His hands dancing along the lace of her panties was thin and delicate, offering just enough resistance against his exploring fingers.
"Can I take these off?" He asked, hooking a thumb into the waistband.
"Yes." It was barely more than a whisper.
"Yes, what?" He prompted, a low chuckle rumbling out of him as he enjoyed their playful banter. Mercedes bit her lip again, the anticipation growing inside of her. His fingers still lingered at her waistband, waiting for her to say the words he wanted to hear.
Swallowing hard, she finally found her voice, the desire in her eyes matching the tone in her voice. "Yes, Sam... take them off."
He rewarded her with a devilish grin, tugging her panties down slowly, prolonging the moment. Once they were discarded by the side of the bed, Sam took another moment to appreciate the sight before him, Mercedes lying there in all her bare glory.
"Look at you," he murmured huskily, his gaze raking over her body. "Every inch of you is perfect."
Mercedes grinned mischievously, teasingly brushing her knee against his jeans-covered member. "Now it's your turn."
Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "I said I was eating. You'll get him when I'm ready for you to have him." He said, using a free hand to cup his hardening dick. "Be a good girl and you'll have him."
She licked her lips seductively. "We both know I prefer being bad," she purred.
He shook his head as he sank down where he was eye level with her pussy, he licked his lips. "That's why I like you." He quipped before sipping his arms underneath her ass and diving face forward. He extended his tongue, flicking it eagerly against her sensitive clit, causing her to gasp and squirm in pleasure.
Mercedes gripped the sheets beneath her, eyes clenched shut as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her breathing escalated into short, erratic gasps, the sensation of his tongue dancing over her sensitive pearl, sending her mind into overdrive. He was relentless in his actions, flicking and swirling his tongue expertly while his hands held her steady.
"Sam…" she gasped out, tangling her fingers in his hair and tugging him closer. Her hips rose off the mattress involuntarily, needing more.
He chuckled against her skin, sending shivers down her spine that landed right between her thighs. "Like that?" he murmured.
"God, yes," she whimpered, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. "Don't stop."
With a satisfied hum, he continued eating her out and Mercedes could feel herself spiraling towards the edge. "Cum for me Merce." He said, selfishly wanting to feel her surrender to him.
As if he knew her body better than her own, she came, arching up as she did, screaming out, as he continued to lick and suck.
"Sam! Oh God Sam! If you do-don't stop ima…" She moaned, toes curling as he pushed her to another orgasm.
Sam greedily lapped up her essence, eyes never leaving hers as he placed gentle kisses on her slick mound and thighs. Licking his lips he stood, staring down at her as he stroked himself through his jeans.
She stared at him, wanting him more than she had the first time they played this game. There was no denying him. "You look like you have a bit of an issue there."
Sam smirked tugging his jeans down standing there in his boxers. "Don't worry, I know just how to relieve myself." He stated, kissing his way up her body.
"S-am." She said moving her hands to his hair. Sam grabbed her wrists, putting them back over her head.
"Thought I said don't move these." He mused moving her body further back on the bed.
"Thought I told you I liked being bad." She challenged.
Sam chuckled, covering her body with his, kissing her deeply as he pressed his body against her. It was as if no time passed, as their bodies meshed together.
Sam reached between them, teasing her clit with his cock, sucking at her tongue as he ran it along her slit. "Tell me to stop."
She should have, she could have but they both knew she wouldn't.
Mercedes ran her thigh over his, pulling him closer to her. The way he wanted to run through her was sinful, except as she pulled him closer he wanted to savor every moment of pleasing her.
"Stop teasing me before I just take what I want dammit." Mercedes groaned as he would push slightly inside of her, but then pulled away, knowing it was going to drive her crazy.
"Like you said, I like being bad." He mocked her as he rocked his cock against her clit again.
Mercedes let out a whimper pushing him onto his back and sliding on top of him. She wasted no time sinking down onto his thick shaft crying out in utter pleasure, remembering how amazing he felt the last time they did this.
"Fuck!" She moaned, hands planted on Sam's chest as he gripped her hips. "Just as big as I remember."
Sam pushed up hitting her g-spot and watching her fall apart already. "Well? Take it Merce, ride your cock."
Mercedes could have been a brat but dammit did she want to just enjoy him. Moving slowly, she gripped his shoulders as she began to bounce.
Sam gripped her neck, kissing her deeply as she bounced, claiming her lips as his while she moved seductively against him. His free hand running up her back.
"Fuck! Keep going baby I am so close." Sam groaned.
"So soon?" She teased breathlessly as she began to move faster.
