“You gon’ teach me sum’n?”
“imma teach ya’ more den’ that.”
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SYNOPSIS: The Juke Joint. An’ tension is thick.
not wordless but not full dialogue | sexual tension | p in v | unprotected (stay wrapped kids!!) | mature jokes | sammie flirting | 18+ | smut | oral (f!reciving) | riding |
Everyones sweating. The joint was still hot. Musicians on the stage playin' they hearts away an' everybody still on the dance floor. Been goin on for a good couple hours now. Smiles on everybody's faces, like they been' waitin for the opportunity to wine down and just live.
The musics boomin. Ladies both married and single on the dance floor, whining an' grinding on the men in the room not even caring if they had someone to go home to. Everybody seemed to be having a good time. Nothin’ bad going on — less work for smoke.
Sammie was off at the bar, glass of whiskey in his cup. Annie stood with him, an’ watched as his eyes drifted from his cup an’ back to Sugar from time to time. Eyes lingering longer every time. Annie already knew what he was feeling. She had felt the same way bout’ smoke all those years ago. Back when he was winning her over with compliments an’ flowers.
Made her heart skip seeing him the same way.
Sammie watched her from a distance. Decided it’d be best to give her space an’ let her have fun for the night. Can’t be all up on her an’ she just got back — he had to give it time.
“You staring pretty hard there, Sammie.”
He came out his daze, looking back at Annie seeing the smile on her face. He could tell by the look she was giving him that she done seen him gawking. This ain’t the first time he’d been caught either. Not that long ago he’d been caught by Slim — earning a cackle to the face an’ a mini life lesson on how to get girls in one night.
Sammie damn sure wasn’t listening to his drunk ass.
He smiled back at Annie, eyes scouting out for nosey folk.
“Ain’t no harm in starin’ — i’m just admiring.”
“Admiration shouldn’t look that dark in someone’s eyes. Better stop foe’ your love turn to lust.”
Sammie laughed a bit at her words. Sure — Sammie noticed how her curves enhanced her every move. How her eyes made him crazy an’ how he so badly wanted to feel her. But he ain’t just need her, he wants her. Not just for body but for her. He loved that girl an’ wanted to show it to her, he just ain’t know how.
“Now Annie — ain’t no lusting over here, only love. Promise’ you that.”
Sammie meant what he said too. He loved that girl with everything he had. She was his reason for livin’ an’ why he even keeps pushin’ to begin with.
Annie seen the way he looked at her. She knows she talked bout’ it before but it’s just so surreal. Smoke use to do the same with her when they were younger. He’d always buy her flowers — treat her like a real lady an’ made sure she felt an’ seen the love.
She'd seen this kinda love before, an' it aint no mistake. Sammie loved sugar, member' him sayin' sum'n bout her being sweet as the Honeysuckles when they in full bloom. Said she bout as pretty as magnolia in may.
Sammie watched as Sugar swayed in a corner by herself. Watchin' her. Seen how she lured him in, an' she wasn't even doing anything. Just existing. He'd seen how much she's changed. From her facial features — to her hair. Her body, the way it curves differently now. How tight her dress hugged her waist, how tight it got round' her hips.
Sammies mind wandered more. Deeper. Letting his eyes do all the talking for him. He eyed her down, like an animal — quietly and slick. Undressing her with his eyes, he wondered what she'd look like without all the layers in his way.
It's almost as if his body moved on its own. Sammie stood up and walked towards her. He ain't even know what he was gon' say, but he knew what he wanted. He'd been yearnin' for it since she came back. Ain't want her for her body. Not for the lust or the pleasure — partially. But mostly — for her. He wanted his Sugar back by any means necessary, an' he was gon' get er'.
Sammie slide past all the folk on the dance floor. Weaving through everybody crowding the corner. He walked up to Sugar with a smile on his face, sly grin he always wore when he was up to no good.
"What ya' want huh, Preacher?"
Sugar eyed him. She'd seen him basically beggin' from the other side of the joint — his eyes, the way they danced over her figure, how they slowly got darker with intention. Told her everything she needed to know. She knew he wanted her — but she wanted him to ask nicely, at least.
"Nothin' special, just wonderin' why ya' over here lookin' lost. You wanna go home or sum'n?"
"No — just can't find nothin' to do. Already said hi to everybody I know."
Sammie thought for a second.
Sugar looked at Sammie. She eyed him for bit. Knowing him — at least what she knew bout' him — him askin' anything bout dancing was never a good thing tho agree to. She member' when they were younger, Sammie convinced her to dance in the rain.
They both ended up sick within' the next four hours.
"I do, a little — why ya' wanna know huh?"
"A Little? Nah, that ain't good enough — c'mon lemme teach ya somethin'."
Sugar looked him up an' down. Nudging him softly, soft smile came on her face.
