Two Can Play Dirty
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Tags: Smut, Teasing, Dry Humping, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Edging, Touching, Nipple Licking, Multiple S*x Positions, Thigh Riding, Cowgirl Position, Doggy Style, Missionary Position, Dom Sam, Oral S*x, Cunnilingus, Rough S*x, Creampie, Fingerfucking, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Marking/Biting, Kissing, Shameless Smut, Sam is a Menace
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Everyone in Pelican Town knows you and Sam can't keep your hands or your mouthy, shameless flirting to yourselves, but you've always had the buffer of the group to keep things from completely crossing the line. When a brutal storm floods the valley and cancels everyone else's plans, Sam shows up at your doorstep drenched to the bone, grinning like a menace, and leaving you alone together in your bedroom for the very first time. With no one around to interrupt, every wicked joke becomes a direct invitation, every brush of bare skin turns into a dare and the filthy game you've both been playing for months finally explodes into something neither of you can control.
The sky above Pelican Town didn’t just open up, it cracked completely wide open. It was a late summer apocalyptic deluge, the kind of torrential downpour that turns the dirt paths of your farm into treacherous mud rivers within minutes, and rattled the wooden beams of your farmhouse until the glass windows vibrated.
You had spent the entire afternoon cleaning up and setting up the living room for a massive group hangout. The plan was solid: you, Sam, Sebastian, Abigail, Haley and Alex were all supposed to cram into your house, escape the suffocating heat of the valley and spend the night losing your minds over terrible horror movies and eating an ungodly amount of buttered popcorn.
Then the front hit.
Your phone began to vibrate violently, buzzing in a rapid succession of death knells for your plans. You walked over and picked it up, the screen illuminating your face as the group chat notifications flooded in.
Abigail: yeah no way am i walking through this, pretty sure i just saw a lightning bolt strike a tree
Seb: roads are flooded anyway, motorcycle won't make it past the river, im out
Haley: my hair would literally dissolve if i stepped outside :( Alex is staying with me to watch the storm… sorry!
You let out a sigh, tossing the phone back onto the counter. The screen went black and the house was completely silent except for the relentless deafening sound of the rain lashing against the roof.
"Well," you muttered to yourself, looking around the empty, perfectly clean room. "So much for that."
You padded into your bedroom, kicking off your denim shorts and pulling off your shirt. In their place, you slid into a pair of black micro shorts, the kind that hugged your hips tightly and left the entire length of your thighs completely bare and a tiny tight white crop top with spaghetti straps that barely reached the very end of your ribs.
It left your entire midriff exposed, the soft skin of your stomach completely bare to the cool air conditioned draft of the house. You loosened your hair, letting it fall down your shoulders and headed toward the bathroom to finish getting ready for an early bed, thoroughly resigned to a lonely night.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
The sound was loud, frantic and nearly drowned out by a massive roll of thunder. You froze in the middle of the hallway, your heart leaping into your throat. Who the hell would be out in this?
You hurried to the front door, unlocking the heavy deadbolt and pulling it open.
The wind instantly drove a spray of freezing rain right across your face and chest, but you didn't even care because your eyes went wide. Standing on your porch, completely illuminated by a flash of lightning, was Sam.
He was a disaster, his signature spiked hair was completely flattened, plastered to his forehead and dripping water into his eyes. His denim jacket was completely soaked through to the point of heavy dripping saturation. He was holding his breath, water streaming down his jawline, but despite looking like a drowned rat, he was grinning at you like a total idiot.
"Why the fuck are you here in this weather?!" You yelled over the roar of the wind, your jaw practically dropping.
Sam shivered violently, his teeth literally chattering as he took a step over the threshold. He looked you up and down, his eyes instantly tracking the bare expanse of your midriff and the high curve of your thighs in those tiny shorts.
"I came so we can fuck obviously," he said, his voice raspy and trembling from the cold. Even frozen to the bone, a wicked low smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
You didn't even give him a second to stand there, you grabbed him by the damp lapels of his soaked jacket and violently hauled him inside, slamming the door shut behind him to lock out the howling storm.
"Oh," Sam teased, his voice a shaky breathy chuckle as you dragged him firmly by the arm toward your bedroom. "You're so impatient."
"Shut up Sam!" You snapped, as you hauled him into the bedroom and gave him a firm angry shove backward, forcing him to sit down right on the edge of your bed.
Before he could even utter a word or laugh at your irritation, you stepped right into his space, standing between his knees. You grabbed the wet lapels of his jacket, yanking it aggressively off his shoulders, shoving the damp fabric down his arms and tossing it to the floor with a heavy wet thud.
Sam let out a low breathy chuckle, completely unfazed by your fury.
"Ohh so we're skipping the talking? Didn't know you're this desperate to see me naked doll," he teased, his voice dripping with cocky amusement.
You glared at him, looking completely mad as your hands immediately moved to the hem of his soaked t-shirt, which was clinging to his chest like a second skin and showing off the lean solid muscle of his torso.
"You look cute when you're throwing a tantrum," he kept going, leaning his head back with a wicked smirk just to rile you up further. "Are you gonna tear my pants off next or should I beg?"
Neglecting his teasing remarks with a sharp irritated hiss, you grabbed the fabric and slowly pulled it up and over his head. Your fingers accidentally -on purpose- brushed against the warm damp skin of his ribs and you felt the muscles of his stomach violently contract at the touch.
You continued to ignore him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response as you turned sharply on your heel and marched right over to your closet to hunt for dry clothes.
You dug deep into the back drawers until your fingers wrapped around a familiar black fabric. It was an old t-shirt of his, one you had borrowed from his room months ago under the pretense of being cold and had intentionally never returned.
You marched right back into his space, stepping between his thighs and closing the distance until your bare stomach was mere inches from his.
"Hands up skater boy," you commanded softly, your voice dropping its angry edge into something much more dangerous.
Sam raised his arms with a low grunt as you unfolded his old shirt, hovering over him to guide his arms through the sleeves and pull the soft fabric down over his broad shoulders.
