Disclaimer: I've taken down the old stories and we're going to try this rodeo again. I'm a mom now, so I'm a little busy, but I'll try to consistently publish once a week. I could use a beta, if people still do that? I own nothing but my ideas. Enjoy!
WARNING: There are EXPLICIT SCENES in this chapter. If you are not of age, PLEASE DO NOT READ.
Ch. 3 – Reverently
Bella POV
I took off my shoes as I stepped through the door to her little cabin. The stupid grin on her face made me want to punch her.
"I know where you live now Clearwater, keep it up." I was full on pouting at this point; arms crossed, scowl – all I need to do is stomp my foot to complete the fit.
"I didn't even mean for that to happen, but Jesus Christ, it couldn't have gone better if I tried." She wiped imaginary tears by her eyes.
"Couldn't have gone better?!" I started to yell.
"My boss, your ex, and alpha – and probably all of fucking La Push now knows I'm a virgin. Actually, I'm beyond a virgin, I've never even used a fucking toy I'm so fresh off the god damn lot.
"And of course, Paul, fuck stick extraordinaire just had to be the one to mention my 'smell'." I ran a hand down my face.
"I should send in my resignation now. I'll go join a fucking convent and hide my shame." I muttered.
"God Swan, you're so fucking dramatic." Leah chuckled.
"I'm no sex expert. Sam was my first. Brady and I have started exploring because I feel safe and comfortable with him; I trust him. Just find someone you trust and start experimenting. You don't have to love someone or even be in a relationship, just trust them to take care of your needs and vice versa." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Personally, being in love Brady only enhances our sex life, but it's not necessary. Dylan has been slappin his chops like a fucking lion at you all week, why not fuck him?" She turned to look at me as she started getting undressed. She's bathed me for weeks, there was zero shame here.
"He's our instructor. Then I have see him every week, and what if it sucks or I suck and then we have to find a new instructor?" I knew I was whining at this point, but I was frustrated.
"Being a virgin is such a huge part of society. We wear white dresses down the aisle to signify our innocence. Women literally sell their virginities online to pay for shit like school. People have the audacity to ask shit like, 'what's your body count?'. How is that anyone's business; how many people I've fucked? And how does that make me more attractive that I have none? I feel like a toddler who's learning to walk for the first time." I followed her into her ensuite as she got into the shower.
"How is never touching a penis before, a good thing? Or a pussy for that matter? I haven't even touched myself and I fucking want to, but I feel like a fumbling idiot anytime I think of trying. God, it's so fucking awkward. I read these romance books now, wondering if it'll help or ease my nerves, - FAT CHANCE. These seventeen-year-old girls take twelve-inch pipe for the first time and moan like porn stars. Fucking HOW?!" I was almost pacing at this point. Leah just raised her eyebrow at me as she shaved her leg.
"Swan, you're putting way too much pressure on yourself. You're going to use too much teeth when giving a blow job, at least once. You might not like the taste of cum. Someone could suck on your big toe and maybe that's your niche; you'll never know until you try. The great thing about this though, it's your body. YOU get to decide when, where, and what you want to do, and with who. As a matter of fact, if you don't want to fuck our super-hot instructor, I may know an alpha who can solve your problem." Her smiled turned downright devious at that point. My eyes bulged out of my head.
"That's the absolute worst idea, I've ever heard. In my life. Ever." I gave her a pointed look.
"Why?" She asked as she washed the rinse from her hair.
"Really? He's my boss, your ex, the alpha, and fifty other fucking reasons." I gave her a deadpan look.
"His wife and imprint fucked someone else, got pregnant, and left him. He's alpha and a business owner, which means he needs to destress. You think he looks like a 'Grecian God'." I glared at her. She laughed.
"I heard you mumble Swan, I know. He wouldn't open his mouth like Paul would, and once again – alpha wolf. Those are some strong pheromones girl." She smirked thinking about it.
"Brady is dominant and it's sexy as fuck, but who knows if that's your thing. No one said fall in love with the dude, or any dude for that matter. I say 'solve' your virgin issue by just letting go and having fun. You're eighteen years old. Fuck around!" She laughed.