"An' what you know bout' dancing?"
"Know enough ta' get you out this damn corner."
Sammie stepped up a little, backing Sugar into the corner a little more. They kept eye contact — neither one lookin' away. Sammies eyes spoke somethin' to Sugar. Heat rose between the two of em', could hear each others breathin' getting louder an' deeper. Sugar tilted her head at Sammie, giving him a smirk.
"You gon' teach me a lil sum'n?"
Sammie stepped up, put his hands on her waist.
Slid em' down to her hips.
"Imma teach ya' more den' that."
Sammie walked backwards, slowly leading Sugar to the floor. Turning round' Sammie stepped behind her. Hands still on her hips. Carefully, Sammie brought her closer to him, her back to his chest. His hand stayed on her — helping her with the steps a bit. They swayed a little before Sammie got bold.
"Don't be shy now, sway a lil' more — there ya' go."
Sammie gripped Sugars waist tighter. One of his hands moved to wrap round' her waist, hugging her tighter to him. His thumb caressing her side a bit.
The room felt hotter. For a while Sugars mind was dizzy. High off the attention. Sammie dipped his head into her neck, giving it small pecks here an' there. Just enough to get a rise outta' her.
Sugar got into it after while. She started rocking her hips to the beat instead — Sammie followed her movement.
His hands got more curious, he wanted to get more curious. But he kept his hands to himself. Kept them where he had em'. His touch got more grabby — more needy.
Both of em' swayed to the beat. Bodies rolling against one another. Sammies hand on her, her body on his. Enough touch to make both of em' forget the sense they were born with.
Lost in their own daze. Both in two different words. But both feelin' the same thing. Both feelin' the reaction.
For a second — it felt like they were alone.
Sammies pecks raised more an' more. Started soft turned harsh. Pecks turned into full kisses, to small sucks.
The hoot of someone else on the floor brought them back.
Just membered' they ain't the only ones here.
Sugar turned around to meet his gaze. His eyes were low — dark. She decided to play round' with his patience since, clearly — he had none left.
"Ain't know you could do allat' now Preacher boy."
She raised her arms to wrap round' his neck. His hands rested on her lower waist.
"Theres a lot you'n know I can do."
Sugar batted her eye at him slowly. Her tongue poked at the side of her mouth, head tilted as she smiled a bit at him.
"Shit — you gon' get me in trouble girl."
Sammies grip tightened, he pulled her closer — noses almost touchin'.
"Yeah? An' imma finish it — you keep playin'."
"An' what you gon' do? — Shit."
Sammie took her wrist, quickly dragged her to the back of the barn. Weaving between everybody, some folk called his name. He ignored em'. Other people the least of his concerns right now. Too busy.
Sammie tugged them to the room, closing an' locking the door behind him. He turned to face Sugar. Same fiend innocent face she wore outside, after all she told him — In that purposely low voice.
Sammies patience was clipped.
He paced towards her — fast. His lips was on hers before she could react. Sugar kissed back, equal amount of need behind their kisses. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.
Sammie took her face into his hands. Kissing her harder. Like she was gon' disappear if he let go. The kiss got more heated the more they went on. All the pent up frustration put into one kiss.
Their breathing heaved, both out of breath but couldn't find the audacity to stop.
Eventually — Sammie separated from the kiss.
They took a second to collect themselves. Sammie looked her in the eyes.
He walked her into one of the crates. Lifting her up onto the box, thumbs caressing her hips as he stands between her legs. Sammie takes her face into his hands again, making Sugar look at him.
"We don't gotta do nothin' more than kiss, anything you'n wanna do ya' don't have to."
Sugars heart melted. Her favorite man in the whole world, too sweet for his own good. Damn, she loved him.
She grabbed him by his shirt. Bringing him closer.
Sammies pupils dilated for split second — Sugar almost missed it. He licked his bottom lip — inhaled sharply.
"Better tell me what ya' want. Closed mouths don't get fed baby."
Sammies hands grabbed anywhere they could. Sliding up and down, grabbing on the fat of her body.
"Don't care what ya' do — just make me feel good yeah?"
He ain't need ta' be told twice.
Sammie dropped to his knees, his hands went under her skirt. Pulling down her panties an' tossin' em to the side. He slid her skirt up a bit. Sammie bit his lip a little, sucked in a breath. Sammie looked up at Sugar as he kissed up her inner thigh, makin' sure to go slow on purpose. He wanted to get a taste bad — but he wanted to see her reactions, her responses.
He watched her twice at every kiss. How her brows furrowed whenever he stopped for too long. She looked so.
Sammie locked his lips onto her.
He licked an' sucked. Dragging his tongue in and out as he did so. He ate her like a starved man fresh outta' the cell. Like he aint seen his wife is years since it sentence. God it felt like it.