As your hands smoothed the cotton down over his chest, Sam’s hands slowly moved. The tips of his fingers lightly tracked up your sides, skimming the bare skin right above the waistband of your shorts. The deliberate light drag of his callouses against your skin made your breath completely hitch.
He tilted his head up, looking at you through his damp blond bangs, his eyes locked onto yours.
"You look so happy to see me babe," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, completely full of cocky teasing confidence.
You didn't pull away from his hands, you kept your stance locked right between his thighs as you tilted his chin up, your fingers gripping his jaw firmly to force him to look directly into your eyes.
"I'm actually happy," you countered, a sweet dangerous smile spreading across your lips. "But you could've caught a cold... and I'll never fuck a man with a fever Sammy.”
Sam’s grip on your waist tightened, his thumbs stroking your skin a little harder, his breathing turning shallow.
"I don't have a fever doll," he whispered, his eyes dropping to your lips, his chest rising and falling heavily against your thighs. "But you're burning me alive right now."
The tension in the room instantly dialed up to a suffocating dizzying high. The storm was screaming outside, but the space between the two of you was completely static.
You decided it was time to play the first card.
You slowly brought your hands up, your fingers wrapping gently around the damp strands of hair at the back of his neck, tilting his head back just a little more, forcing him to look straight up into your eyes.
You tilted your own head down, your eyelids fluttering half closed, your breath fanning directly over his parted lips. You leaned in, agonizingly slow, millimeter by millimeter, until the tips of your noses brushed and your lips were so close you could feel the rhythmic desperate hitch in his exhale.
Sam closed his eyes, completely hypnotized, his lips parting further as he leaned up to finally, desperately meet your mouth-
And right before your lips touched, you stopped.
You leaned your head just an inch to the side, pressing your lips right against the shell of his ear, and whispered in a low wicked purr. "My oversized pants are in the third drawer. Change and I'll go make popcorn."
Before he could even process the words, you released his hair and stepped completely out from between his thighs. You turned on your heel, a triumphant smirk plastered across your face as you began to walk out of the bedroom.
Sam let out a loud agonized groan, throwing his head back into your pillows. "Fuuuck... you can't do this to me!" He called out, his voice strained with frustration.
"I can for sure," you threw back effortlessly, giggling softly as you headed straight into the kitchen, leaving him completely tortured on your bed.
The smell of hot butter and kernels cracking against the heavy metal of the pot filled the kitchen. You were standing at the counter, a large bowl waiting in front of you as you carefully lifted the lid off the stove.
Wisps of white steam curled upward, warming your face, but it was nothing compared to the sudden vibration of footsteps echoing from the hallway. You didn't turn around, you don't have to.
Sam walked out of the bedroom, and he was entirely done playing nice. He was wearing the oversized grey sweatpants he found where you told him to search. They hung low on his hips, the soft thin cotton doing absolutely nothing to hide the thick rigid silhouette underneath.
You pretended to be utterly absorbed in pouring the popcorn into the bowl, your hands steady, but your ears were tracking the exact velocity of his approach.
He didn't just walk up to you, he cornered you. Sam stalked right up behind your back, closing the distance until there wasn't a single millimeter of air left between his front and your back. He lifted one arm, reaching up slowly to grab a glass from the cupboard directly above your head and in the process, he deliberately pressed his entire lower body right into you.
Your breath completely caught in your throat as you felt everything. The heavy burning weight of his dick pressing hard and flat right into the cleft of your backside. It was massive, thick and radiating a terrifying amount of heat.
Sam didn't hurry to grab the glass, he stayed right there, anchoring you against the edge of the counter, his chest flush against your bare shoulder blades. He lowered his head, his damp blond bangs brushing the side of your face as his lips grazed the sensitive skin of your earlobe. His breath was a hot ragged puff against your neck.
"You look gorgeous with this no-clothes clothes-style baby," he murmured, his voice dropping into a rough rasp that sent a violent shiver straight down your spine.
You weren't going to fold, you gripped the edge of the counter, tilting your head back slightly into his shoulder alignment and deliberately pushed your hips backward. You leaned your ass heavily right into his pulsing bulge, grinding yourself firmly against his hardness, making sure he felt exactly how much he was affecting you.
"Thank you Sammy," you purred softly, your voice dripping with sweet teasing malice.
A low grunt hitched in Sam’s throat, the hand reaching for the glass froze, his fingers twitching against the shelf. For a second, you thought he was going to rip your clothes off right then and there, but with a sharp exhale, he played his own card. He pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark and completely unraveled as he looked down at you.
"Actually," Sam said, a wicked daredevil glint returning to his eyes as he stepped around you, leaning his lower back flat against the counter right in front of you. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, showing off the deep V-shaped lines of his lower stomach. "I have a problem. I can’t tie the drawstring on these damn things, my hands are still shaking so badly from the cold rain."
He held up his fingers, giving you a completely fake pathetic twitch, though his chest was heaving. He was forcing you to look down at his waist, where the grey fabric was explicitly tented outward, pushing hard against the fly of the pants.
"Awww you poor thing," you mocked softly, stepping right back into his personal space until your bare thighs were nearly brushing his knees.
You leaned down slightly, bringing your hands right to the waistband of his pants. You deliberately let the backs of your fingers brush flat against the scorching velvety skin of his lower stomach, tracing the light path of hair that disappeared beneath the cotton.
You intentionally skimmed the tips of your knuckles right against the exact spot where the fabric rose, feeling the thick pulsing heat of his throbbing member right through the cloth.
Sam’s breath completely fractured, the cocky look vanished from his face. He grabbed the counter behind him so violently as he tried to keep from grabbing your wrists and pinning you to the floor. Every time your knuckles grazed his heavy erection, his stomach muscles violently spasmed, a low shaky breath escaping his teeth.
"You're a demon," he growled under his breath, his jaw locked.
"Just trying to help you Sammy," you whispered, finally tying the string into a neat bow. You patted his stomach right above his hardness, giving him a smile as you looked up at him.