"But ultimately, it is your choice. If you're not ready, then don't. There's no timer on when you're supposed to 'lose it' by. Do what's comfortable for you. You lived for other's wants and desires for so long, figure out what you want, Swan. If you don't know, try it. If you don't want to, then don't. This isn't Russian Roulette." I sighed as she started to get out of the shower.
"Now hop in, I left you some hot water, I'm going to start on my hair. By the time you're done, I'll do yours." She rolled a towel on the top of her head and walked back into her room.
I really was worrying too much about this. Hanging out with Leah was slowly raising my confidence. My relationship with Charlie was better and he was happy. We had a good routine at the house. I was studying to get my diploma and start at the community college in PA after. I didn't know what I wanted to do, but I had time to figure it out. I loved our boxing classes, and our morning runs were even growing on me. I was looking and feeling healthier. I can do push-ups and not get winded; sit-ups are my bitch. I finished rinsing off as Leah started on her hair.
"Your outfit is on my bed. Put it on bitch." I rolled my eyes.
"Yes mother." She stuck her tongue out at me.
On the bed were a pair of my skinny jeans with frayed ends and a mesh corset top with thin straps and exposed boning. Heels completed the ensemble.
"You're out of your fucking mind if you think I'm putting those on, Clearwater!" I yelled at her over the noise of the blow dryer.
"I don't remember asking you for your opinion Swan!" She smiled at me over her shoulder.
"That top deserves heels. You're not going to put on some Docs again with that pristine piece. It needs a pair of red bottom ass heels. Don't you dare insult me by pairing it with anything else!" She reprimanded me.
I'm pretty sure the heels were something we'd purchased with Phil's 'hot pants money'. But who knew? I'm almost positive I didn't put these in my to-go bag, but I've already decided Leah is a succubus, who knows what other powers she has. I slipped on the outfit and looked at myself in her floor-length mirror. This top did wonders for my lack of cleavage. My b-sized girls were up at attention, saluting back my reflection. The shirt showed off a sliver of my stomach before the dark wash jeans hugged my butt pretty nicely. I stepped into the death traps and did a little half spin. I heard a whistle behind me.
"I've outdone myself, Swan." She ran her hand through her fresh curls.
"You look good enough to fucking EAT." She winked at me. It brought a smile to my face. I really didn't deserve a friend as good as Leah. If the Cullens did anything good for me, their leaving caused her to come into my life, I could at least thank them for that.
"What about you hot pants?" I asked with my hands on my hips. Leah put on a pair of fishnet leggings that went slightly above her belly button. She paired it with a pair of short shorts and a hoddie shirt that showed the bottom of her perfect damn boobs when she lifted up her arms. She topped it off with a pair of big hoops and matte black Nike Air Force 1's.
"Oh, but you get Nikes?" I raised my eye at her.
"I'm over six-foot Swan. Cry me a river." She smiled. She ushered me into the bathroom and proceeded to blow-out my hair and curl the ends. She pinned the whole thing up with bobby pins and made a messy bun of it all.
"Why all of that work just to put my hair up?" I asked.
"A shirt like this Swan, you don't overshadow by covering it up with hair. We're going to put a thin silver chain around your neck, some diamond studs, and a bright red fucking lip. Eat your heart out men, we're on our way!" She threw back her head and laughed.
She wasn't wrong, by the end of it I was determined that Leah was a witch along with being a succubus. There was no other way to explain the magic of my appearance. I was actually excited to go out.
"Come on Swan, time to pre-game while we wait for our Uber." We walked into her kitchen and she poured some Don Julio 1914.
"Tequila Leah? You said pregame, not end game." I grimaced as I threw the shot back.
"Are you sure Brady can get me into the club? I don't want us to show up and not be able to get in." I asked her.