Sam kissed her to shut her up as he gripped her hips harder, holding them in place while he pounded into her, bringing out all the sexy groans and moans he loved to hear from her.
Quiet as it was kept, he missed her, not just the sex, though shit he planned on fuckin her into the mattress, but he missed being around her.
Sam gripped her almost brusingly as he moved faster. "Cum now cause I am about to blow." He commanded not wanting to cum before her. And as bratty as she wanted to be, she couldn't, Sam controlled her body in a way no man had.
As he felt Mercedes tighten against him, squeezing him for all he had, he came, spilling his seed deep within her walls. Kissing her as he did, needing to be close to her.
As they came down, he held her close, not ready to let her go, not caring if she wanted to move, coincidentally she didn't want to.
After a few moments, he moved the hair from her face, exhaling. "That was…"
"Yeah it was." She added. "Though you came like a man who hasn't gotten laid in a year."
Sam scoffed, "And you gave in like a woman who hasn't been satisfied since she's had this dick."
Mercedes lifted her head to look at him. "Don't you mean, my dick?" She smirked teasingly.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Lets order your pasta, you are gonna need your strength."
"Oh am I?" Mercedes said, nipping at his lips.
"Yes, we have a few more hours on this train and I plan on getting my fill of you."
Mercedes could help the excitement that pool in between her thighs at the thought of them going another round. "Someone's being greedy." She teased, sliding off the bed. "I want the shrimp pasta, garlic toast and salad."
Sam smirked. "Anything else?"
She looked over her shoulder, raking her lip along her teeth. Her eyes roved over his body before landing on his dick. It was at half mast, glistening from their joined essence.
"Maybe." She answered before prancing off to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Sam felt his dick twitch, reactively he squeezed it to calm it down but it only made him twitch again. "She's gonna be the death of us." He mumbled before rolling over and grabbing the phone in their cabin to order them food.
"You know this cabin isn't sound proof right?" Sam asked, his breathing slightly labored as took her from behind.
Mercedes moaned, only comprehending half of what he said. "Then stop being so… mmm… loud."
Sam smirked, pushing her down before driving into her harder. "You're gonna eat those words." He continued driving into her with a devilish smile creeping on his face. She cried out louder, encouraging him to go harder.
Mercedes tried to stifle her moans but the harder he went the more she felt herself being pushed to her peak. Sam had told her he was anything but a gentleman in the bedroom and she finally knew now that he was holding back before. She could feel his grip on her hips tightening as his thrusts became even stronger.
"SAM!" she called out, attempting to match his strokes but she couldn't move. He grunted then flipped her over, grabbing her leg and placed it over his shoulder before driving deeper into her.
Mercedes looked at him, biting her lip when she saw how hard he was biting his own before looking at him. His green eyes were dark and laser trained on her, he held her with his glare. She felt it, that flutter in her chest right as she slowly began to unravel, her body writhing underneath his.
"Fuck," he groaned. He felt her tightening around his dick. He wanted to keep going but the look in her eyes, the expression on her face made more than his dick erupt.
He felt his essence flowing into her as a strangled moan escaped from him. "Mercedes." He groaned.
"Sam." She said her chest heaving as she floated down from the highest high she'd ever experienced.
He lazily thrusted a few more times before he couldn't take anymore. Slowly, he eased out of her, hissing at the sudden dislocation from her warm heat.
He settled down beside her, pulling her close. "There should be a study on how amazing it feels inside of you."
Mercedes giggled softly, laying her head on his still heaving chest. She felt her eyes closing as she listened to his heart going from a racing speed to an even rhythm.
"Who would conduct the experiment?" She asked, hearing the tiredness in her own voice.
"Me of course." He answered, his hand moving from her shoulder to her back, gently rubbing it.
"So possessive." She mumbled.
He looked down at her, knowing she couldn't see him and smiled. "Maybe but for good reason."
She looked up, eyes low but full of expression. "What's that reason?"
Sam looked at her. "Because-"
There was a loud knock on their cabin door. Sam sighed. "It's the food." He said reluctantly pulling away from her and grabbing his pants, putting them on as he walked towards the door.
Mercedes could hear muffled talking before Sam reemerged with a tray of food. She sat up, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Pasta, bread and salad." Sam said, offering a smile.
"Sounds magical." She quipped, grabbing the sheet that has somehow got pulled off the bed and wrapped it around her body while Sam placed her food in front of her.
"Eat up." He said. "I'm not done with you yet."
Mercedes sucked in a breath before doing as she was told, excited to see exactly what he meant before they arrived to wherever they were going.
Next chapter will be fluffy as hell!