Your eyes lingered on him for a moment, tracing the way up from his jaw to the top of his head. Up close under the bright kitchen light, his hair was an absolute mess from the storm, damp, clumpy and falling wildly into his eyes, completely ruining his usual perfectly styled look. "Your hair looks ridiculous. Come here.”
"Sit," you commanded, as you grabbed his arm and pulled him over to one of the wooden kitchen chairs. “I'll never fuck a man who looks this ridiculous.”
Sam sank into the chair, looking up at you with a hooded gaze, his chest still rising and falling too fast. With him sitting, you were perfectly eye level. You stepped closer, moving right between his legs again, locking him into place as you raised your hands.
You ran your fingers slowly through his damp blond hair, the cool moisture of the strands sliding between your fingers as you gently pulled the bangs back from his forehead. You took your time, using your thumbs to slowly wipe away the stray water droplets clinging to his high cheekbones and the sharp tense edge of his jawline.
Your face was inches from his, you could smell the rain on his skin, the sharp vanilla of your own perfume on his shirt and the heavy intoxicating scent of his arousal.
Sam’s eyes tracked your mouth like a hawk, he was vibrating with frustration, and he wasn't going to just sit there and take it anymore.
Without warning, his warm hands shot out, sliding directly onto your bare waist. His palms wrapped entirely around the curve of your sides, his fingers digging into your skin. He slid his hands up and down your bare torso, his hot palms frictioning against your ribs, sending an electric shock straight to your core. He gripped you firmly, anchoring you right between his legs, pinning you in place so you couldn't back away.
Your fingers froze in his hair, the horniness in the room was blinding, a physical pressure that made your heart hammer against your ribs. His thumbs traced the very bottom edge of your crop top, his eyes burning into your collarbones.
"Two can play this game you know?" He whispered, his hands squeezing your waist tightly, pulling you just a fraction closer to his lap.
You stared into his blown out pupils, your lips parting. You leaned in, slowly lowering your face until your lips were just a hair's breadth from his.
Sam’s eyes fluttered shut, his hands sliding up to cup your back, his mouth tilting up to finally devour yours, completely convinced he’d won-
You pulled back with a sharp echoing giggle. You slickly broke from his grip, stepping out of his leg trap before he could lock you down. You walked toward the bedroom doorway, looking back over your shoulder at his utterly stunned unraveled face.
"Much better," you called out, your voice full of playful victory. "Bring the popcorn loser.”
You strode back into the bedroom, a satisfied smirk playing on your face as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down gently to suppress a triumphant giggle. Walking over to the side of the bed, you climbed onto the mattress, arranging yourself comfortably against the headboard.
You pulled the duvet loosely over your bare legs, your fingers mindlessly flicking through the movie options on the TV screen, the ambient light casting a soft dim glow over your exposed midriff.
A moment later, Sam walked back into the bedroom, carrying the large bowl of popcorn. He climbed onto the mattress, sliding under the blankets right next to you.
"Found anything good yet?" He asked, his voice already a little lower, a little rougher than usual. He placed the bowl between you, but his eyes weren't on the TV. They were tracking the way your shorts had ridden up even higher against your thighs.
"I don't know, still looking," you murmured, intentionally keeping your eyes on the screen, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a direct look. You nudged the bowl closer to him. "Feed me Sammy, my hands are busy."
Sam let out a low dark chuckle. "Yeah? Anything for you baby."
He reached into the bowl, his hand digging out a few kernels, but he doesn't just hand them to you. He leaned over, his chest nearly brushing your bare shoulder as he brought his hand to your face. He slowly pressed a piece of popcorn between your lips. As you took it, he deliberately dragged his thumb over your bottom lip, applying just enough pressure to pull it down slightly.
"You're really hungry tonight aren't you?" He whispered, a cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his thumb idly traces your bottom lip. "Can't wait to show you what else I can get you to swallow later.”
You didn't back down, you parted your lips further, wrapping your tongue directly around his knuckle. You licked the butter clean off his skin, swirling the tip of your tongue around his finger in a slow wet circle.
Sam’s breath hitched as he pushed his finger deeper into your mouth, his knuckle pressing against your tongue, letting out a ragged exhale.
You sucked on his finger for one more torturous second before biting down gently. You pulled back with a smug smirk, pointing the remote at the screen.
"What do you think of this one?" You asked, completely ignoring his dazed expression. Without waiting for his opinion, you hit play, forcing his head to turn toward the TV as the opening credits began to roll.
"You're fuckin evil," Sam muttered, his voice strained as he tried to steady his breathing, leaning back against the pillows.
The movie started, but neither of you was paying attention. Within ten minutes, a heavy intense sex scene played on the screen, the sound of moans and rustling sheets filling the quiet bedroom.
Sam shifted closer, his leg pressing flush against yours under the duvet. "Look at that," he whispered, his lips practically brushing your ear. "They aren't wasting any time, they're doing exactly what I wanted to do to you the second I walked through that door."
"Oh really?" You teased, keeping your eyes glued to the screen. "Looks a little vanilla to me Sammy."
"Vanilla?" Sam asked softly, his hand slid under the blanket, his palms finding the bare skin of your inner thigh. He started running his fingers up your leg, his touch light but burning hot. With every groan from the TV, his hand slid higher, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin, moving up toward the hem of your shorts. "I can show you exactly how unvanilla I can get. I’d have you screaming so loud the whole town would hear it over the thunder."
He hooked his fingers under the edge of your shorts as he deliberately slid his knuckles back and forth, letting the rough skin of his hand brush flat against your soaking wet folds through the fabric.
You let out a soft involuntary gasp, your hips twitching against his hand.
"Look at you," Sam taunted, his voice a dark unhinged purr right down your neck. "You're already dripping for me baby. You want me to put my fingers inside your cunt so bad don't you?"
"In your dreams," you choked out, your heart hammering against your ribs. "I'm not losing to someone who desperately walked all the way in the storm just to rail me."