"He's working the door tonight Swan, don't worry there. He's pretty tight with the owner, we might get the VIP treatment." She winked. That sounded dangerous. I'd never been much for drinking and Leah was a wolf, she had a higher tolerance. We had one more shot before I heard a knock on the door. Leah went to open it.
"Fear not ladies, your chariot has arrived." Quil came into the kitchen and gave a little bow. I looked to Leah.
"He's our Uber?" I laughed. He raised his eyes to meet mine.
"At your service dear Swan." He smirked.
"And what a great decision that was on my part. You ladies look fucking delectable." He bit his lip as he looked us over again. My face started to heat. Wearing this shirt wasn't going to in my favor. Everyone was going to see my entire chest turn cherry colored any time I blushed. Leah smiled deviously.
"We know Quil. Now let's go, I have a bouncer to ogle." We grabbed our clutches and headed out to Quil's truck. The ride to PA flew by. We turned on top hip-hop hits on Pandora and jammed on the ride. My anxiety didn't come back until we were stepping out of the vehicle. Leah grabbed my hand, and we bypassed the line. She walked right up to a man that could've made Joe Manganiello weep with his beauty. He gripped the back of her neck and gave her a kiss that lit my own soul on fire. I looked away in embarrassment.
"Missed you, baby." I saw him smile. Jesus, no wonder Leah was smitten, he was almost as hot as Sam…almost.
"Babe, this is Bella. Bella, this is Brady." She leaned her head on his shoulder. I shook his hand and smiled at him.
"It's nice to meet you Bella." He turned back to Leah.
"Mark set you guys up with a table babe. Just go up on the tier and you'll see him." He kissed her again and let us inside. My arms were shaking with nervous energy. I was excited, I'd never done anything like this before. It felt good to do 'teenage shit'.
She led us through the club of people to a raised platform with several booths spread out. A girl came over with a bottle of Patron and started pouring out drinks for everyone.
"Can I have a glass of water as well?" I smiled at her. I wasn't going to be that drunk teen who threw up everywhere. Hard pass. Leah shook hands with a man that must've been Mark.
"And who's your beautiful friend?" A man in his forties dressed in a three-piece suit pressed a kiss to the top of my hand. He looked like he and Eric Rutherford could be twins. I blushed and smiled slightly. I saw Quil frown from the rim of his drink and take a step forward. Leah smirked and pulled me into her side.
"This is my best friend, Bella. Bella, this is Brady's boss and the owner, Mark."
"Nice to meet you." I murmured.
"I have to go and check on our other VIP's. Ladies if you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask." He winked as he walked away.
"I told you Swan, you're lookin like a fuckin S-N-A-C-K tonight!" She threw her head back and howled as she threw a shot back.
"Come on hoe, we're dancing." She threw out clutches at Quil as Girls in the Hood by Megan Thee Stallion started to blare through the club speakers.
Fuck bein' good, I'm a bad bitch (ah)
I'm sick of motherfuckers tryna tell me how to live (fuck y'all)
Wack hoes hate under my pictures on the 'Gram (ugh)
Bitch, you better hope I never run across your man,
Leah dragged me through the crowd to a clear spot and immediately dropped it to the ground and started bouncing. She hooked her hands on my waist and shook her ass back and forth as she started to rise up. I threw my head back and laughed. She put her arms above her head and started twerking.
"Come on Swan, shake that ass!" I laughed and twisted my body, bouncing and dancing to the beat.
"I'm a hot girl, I do shot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (on my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (ah, ah)" Leah and I yelled as we dropped to the floor and rocked back up.
I could feel the smile etched on my face at this point. Coming out was a great idea. I saw Brady come up behind Leah and wrap his arms around her midsection. He immediately started to grind to the beat with her. I saw his hand wrap lightly around her throat as he bent down to her ear to tell her something. From the look that lit up in her eyes, it was time for his break. She gave me a wicked grin and she turned around and jumped into his arms.
"I'll be back in ten!" She yelled over his shoulders. I smiled and waved at her.
I was about to turn around and head back to the table when I felt someone come up behind me and grip my waist. I immediately tensed.