Sugar squirmed and whined. She lifted her hips a little an' rolled em', tryna' get more feelin'.
Sammie wrapped his arms round' her thighs an' pulled her back down. His grip tightening on her inner thigh, tellin' her ta' keep still. Be good. He lifted his head for a second, replacing his tongue with his fingers.
Sugar fell into nothin' but small gasps.
Sammie worked his fingers well. In an' out. Fast goin' in an' slow comin' out. He curled his fingers whenever he pulled them out.
Sugars legs shook, her legs try'n to close but Sammie kept them open.
"Aht Aht — Keep em' open for me."
Sugars legs shook under his arms. Chest heaving, breathing hard an' loud. She gripped onto a near shelf for support, some sort of anchor so she wouldn't pass out.
"God — Sammie.."
"Oh— right there, please."
Sammie looked up at Sugar, eyes full of love an' lust.
"I gotchu', r'lax for me."
Sammie kept his fingers goin', while he put his mouth back on her. He flicked his tongue up an' down slow while his fingers worked fast. The motion made Sugar shake hard.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her chest caved in deeper as she breathed. She put one hand on Sammies head, try'n ta' push him further. Her legs shook an' her hips lifted at the sensation.
Sugars legs caved in, round' Sammies head.
Sammie ain't stop though, he cleaned up the mess he made. Like a real man.
Sugar lifted herself up slowly, still catching her breath. Sammie came from under her skirt, his lips an' chin covered with her. Goofy smile on his face, like a kid who just got the big corner piece of cake.
"Smiling real hard ain't ya'." Sugar exhaled a laugh.
She stood up, holdin' onto Sammie for support. She looked at Sammie, eyes low. Her drive was still high, she wanted more.
Sammie wouldn't mind, now would he?
Sugar slowly walked Sammie to the wall, pushin' him to slide down. She followed suit, sitting on his lap. She grabbed his face an' kissed him hard. Sammie licked her bottom lip a little. He wrapped his arms round' her — pulling her in. Sugar pulled away.
"Wanna try sum'n, gon' let me?"
Sammie stared at her, lips swollen an' glossy. Face still a mess.
"Whatever ya' want Sugar, whatever make ya' pleased."
Sugar smirked, grinned ear to ear. She started undoing his belt enough to pull his pants down. She reached her hand into his boxers an' released him from his briefs. Sugar lifted herself off his lap a little an' aligned herself to him. Slowly — she sunk herself on him.
They both groaned at the feeling. Sammie felt how tight she was, thought he was gon' come undone on the spot. Sugar felt a small stretch, it hurt for a little bit till' the pain went away. Replaced by pleasure.
Sugar sank all the way down on him, bottomed out the second she got all the way down.
Sammie was panting already, an' she barely moved at all. He kept a firm grip on her hips, holding her down. He was scared he'd only last a couple minutes. He couldn't focus with her wrapped round' him like this.
Sugar started rockin'. Both immediately felt it rising. The more she moved, the faster she went. Sammie put his hands on her waist, movin' her more. Pushin' her harder on him.
His arms were on her again, pulling her on him. Sammie put her in a bear hug. One arm was propped up, keeping him up. The other was pullin' Sugar in.
Both of them rolled an' grinded against each other. Moans bounced off the walls. Sammie had his head tilted back, biting his lip try'n to contain his sounds. Sugar was all heavy breathing, hands on Sammies shirt, scrunched up from her grip.
Sammie sat up. Started kissin' up on her neck. Sucking an' biting at her shoulder. Sugar rolled faster.
Sammie was lost in the feeling. The feeling of the bliss. Feeling of the drive. The feeling of her.
"Shit — Sugar, almost there. C'mon, give it to me."
"Let go mama."
Whined into is shoulder, Sugars legs shook.
Sammie let out a low groan. Hips snapped up into Sugar.
Both bottomed out an' outta breath.
Sugar pushed herself up. he hair was a mess. Tousled like she'd just fought a wild cat. Sammie thought she looked beautiful.
They both took their moment.
Looked at each other, an' laughed.
They sat there for a minute, and laughed with each other. Sugar rested her head on Sammies shoulder, while he kept his arm round' her waist. Thumb occasionally stroking her side.
The moment lasted — till' they heard someone call for Sammie.
Sammie sighed in annoyance. He ain't wanna get up. Not from this, he wanted to stay with her for as long as he could before Stack or Slim would drag him off for the rest of the night with their bullshit. His grip tightened round' her. Sugar let out a small giggle.
She took his face in her hands.
"I think we should get ta' lookin' presentable, yeah?"
Sammie set his head to hers, sighing hard.
"Mmm — Inna' minute Sugar. Wanna stay."
"Hm. Okay — only for a little', can't stay in here forever."
Sammie gave her a small peck on the lips.
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