Sam let out a sharp frustrated breath against your skin, his jaw tightening as he deliberately yanked his hand out from between your thighs, completely cutting off the contact.
"Fine! Have it your way," he muttered, his voice thick and rough as he reached over to the nightstand to grab the bowl of popcorn, trying to use the snack as a shield to regain his composure.
You watched him out of the corner of your eye, a slow wicked smile creeping back onto your face. Deciding you've played defense long enough, you launched your counter attack.
As Sam reached back into the bowl to grab another handful, you turned your head slightly toward him.
"Why did you stop feeding me?" You asked, your tone dripping with an intentionally sweet angelic innocence. “Do you want me to beg you? Do you want me to say please Sammy?"
Sam scoffed softly but couldn't resist, he turned his head, bringing the handful of popcorn toward your mouth, taking the bait perfectly. It gave you the exact opening you needed.
You placed your palm flat against his abdomen, ostensibly just to steady yourself, but your eyes locked onto his profile as you deliberately stretched your fingers downward. Without a shred of hesitation, you slid your hand past his elastic waistband, burying your fingers deep inside his sweatpants until you touched the bare rock hard base of his member.
Sam’s entire body violently jolted from the raw shock of the contact, his hand twitched fiercely and the entire handful of popcorn scattered, spilling right down the open collar of your tiny crop top, settling on the bare skin of your chest and in the valley between your breasts.
Sam looked down at the mess, his eyes turning completely predatory.
"Fuck! Now look what you made me do," he whispered, his jaw tight, all the playful teasing energy completely vanishing.
Before you could even move, Sam threw the popcorn bowl to the floor and slammed his hands down onto your waist, pinning you flat against the mattress and hovering over you.
He reached up to grip the hem of your crop top, slowly pulling the fabric down to expose your chest more. He stopped exactly halfway through your nipples, leaving the lower curves of your breasts framed by the fabric while showing off the sensitive skin right around them.
Lowering his head, his tongue slowly picked the kernels off your bare breasts, one by one. He took his entire torturous time as his tongue swiped heavy wet trails over your bare skin, licking you clean of the salt with starving strokes across your collarbone and the tops of your breasts before grazing the sensitive bare skin with his teeth.
"Sam… ah~..." you whimpered, your head throwing back into the pillow. You grabbed the bedsheets so hard, your hips helplessly arching off the bed as his mouth wrecked your chest. "Fuck... you're torturing me Sammy…”
"You like that baby?" He muttered against your skin, his tongue licking a stray piece of salt right off the swell of your breast. "You like being pinned down like a fuckin whore with your breast hanging out for me to play with? You want me to bite them harder? Want me to use my hands on them while I fuck you so hard for hours?"
"Stop being a fuckin tease and give me what I need!" You growled out, your voice a desperate frustrated gasp, arching your chest harder against his face to force him flush against your skin.
Without warning, his teeth sank hard into your breast, biting down with a punishing force that sent a sharp shock straight to your dripping cunt as a loud shameless scream broke from your lips. Before you could recover, he dragged his mouth up the sensitive line of your throat, leaving wet biting kisses all the way to the shell of your ear.
"I'm not losing this shit," he whispered, his voice a dirty rasp that sent a violent tremor through your body. "You can scream, you can beg, you can demand my dick all night, but I'm not gonna make you win.”
Sam abruptly sat straight back up against the headboard. He made no move to help pull the fabric of your crop top back up, leaving your chest completely exposed and flushed from his touch.
He simply fixed his eyes back on the TV screen as if nothing happened, a dark unhinged smirk plastered on his face.
"You're a fuckin sadist Sam! A total fuckin jerk!" You gasped out, your voice totally wrecked as you tried to catch your breath.
"Shhhh, keep your mouth shut and watch the movie," he murmured, his voice dripping with pure malice. "There's another sex scene coming... pay attention so you know how to take this cock properly when you beg for it like a good girl.”
You sat up against the headboard right next to him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of pulling your crop top back up. You pointedly stared at the TV screen, completely ignoring his smug face beside you.
Minutes later, your phone light flashed on the nightstand right next to Sam’s side of the bed, buzzing loudly with a notification. Sensing an opportunity to break his cool, you quickly hovered over his lap, stretching your arm across his chest to reach for it.
But Sam was faster, his arm shot out, snatching the phone before your fingers could touch it. He looked at you with a wicked challenging smirk and slowly slid the phone deep into his pocket, letting it rest flat against the side of his thigh right next to his massive throbbing erection.
"If you want it back, you have to come get it yourself."
"You think I won't?" You whispered, your voice thick with bold defiance. You shifted on the mattress to face him, leaning your weight completely into his space so your bare exposed chest was framed right in his line of sight as you slid your hand directly into his pocket.
As you grope downward for the phone, you don't just grab it, you moved your other hand from his outer thigh, placing it right over the thick burning ridge of his dick through the thin fabric just to steady yourself against him. Holding his gaze, you squeezed him firmly, your fingers slowly moving and shifting against his throbbing length, taking your absolute painful time.
Sam let out a sharp pathetic whimper, his head throwing back against the headboard as his jaw locked. "Fuck!... Stop please..."
"What's the matter Sammy?" You taunted, moving your hand in a slow brutal stroke over his cock through the sweats. "Thought you wanted me to come get it? It feels so hard in here, are you begging me?"
He snapped, his hand shooting down to catch your wrist in a grip of iron, his grip forced you to push even harder against his cock. You moved your hand against him, frictioning his pulsing cock exactly the way he wanted, driving him entirely over the edge.
“I can't take more teasing… fuck!” He panted, his voice deep, strained and totally wrecked. "You're being so bad tonight baby… you're torturing me."
You dropped the phone onto the nightstand, your gaze softening into something fiercely serious and intense as you look up at him. "If I don't trust you, I won't allow you in! So I trust you can take this much teasing."