"Relax, Bella." My body instantly responded, but it didn't relax. I knew the timbre of that voice and it made me want to do everything but relax. I felt slight pressure as he guided my hips to move again. I could feel the few shots I'd had coursing through my blood.
"That's it." He murmured into my neck. His lips left a scorching path along my throat as he drew away. I felt his arm brush the underside of mine to bring it up behind his neck. I wasn't sure how a man his size could fit against me so perfectly, or rock to the exact beat playing, but now wasn't the time to over analyze.
The smell of his cologne hit me as I lay my head back against his chest. I could smell hints of amber and the forest coming from him. His other arm brushed and tightened on my waist to secure me tighter against his chest. I could feel my heart beating wildly in my chest. My Type by Saweetie started pouring through the speakers.
Rich nigga, eight-figure, that's my type
That's my type, nigga that's my type
Eight-inch big, ooh, that's good pipe
Bad bitch, I'ma ride the dick all night
Rich nigga, eight-figure, that's my type
That's my type, nigga that's my type
Eight-inch big, ooh, that's good pipe
That's my type, nigga that's my type
I brought my arm down and started to rock my hips back and forth to the beat. I bent as the waist and started to grind into him. I could feel him harden beneath me. Saweetie wasn't wrong, I'd read that eight inches was above the average for American males, so that was 'good pipe'. But nothing about him was average. Why would it be? He was magnificent. I stood straight again and lifted both arms around his neck. He trailed his fingertips down the underside of both. Goosebumps broke out all over my body.
"You're playing with fire, Bella." I heard him growl into my ear.
"Sam…" I trailed off lost in the beat of the music pulsing around us.
He flipped me around in his arms and looked down at me with hooded eyes black as night. I licked my lips like a bitch in heat. My actions weren't my own at this point. He bent down and trailed his nose along the column of my throat. I tilted my head to the side and lost myself in the sensations he was creating in me for the first time. I felt like lava was boiling inside my veins. My clit throbbed every time he ground against me as our hips moved in sync. He nipped under my jaw and I moaned outright. I'd never cum before, but if the increased flutter in my channel was any indication, I was about to cream my underwear like some prepubescent boy having a wet dream for the first time.
His gaze dragged back to mine and I trailed my hands up his thickly chorded shoulders. My fingers gripped the little hairs on the back of his head, and I saw his eyes darken. I was thankful for the death traps Leah had forced me to wear. I wasn't as tall as Sam, but they brought me closer to what I wanted, that perfect fucking cupid's bow. I wasn't sure if it was the Patron flowing through my veins or an act of God, but I pulled his neck down and I rang my tongue along the seam of his lips. I needed to know what they tasted like; they looked like the finest ambrosia; hand crafted just for me. I wasn't disappointed. Sam's lips were as soft as velvet and more addictive than the finest truffle's France had to offer. I heard his sharp intake of breath and his control snapped. His hand gripped the back of my neck and he slanted his mouth across mine.
Fireworks didn't accurately describe what flashed as I closed my eyes and lost myself in him. It felt like a tornado was working its way through my system. I felt his tongue run across the seam of my lips. As I opened to him, I was immediately rewarded with the sensation of Sam. That same ambrosia filled my senses until I could nothing but grip on to his neck for dear life. His hand splayed across my lower back tightened me against him. I could feel his dick pulsing through his pants, and it was all for me. I'd never felt so wanted or powerful in all of my life. This decadent man absolutely fucking devoured me. I threw my head back and my eyes fluttered closed. I lamented his name as I came for the first time, in the middle of a dance floor, surrounded by people, all from a fucking kiss. Sam's growl filled my ears and I squeaked as I felt him lift me up into his arms. My eyes flew open as my hands grabbed his shoulders. The crowd seemed to part for him as we headed for a set of stairs. I looked at him questioningly as stars still danced in my eyes. He threw open a door at the end of the hall and immediately pressed me against the back of it and he went to lock it.
"Wha?" I breathed against his lips as they fought to seek mine again.
"Office." He grunted.