Hearing those words, a sudden wave of panic flushed through Sam’s face. "Oh my god! No! I… I didn't mean that! I swear, I’d rather die than do anything without your consent, I… I just-"
You didn't let him finish, you shut him up completely by pulling him down into a deep bruising kiss. He wrapped his arms around your waist, violently yanking you up to straddle his lap completely.
The moment your bare crotch landed flat against the thick bulge of his hardness, a helpless needy moan escaped your lips. You fisted your fingers into his blond hair, pulling tightly to deepen the kiss, your tongue sliding into his mouth with hungry desperation.
"Fuck baby," Sam panted against your lips, his hands bruising your hips as he ground upward into you. "The game is over… I'm going to fuckin ruin you tonight."
"Shut up and do it," you screamed right back into his mouth, completely abandoning the movie as the storm howled outside.
His fingers dug violently into the bare skin of your hips, his grip firm enough to leave deep dark marks. He lifted your thighs slightly, hoisting you up just an inch before slamming your hips back down, punishingly hard right against his crotch.
"Ah!~... fuck Sam!" You let out a loud unraveled moan directly into his open mouth, your hips instinctively rolling in a desperate circle against his massive bulge.
Sam broke the kiss with a ragged choking gasp, his head dropping as he buried his face directly into the crook of your neck. He attacked your skin, biting and sucking hungrily at the sensitive cord of your throat, leaving dark bruising marks that you knew you'll have a hell of a time hiding tomorrow.
“You're killing me!” He whimpered, his chest heaving violently against yours as he gasped out against your wet skin. “You have no fuckin idea what you do to me… I’m losing my mind.”
You wrapped your fingers firmly into his damp hair, tugging sharply to force his face back up as you stared down into his blown out completely black pupils.
"Then do something about it Sammy," you challenged him, your voice a breathless commanding whisper that dripped with pure arousal. "Stop talking and show what you can do to a slut like me... use my body and fuck me as much as you want... please…"
He let out a rough growl that vibrated deep within his chest as he fisted his hands into the hem of your tiny crop top. With one impatient yank, he tore the fabric completely over your head and hurled it across the room.
His eyes instantly blew out as he looked at you completely bare from the waist up in the dim light of the TV, his gaze tracking the heavy rise and fall of your breasts. He leaned forward, his heavy frame driving you backward until you were laid flat on the bed beneath him. His tongue immediately slid down the length of your collarbone, dragging wet stripes over your chest.
He bit at your skin, licking his way down to the swells of your breasts with a desperate hunger until you were helplessly arching off the mattress, your hands gripping his shoulders for dear life as a needy whine broke from your lips.
He took one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking it deeply, pulling the peak between his teeth and swirling his tongue around it in hot heavy strokes. At the same time, his hand cupped your other breast, his fingers pinching and twisting the nipple, rolling it firmly between his thumb and forefinger making your lower stomach violently twist with unbearable ache of need.
"Call yourself a slut again," he muttered roughly, pulling back just enough to look down at your undone face. "Tell me how much you need me to ruin you while I use you like this."
"I am... I'm your slut Sam," you sobbed out, completely unraveled under his weight. "Please... just ruin me! Use me however you want... I just need you to fuck me."
"Good girl," he whispered, a satisfied smirk stretching across his face. "I'm going to stretch that soaked pussy wide open and ruin you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for days."
Before you can even process the sheer heat of his words, he dropped his head back down to torture your nipples with renewed merciless aggression.
You arched violently against the sheets, a loud fractured scream of pure pleasure escaping your throat as he shifted his weight. He dropped his mouth to the other side, mercilessly devouring the second peak while his hand moved to match the rough heavy friction on the first.
"Sam… please... more!... Hahh!~... Give me more," you begged shamelessly, your voice thick and unraveled. You shifted your positioning, sliding your legs down to wrap them tightly around his thick thighs instead. You began to frantically grind right against the hard solid muscle of his thigh through his sweatpants. The friction was too much, a heavy desperate wave of pleasure started pooling in your lower stomach, bringing you dangerously close to a sudden dry humping climax.
You were right on the edge, the coil in your lower stomach tightening into that helpless pre orgasmic peak right on the verge of snapping, then, Sam suddenly pulled back completely.
It hit like ice water. You were left entirely stranded on the absolute precipice of a shattering climax, your core twitching emptily against nothing but cold air. The sudden brutal denial left you feeling physically sick with need, your nerve endings screaming for the heat that was just ripped away.
He sat straight up, his chest heaving, a wicked triumphant smirk breaking across his flushed face.
"You asshole! You absolute dick!" You gasped out, completely losing your mind from the sheer frustration. You helplessly thrashed your legs against him, your heels landing weak exhausted blows against whatever you could reach.
Sam just let out a chuckle, grabbing your ankles in a grip of iron. He yanked your legs apart, forcing your thighs wide open on the mattress, pinning you into a completely vulnerable exposed position. He began to kiss his way up your bare thighs, his lips agonizingly slow and warm. He moved higher and higher until he reached the edge of your shorts.
He pressed his mouth right against the soaking wet cotton of your shorts, purposefully kissing down hard right over the throbbing swollen peak of your clit.
You let out a loud whine, your hands fisting the duvet as the damp friction drove you insane, but he pulled away again, trailing his hot lips right up your bare midriff, kissing the soft skin of your stomach until you were trembling, before he suddenly dropped back down to face the final barrier.
Sam was handling you like a man possessed now, his hands hooking firmly into the waistband of your shorts. He slid the fabric down your legs slowly as his eyes locked entirely onto your face.
Once you were completely bare on the sheets, he began kissing your inner thighs again, his teeth biting gently into the sensitive skin as he moved higher and higher toward your soaking wet cunt, torturing you until he finally reached exactly where you wanted him the most.
The second his tongue locked onto your swollen clit, all your control completely shattered. You let out a loud raw, completely pornographic scream that echoed loudly over the roar of the apocalyptic rain lashing against the window.
He used his fingers to ruthlessly stretch your slick soaked folds wide open, pinning you exposed beneath him before he dived deep into your wet entrance. His tongue moved with a heavy relentless starving pace, lapping upward in long firm strokes that started deep within your entrance and dragged all the way up to flatten against your pulsing clit.
"You taste so fuckin good baby... so fuckin intoxicating," he growled, his hot breath sending unbearable electric shivers straight down your spine. "You like that yeah? You love it baby?"
"Yes!... Sam… I'm gonna cum," you sobbed out, your hands flying down to bury your fingers deep into his blonde hair, alternatively trying to pull him closer and push him away as the pleasure became too intense to survive. "Please… I can't take it… just let me cum!"
"So needy… so good for me baby," he muttered against your flesh, utterly unhinged as he ruthlessly escalated the friction.
Without a shred of gentleness, he drove two long fingers deep inside your soaking tight entrance, pumping them in a hard upward angle that hooked against your sweetest spot. At the exact same time, his tongue completely wrecked your clit, swirling in rapid perfect circles that drove you completely over the absolute edge.
Your hips violently lifted entirely off the mattress, arching toward his face in a desperate involuntary bid for release. Your inner walls clamped down in a tight grip, milking his buried fingers as a fractured breathless sob escaped your throat.
You screamed his name into the empty room, shattering into a hard, loud and soaking orgasm right against his mouth. The world completely whiteouts as your body violently quaked, and Sam didn't slow down for even a fraction of a second. He relentlessly devoured your climax, swallowing your wetness and using his tongue to catch every single desperate pulse of your release.
You were completely consumed by the heat radiating off him, the friction was so harsh, so blindingly intense that your skin is burning, but you don't care.
You want more, you need more.
You reached down, your fingers fisting desperately into his damp blond hair, pushing his head down harder against your soaking wetness.
"M-more… Sam p-please... more," you sobbed out, your voice totally broken and trembling from the aftershocks. Your hips twitched helplessly under his face as your body continued to quake. "Don't you dare... stop! Fuck... please... give me more... I n-need it Sammy... p-please.”
Sam let out a low muffled grunt against your skin, his hands gripping the undersides of your thighs to hold you still. He was entirely intoxicated by your desperation, his own chest heaving as he took in the sight of you unraveling beneath him.
He didn't back off for a second, he drove his fingers back inside your slick tight cunt, pumping them in a heavy ruthless rhythm that makes a loud wet slapping sound fill the room. His tongue went entirely feral on your clit, lapping at you in wide, heavy and wet strokes that completely saturated his jaw and chin with your liquid.
"Look at you," he growled out, his fingers stretching your entrance open as he struck your sweet spot again and again. "You're a dirty pathetic thing aren't you baby? You can’t get enough of my tongue yeah? Just a desperate little slut begging me to keep eating your cunt while you lay here shaking."
"Yes… ah!~... Yes Sam… please… harder!"
Every filthy word he threw at you made you cry out louder. You tilted your head back into the pillow, screaming into the empty room, your voice echoing over the lashing rain outside.
"Scream for me louder," he commanded roughly, his fingers curling inside you to hook against your g spot, making your inner walls violently twitch around his hand. "You love being ruined like this don't you? Tell me how good my tongue feels baby. Tell me."
"It's… s-so good… AHH!~... fuck Sammy… you're… r-ruining me," you wailed out, your hands leaving his hair to grip the bedsheets until your knuckles turned stark white.
You were completely drunk on the way he was moving, your hips blindly bucked up against his mouth as his fingers stretched your wet entrance wide. The friction built a second, even more violent wave of heat in your lower stomach, the pressure coiling so tight it made you gasp for air.
"Sam! I'm gonna… I'm cumming again!... AH-AHH!~... SAM!" You screamed out, your voice pitching high and frantic as you tried to escape the intensity, but his hands held your thighs in a grip of iron.
"Cum for me baby," he growled out, his tongue striking your clit in a fast punishing rhythm. "Take it all. Soak my fucking face."
Before you could even catch your breath, the climax hit, violently shattering whatever control you had left. You let out a loud wrecked scream as your walls violently clamped down around his fingers, your entire body stiffening as you shattered for the second time right against his face.
Sam didn't slow down, he rode out the entire climax with his mouth, swallowing your screams and pressing his tongue hard against your pulsing clit, driving the pleasure out until you finally collapsed back onto the bed.
He slowly pulled his glistening fingers out of your twitching cunt, the wet squelch echoing in the quiet room. He sat up slightly, his face completely flushed, eyes black and his lips shining with your moisture. Slowly, he slid his fingers right into his own mouth, licking them completely clean. His eyes never broke contact with yours as he sucked them dry and swallowed you down.
"So fuckin sweet," he rasped, his voice totally ruined and gravelly. "You taste incredible."
He dropped his head back down between your trembling thighs to clean you up, refusing to let a single drop go to waste. He swiped his tongue in heavy damp circles over your inner thighs and your outer folds, licking up every stray trail of moisture while you whimpered, still oversensitized from the back to back orgasms.
Finally, he pressed his mouth flat against your entrance and forcefully pushed his tongue straight inside your soft stretched cunt, making sure he got every single drop of your fluid until you were left completely empty, breathless and entirely undone beneath him.
Sam slowly crawled back up the mattress, his heavy frame hovering over yours as he left a trail of hot wet kisses against whatever skin his mouth could find. He kissed the soft slope of your stomach, the sensitive skin of your ribs and the center of your chest, making you shiver and twitch beneath him. By the time he reached your chin, you were panting, your hands reaching up to grip his shoulders.
He pinned your wrists beside your head and locked his mouth over yours. The second his tongue slid into your mouth, a breathless gasp broke from your throat. He was forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue, the sharp sweet flavor of your own moisture filling your senses.
It was intoxicating, a filthy reminder of exactly what he had just done to you. He sucked on your tongue, deepening the kiss until your heads rolled back against the pillows, the wet slaps of your lips echoing over the thunder.
Finally, Sam broke the kiss by just a fraction of an inch, his forehead resting against yours as his chest heaved violently. His eyes were completely blown out, staring into yours with unadulterated desperation.