"All I can smell is your sweet fucking scent flooding my senses. I need the taste of you soaking my tongue." He ground his erection into me as he nibbled on my ear. God, I wanted that, that sounded like a fantastic fucking plan. But I was confused, whose office were we in?
"Where?" I wasn't making much sense, but I couldn't form full sentences with the assault he kept waging on my body.
"I built this club last year. Marks a friend. He won't bother us." He smirked as he trailed kisses and nibbled along my collar. I was embarrassed and probably would've fought harder if Sam didn't choose that moment to run his fingers over the seam of my jeans as he hissed in my ear.
"I can feel how fucking wet you are Bella. Let me taste you." His eyes looked into mine. I couldn't even formulate words; I just nodded my head.
He put his hands under my ass again and lifted me into his arms. A girl could get used to being carried like this. I could feel every ridge of his abdomen clench under me in anticipation. He truly was a work of fucking art. He ran his arm across the desk. Papers and a cup of pens flew to the floor. He laid me down on it.
"Fucking beautiful…" He trailed off as his gaze set my entire body aflame.
He wrapped his hands around my thighs and pulled me flush against him. I could feel every square inch, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know exactly how many inches there were.
"Sam –" I murmured. His lips laid gentle caresses across the tops of my breasts.
"What?" He looked up at me and grinned as his lips continued to light me up.
"Please…" I started to squirm. I didn't know what I needed, but I needed more, and I needed it now.
"Please what, Bella?" I could feel his hot breath run across the stiffened peaks of my nipples. I knew he was teasing me, but I couldn't seem to bring myself to care.
"More!" I shouted as his lips made contact through the thin veil of my top. His teeth grazed a raised peak and I nearly came again. I arched my spine against his lips and gripped the edge of the desk. I could die now. This was heaven, I was sure of it.
I felt his hands grip my thighs tighter as my legs wrapped around his waist. He pulled the thin straps down my arms and yanked the shirt down over my breasts. As his mouth descended on my right nipple, his left hand massaged my left breast roughly. My fingers flew to grip his hair. He took advantage of my back arching and he tugged down the zipper on the back of my shirt. I blushed as he pulled the fabric away from my body. He lifted his gaze to trace it down my chest.
"Bella –" He ground out as he massaged both breasts. I understood, I was about to cum again and he hadn't even taken my fucking pants off.
His head leaned down and his tongue flicked out to wrap around one nipple. His fingers softly pinched and pulled the other. His other arm trailed down to rub against the seam of my jeans. I groaned and tried to brush against his fingers harder. There were too many barriers in the way. I felt his fingers snap the button open and I almost groaned in relief. His mouth switched to the other nipple as he slowly peeled the jeans down my legs. He started to trail kissed down my sternum and ribs as his other hand joined the first in the quest to remove the offending piece of clothing. I looked up to meet his gaze as his hands peeled the heels off. He ground his thumbs into the soles of my feet, and I moaned in pleasure. It was official, there wasn't anything this man was bad at. He slowly peeled the rest of my jeans off and started to flutter kisses up my calves. He nipped the underside of my knee and I moaned.
"Sam, please!" I was panting as he got closer to his target.
"What do you need baby?" He asked as his nose trailed up my slit through the outside of my lace thong. I was so fucking close to cumming, I could feel it in my grasp. I just needed him to fucking touch me more, I didn't care with what.
"You Sam, please, I need you." I moaned out. He gripped my thong with his teeth and drug it down my legs. He stood up to his full height and pocketed the offense thing. He seemed to falter as took in my position. I'm sure my face and chest were on fire; my heart was pounding. My hands gripped the sides the desk. I wiggled to try and find some relief from the chill that ran across my body as he perused me. I could feel wetness coting my thighs. He growled again and I watched with hooded eyes as he palmed his cock through his pants. He dropped down to his knees and used his hands to push my legs as far apart as they could go.
"You have the prettiest pink pussy I've ever fucking seen, Bella." I caught his cowled gaze. He stuck his tongue out and ran it straight up the juncture of my thighs.
"Sam!" I screamed. My hips tried to reach up as he pulled back lightly. I heard him grown and his hands tightened on my things. His head fell back down, and he started to lick like a man starved and I was his last meal. His tongue made long, flat, languid stokes as he teased around my clit. His tongue hit every crevice and worked around, taunting, touching everything but my clit. When his tongue finely made contact with the sensitive flesh, my hands flew to his hair as my hips rose up in rhythm to the stroke of his tongue. He moaned into my pussy as his finger circled my opening. He slowly massaged it into my clenching passage. My walls gripped his finger as he slowly worked it in and out. I threw my head back and sighed.
"Sam, fuck…" As my hands tightened in his hair.
He finger continued to work in and out, sliding in easier the wetter he made me. He slowly added another and my back arched off of the table again. He rose up and devoured my mouth with his, fingers gaining speed as they pumped into me. My body rocked against his hand as I tasted my essence on his tongue. It was oddly erotic, but I wanted more. I wanted all of Sam. His fingers pumped faster, and before I knew it, I threw my head back and screamed his name. He dropped down to his knees and ate like a man possessed. His tongue caught every last drop as my body quivered from the sheer power of the orgasm. I lifted my gaze up to his. He licked the fingers he used to fuck me with, clean. I jumped off of the desk and Sam moved back in surprise. I shoved his chest back until his knees hit the edge of the couch in the corner. I straddled his lap as I started to undo each button on his button-down. His hands sought my hips as I ground against him.
"Bella…" He ground out and he tried to stop my hips from rotating. I leaned in to lick his pulse.
"Sam…" I teased back.
"You need to stop baby. I'm not going to fuck you on a couch for your first time." He said as his fingers gripped me tighter. I'd have bruises there tomorrow and I couldn't fucking wait to see them. His words made me smile.
"Then let me touch you." I trailed kisses down the opening of his shirt. I sat back to drag my nails down every fucking ridge that lined his chest. I was right, he was fucking perfect. Four perfectly sculpted ridges on each side fluttered beneath my nails as I trailed them down. I popped the button of his jeans and my eyes rose to meet his hooded gaze. He groaned and his head flew back as my hand found and circled around his cock. He wasn't wearing boxers and it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.
"I'm not sure what do do." I murmured shyly. He groaned again.
His hand closed around mine as he dragged it up and down his shaft. I watched fascinated as a pearl of liquid beaded at the top of his mushroom shaped head. His length felt smooth beneath my grip. It was just as velvety as his lips. My eyes flashed back to his and I leaned in to kiss him again. His tongue snaked around mine and he moaned into my mouth. His other hand reached for the back of my neck. I wanted to taste him, but I didn't want to be tipsy while I did it. I wanted his flavor of his essence permanently etched into my memory. His hips shifted and his jeans slipped down more. His hands flew to my hips as I tried to grind against him. My hands moved to his neck as I kissed him deeper. My slit met the head of his cock as I shifted closer.
"Fuck, Bella!" Sam swore as my flesh came in contact with his.
"Sam…" I moaned as I slowly rocked against him.
My head fell back, and eyes shut as Sam guided me along his hardened member. My wetness coated his shaft as I slid back and forth against it. My breath quickened as I felt the tell-tale sign of my orgasm once again building. If this was how it felt to grind against him, I couldn't wait to feel him actually inside of me, regardless of how huge he was. This was pure extasy. His grip tightened as he rocked me faster against him. He sucked the juncture underneath my jaw and my nails flew to the back of his scalp. I dragged them down his arms as he panted harder. His grip was like iron as his hips thrust up to drag against mine. I felt his member harden as ropes of liquid shot out the tip. His gaze caught mine as my rhythm stuttered. My orgasm swept through me. I could feel it coating him as his breathing hardened. I let my eyes drift close as the last of the aftershocks worked their way through my body. I felt sticky liquid coat the front of my sex lightly as I got too close to the spot on his pelvis where his cum has landed. I stopped moving and my gaze dropped down to the glistening liquid. I took my finger and swiped it through my short girls to grab some of it. I stuck the digit in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I saw gold flash in Sam's gaze again. I couldn't help myself, I needed more. I dropped down to my knees and licked every last drop off him; from his pelvis to the base of his cock. I yelped as he grabbed me and sat me back on the desk.