"I can't... fuck! I can't take it anymore," he gasped out, his voice a broken rasp. "I wanna be inside right now! It's so painful. Help me? Please?"
A wicked triumphant thrill shot through your veins. You gave him a slow hooded look, nodding as you slickly slid out from under him.
Sam was shaking so violently from the built up tension that his hands fumbled pathetically against the drawstring you had tied earlier. He groaned in frustration, finally hooking his fingers into the waistband of his grey sweatpants and shoving them down his legs, kicking them off his ankles.
He lay flat on his back, and your breath instantly caught. His hard cock stood completely straight, pulsing heavily and already glistening with precum. His abdominal muscles flexed tight as he watched you step over him.
You didn't hurry, you straddled his hips, hovering right over his heat, letting the tip of his pulsing cock brush against your soaking wet folds.
"You like looking at me from down there Sammy?" You taunted softly, leaning forward so your bare breasts dangled just out of reach of his mouth.
"Yes! Fuck… look at you," Sam groaned, his hands instantly shooting up to cup your breasts, his thumbs roughly flicking your hardened nipples. "You look like a goddess. Don't make me wait doll… please… put it inside like a good girl."
You slowly lowered yourself down, the sensation was immediate and overwhelming as you took every single agonizing inch of him, your tight cunt stretching wide to accommodate his thick burning length. A loud high moan tore from your lips as you sank all the way down until your pelvis slammed against his hips, completely burying his cock inside you.
Sam’s eyes were completely blown out, his jaw locked in pure ecstasy as his hands gripped your waist, anchoring you down.
"Fuck, you're so tight... you're clamping down on my dick so hard baby," he panted out, his hips giving a small desperate twitch upward. "Ride me doll… show me how much you wanted this… please show me."
You controlled the depth, deliberately tilting your pelvis forward to roll your hips in deep slow agonizing circles. Every time you moved, his hard cock rubbed perfectly against your oversensitized clit, making your vision go blurry. You leaned down, crashing your lips back onto his, refusing to let him breathe. Your tongues tangled in a sloppy wet rhythm while your hips kept grinding down on him.
When your lips finally parted for air, Sam didn't let you get away. He instantly buried his face into your neck, his teeth biting firmly into the soft skin of your shoulder.
You picked up the pace, shifting from slow rolls to hard relentless vertical bounces. The wet slapping sound of your skin hitting his hips filled the room, competing with the howling wind outside. You lifted yourself up high, almost pulling completely off his cock, before slamming yourself back down, taking all of him over and over again.
"Sam… hahh!~... It's too much!" You screamed out, your voice cracking as the friction built into a blinding suffocating peak.
Sam’s hands flew from your waist back to your breasts, squeezing them roughly, his thumbs rubbing your nipples as he pulled his head back to look at you, his face completely flushed. "Don't stop! Look at me while you take it doll... come on! Cum for me baby!"
Your body bucked as the climax tore through you like a live wire, leaving every nerve ending fried and shivering. Your inner walls clamped down around his throbbing cock in tight violent spasms as you groaned his name out loud, your head throwing back as your body violently trembled.
But Sam gave you absolutely no time to recover, his primal unhinged need had completely taken over. Before you could even draw a full breath, his hands gripped your waist with bruising force. He shifted you effortlessly, rolling you over and hauling you up onto your hands and knees in one swift dominant motion.
In less than a second, he fisted the hem of his old band shirt and ripped it over his head, discarding it onto the floor, dropping his frame down flush against your back.
He pinned you down, chest to spine, crushing you beneath his scorching weight. His large hands instantly locked with yours, intertwining his long fingers between your own and slamming your hands flat against the mattress, trapping you completely.
"Sam… nghh!~... Wait!... I'm…" Your voice broke, completely muffled by the sheets.
He didn't wait, he aligned his throbbing dick and drove straight into your cunt from behind, buried completely to the hilt in one hard deep merciless thrust.
"SAM AHHH!~..." You shrieked into the pillow, your back arching violently as your oversensitized entrance stretched around his full width. The sheer depth of it made your vision instantly blur.
Sam let out a low guttural groan right into the crook of your neck, his lips wet and feral as he began biting and kissing your shoulder blade and neck, leaving fresh dark marks. The pacing he set was immediately brutal, fast and entirely unhinged.
"You're a little slut you know that?" He panted heavily into your ear, his voice a gravelly rasp that sent a violent shiver down your spine. He pulled his cock back out nearly all the way before driving back into your wet cunt, the heavy slap of his hips against your backside echoing over the thunder. "You want it harder yeah? Look how open you are for my dick... take all of it doll."
"Sammy… please… it's too… ah-ahh!~..." You whimpered, your broken words entirely cut off by your loud high pitched moans. You tried to push back against him, but he was an immovable wall of muscle pinning you to the bed.
He let out a dark proud chuckle against your skin, entirely satisfied by your total breakdown. He tightened his grip on your intertwined fingers, pinning your hands even harder into the sheets as he delivered the final brutal stretch of deep punishing thrusts.
"Yeah? You're so beautiful like this, you know that?" Sam growled out, his voice a rough, thick string of heavy praise that scraped against your ear. His hips didn't slow down for a fraction of a second, hammering a relentless brutal rhythm, hitting your sweet spot with terrifying accuracy. "Tell me you're my desperate little slut... say it baby."
"I am… ngh!~... I'm yours Sammy… fuck… harder! Please!" You wail, completely unraveled, your face buried in the sweat soaked sheets as you whimpered and gasped for air.
"That's it doll… squeeze me… squeeze me hard," he gasped, his breathing turning entirely frantic, his chest violently thudding against your spine. "I'm close! Fuck… I'm gonna fill you up so good baby!"
Within seconds, the brutal pacing reached its breaking point. Sam let out a loud groan that tore from his throat, his hips slamming into you one last time as he locked his cock deep inside you. He came hard, his erect dick pulsing violently as he released a thick blistering torrent of cum deep within you.