"I need to get you dressed before I fuck you into this couch, right here, right now." He ground out.
He gripped my jeans off of the floor and slipped them over my legs and my shoes followed. He pulled me up gently and turned me around and he slipped the corset back on. He trailed kisses up my spine as the zipper gently followed. I watched shyly as he tucked himself back into his jeans and buttoned his shirt again. I was pretty sure the buttons were off, but he didn't seem to care. He gripped my chin gently and tilted my head up as he kissed me reverently.
"You're fucking perfect." He clutched my hand and intertwined our fingers.
"Let me take you home." He looked into my eyes.
"Brady is staying at Leah's. I doubt you want to listen to them fuck all night." I chuckled as he smiled.
"I'd take you to my house, but you wouldn't last five seconds in those clothes inside my door." He playfully growled against my mouth.
While tempting as that was, I'd had a lot of firsts and orgasms tonight, I was pretty beat. I kissed him gently and we bent down to pick up the papers and pens. He interlocked our fingers again as he opened the door to the office. I blushed as we headed back into the club. The office smelt like sex. I stayed close to Sam's back as he led me back downstairs and to our booth. I saw Leah laughing at something Quil was reenacting animatedly with his arms. They looked up as we approached, Sam's presence demanded it. Leah raised an eyebrow and she had a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Hey Swan, where'd you go?" She looked between Sam and me. I turned beet red and dropped my forehead against his back. He ignored her and looked at Quil.
"Her wallet?" He held his hand out. Quil handed it over with a shit eating grin on his face as well.
"I'm taking her home." He looked at them both. Leah feigned surprise.
"Are you now?" She spread her arms on the booth behind her.
"Mark came by looking for you again Bella, maybe you should say goodbye to him before you go…he was rather enamored and wanted to know if you were single…" She trailed off with a smile. Sam growled for the fiftieth time tonight, only this one was a nice one. I squealed as his arm gripped me and dragged me in front of him. He palms gripped my ass as he lifted me up. He proceeded to completely devour me in front of our friends. I got so lost in his kiss that I forgot we had an audience. My hands trailed back to my favorite spot at the base of his hair. I sighed into his kiss as he pulled back and gently nipped my lower lip.
"Does that answer your question, Leah?" He gave her a look. I shoved my head into his chest and smacked him lightly and Leah threw her head back as laughs racked through her frame. He interlocked our fingers again.
"We'll see you later." He told them with a straight face as he pulled me beside him. I turned back to wave to Leah as she sent me a wink. Quil had an evil grin on his face as well. I was going to regret that look later, I knew it.
"Those pheromones Swan, I told you!" I heard her yell over the crowd. I raised my hand to flip her off. Sam chuckled beside me.
My skin pebbled as we made it out into the cool air, it felt good against my skin. We walked to Sam's truck and he opened my door. He hands fell to the sides of my face as he fervently kissed my lips. He pulled away slowly as my eyes fluttered closed. I could kiss his lips all day, truly. He smiled as he gently lifted me into his vehicle. He went around to the driver's side and hopped in. He patted the space next to him and I scooted over. He put his arm around me as he pulled out of the parking lot. The gentle hum of his truck must've rocked me to sleep, because before I knew it, he was laying me down in my bed. I felt him take my shoes off. He tucked the covers around me and whispered, "I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful." As he kissed my head. I heard him faintly talking to Charlie and the door shutting.
I should be alarmed that I'd see him tomorrow. How was I going to face my boss tomorrow when I had just licked the cum off of his dick not even an hour ago. Oh well, that was something to worry about when I wasn't so tired. I fell farther into blissful nothingness as the most peaceful rest lulled me down.
"Mmmm, night Sammy." I murmured as I finally drifted off.
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