The sudden intense shock of his climax was too much for your overstimulated body to handle, triggering a massive orgasm without you even having to move. Your inner walls clamped down in violent helpless spasms around his pulsing length, ruthlessly milking every single drop of his release as your vision went completely white.
Both of you cried out together into the darkness, your voices mingling with the howling storm outside as Sam shudders violently against your back, his heavy frame collapsing completely onto you, holding you trapped and soaking in the aftermath of the shared climax.
The thick suffocating heat in the room settled like a physical weight as Sam slowly began to slide his thick length out of you. He was panting hard, his chest heaving against your back, his muscles slick with sweat.
But the sudden sensation of him emptying your cunt left a desperate agonizing void. You weren't done, the unhinged friction had completely broken your mind, leaving you entirely addicted to his weight.
You violently twisted your head around into the pillow fisting the sweat soaked bedsheets until your knuckles turned white, a broken needy whimper tearing from your throat. "No... ah!~... no… don't pull out Sammy... I need more… please..."
Sam froze, his eyes locked onto you as a dangerous predatory smirk pulled at his lips. Instead of pulling away, he hooked his hands under your waist, effortlessly turning your trembling body around on the mattress until you were lying flat on your back, staring right up into his feral gaze.
Before you could even gasp, he locked his mouth over yours, devouring your lips with a fierce rough hunger. He slammed his hips forward, burying his thick cock all the way to the hilt back inside your sensitive entrance, moving inside you again with a brutal unrelenting depth that made your whole body shake.
You tried to scream from the sheer blinding intensity of his dick bottoming out inside you, but your frantic cries were muffled directly into his mouth as he completely refused to break the kiss. He swallowed your high needy sobs, his tongue deep in your throat while his groin hammered a relentless rhythm into yours.
When he finally ripped his mouth away to draw a ragged breath, a string of saliva stretched between your lips. He didn't give you a single second to recover, he grabbed both of your wrists in a single grip, pinning your arms high above your head against the mattress, rendering you completely helpless beneath his heavy frame.
"Look at you," he whispered, his voice a gravelly, demeaning rasp that vibrated right down to your core as he drove his hips down harder. "You are such a pathetic little bitch aren't you? My cum is dripping out of you and you're still whimpering for more?"
"Yes… hnnn~... Sammy… yes!... I'm your... oh fuck… ah!~... your slut… please..." you wailed out, your broken sentence completely fractured by heavy loud moans.
"You're just a pathetic thing," Sam groaned, his thrusts becoming completely wild, the wet messy slaps of your bodies filling the room. He buried his cock so deeply, bottoming out with such violence that a visible tight little bulge pushed out against the soft skin of your lower stomach with every single strike.
Sam released your wrists, took your trembling hand and forcefully pushed your palm flat down against your own lower stomach, forcing you to feel the hard blunt shape of his cockhead stretching you out from the inside.
"Look what I'm doing to you whore," he degraded you heavily, his hips delivering a brutal fast sequence of strokes that made your hand move over the shifting bulge. "Feel how deep my dick is? Feel how hard you're stretching around me? You're completely ruined for anyone else baby… tell me… tell me whose cock is stretching your little stomach right now?"
"Yours… ah-ah-ahh!... it's yours Sammy!.. fuck!... it's... mhm!... s’good," you screamed out, your head thrashing wildly against the sheets, your vision going entirely white from the overwhelming pleasure crashing over your cunt.
Sam’s breathing turned into a series of harsh ragged gasps, his jaw locked in pure agony as his hips hammered into you with everything he had left. "Good fuckin girl… I'm gonna cum… fuck baby!... I'm cumming again!... FUCK!"
The way Sam was moving so fast and driving so incredibly hard was too much to survive, the punishing speed of his thrusts completely broke your body, forcing you straight into a shattering climax. Your inner walls clamped down tight around his throbbing cock in violent suffocating spasms, ruthlessly tightening on him and milking his length dry.
Sam let out a loud screaming growl that ripped from his chest, he slammed his pelvis flat against yours, locking his hips deep as he unloaded a second massive load of seed deep inside you. He didn't stop moving, even as he orgasmed he kept grinding his hips in heavy desperate circles, dragging your climax out, forcing his length deep to make sure he fucked every single drop into you as deeply as physically possible.
Sam instantly crashed his mouth back down onto yours in a messy, wet and sloppy kiss, your tongues tangling desperately while you both sobbed and gasped for air into each other’s mouths. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he fisted his hands into your hair, pulling each other closer, tighter, trying to fuse your bodies together as the storm howled outside, leaving you both completely spent, sticky and drowning in each other's heat.
You were completely tangled in the messy wet sheets, your bare skin sticking to his as both of your chests rose and fell in a heavy rhythm. The absolute exhaustion hit you like a wave, leaving your limbs feeling like lead, but a profound warmth had settled deep in your core.
Sam slowly shifted, his arms wrapping securely around your waist as he pulled you flush against his bare chest. He tucked you securely beneath his chin, molding your smaller frame into his heat. He leaned down, his lips pressing a soft lingering kiss right into the crown of your head, his chest vibrating against yours as he let out a long shuddering exhale.
For a long time, the only sound in the room was the howling wind and your matching slow breathing. Then, Sam let out a low breathless chuckle, his voice completely raw and raspy from all the groaning.
"So..." he murmured, his thumb lazily tracing a slow soothing circle against the bare skin of your hip. "Who won the game?"
You let out a soft tired giggle, completely spent and entirely unraveled, but your playful spirit was far from broken. You lazily lifted your arm and swatted his shoulder with a weak hand.
"Your mom," you whispered into the dark room.
Sam burst out laughing, a loud genuine sound that brought the sweet boyish skater boy right back into the room, obliterating the unhinged dominance from moments ago. He squeezed your waist tightly, burying his face in your neck as his shoulders shook with amusement.
"Yeah alright," he murmured softly, his voice full of pure affection as he leaned down, pressing a soft, incredibly sweet kiss to your lips, completely devoid of the previous roughness, just warm and deeply content. "Whatever you say gorgeous."