I went through the rest of my day like usual. But on the inside I felt the butterflies begin to multiply as I started to think of what Sam was planning for tonight. Things so far had been fun and all, but that was it. That's as far as things would ever go between me and Sam. He was never one to ever get serious with a girl. In fact I was rather suprised that he had kept me around for this long, now that I thought about it. He was usually only doing the one night stand thing with girls. And he never repeated a girl twice.
This was a game. Strictly a game. But I would be the one to make up the rules this time around, and not him. I was sick of seeing him burn through so many girls. He seriously needed to learn to value them.
Regardless of whatever Sammy had in mind for tonight, I had to make sure I took control. Because like I said, this might be his game, but this time, there would be a new winner.
When my last class of the day was over, I quickly packed my stuff and drove home as quickly as I could. Once I made it home, I began to calm myself. I didn't need Sam to think I was actually eager to see him.
I went inside and looked around.
It was quiet.
Too quiet.
I was too lost trying to figure out where everyone was that when Gilinsky made his way down the stairs I jumped.
"Waiting on your lover boy Rachel" He joked.
"hahaha, you're killing me G. You're too funny." I said sarcastically.
"No but seriously, what did you do to him? All I know is that he was yelling to be released from the scarf you tied him up with to your bed. Oh and did I mention he was butt naked?"
"Listen G, the less you know, the better." I replied.
"Okay, just make sure not to break anything tonight." He warned.
"Wait, what do you know?" I asked. I needed to be as prepared as possible.
"Listen Rachel, the less you know, the better." He chuckled pushing past me towards the door.
"Jack Gilinsky. Tell me!"
"I can't say much! All I can say is....Good luck!" And just like that he stepped outside the door. I heard a small click and I realized he had locked the door. He actually locked me inside this house with Sammy. Oh the nerve...
I reluctantly and nervously began my way up the stairs. One stair at a time.
All the lights upstairs were off except for the one in Sammy's bedroom.
The door had been left ajar, I guess that was my invitation to come in. I dropped my backpack on the ground right next to the door along with my jacket.
I lightly pushed the door open to reveal a half naked and wet Sammy.
I guess he had just taken a shower.
And he looked so damn good with is hair looking all messed up and wet and with a towel wrapped around his waist. It laid on his hips low enough to show his sexy V-line and a trail of hair that led to....well you know.
I realized I had been staring and so therefore I quickly snapped my eyes away but not before Sammy had noticed.
He chuckled to himself and let the towel drop from around his waist and puddle up around his feet.
Now I REALLY couldn't help but stare.
"Oh please Rachel, you've obviously seen it before babe." He smiled and approached me. "Now, why don't you remind me of what those pretty little lips can do?"
He gripped my bottom lip with his fingers and pulled me foward. He captured my bottom lip with his teeth and bit down. Hard.
A moan escaped my mouth.
I realized I was losing control of the situation. I pushed him away."No, Sammy."
"I'm sorry what was that?" He asked teasingly.
"I said no. I don't want to show you what my lips can do."
"Oh come on. We both know that's not true. We both know how much you want this." I whined as he pulled me down on the bed and laid on top of me.
He was right, I did want this. Now more than ever especially since he was the one who was starting it this time.
He moved towards my lips and kissed me deep and hard. I could feel his tongue tracing patterns against mine.
"If you really do want me to stop, then just say so. I won't force you."
But instead of saying anything, I let myself go and entangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer against me. So much for taking control....
He wasted no time in removing my clothes and only leaving me in my navy blue bra.
He stood back up and looked down at me.
"Fuck, Rachel. Seriously, what are you doing to me."
The lust in his eyes made me squirm. I needed him now more than ever.
He came back over me and aligned himself with my entrance. And without hesitation he thrusted deep inside me.
And he felt so damn good inside.
He kept pounding into me mercilessly, and I was loving it. It was one thing when I was taking over, but now with him in control, it was even better. Once his thrusts were getting faster and sloppier I could tell he was close, and so was I.
I gripped his back tight and raked my nails down.
"Oh fuck Sam! Oh don't stop! Don't stop..." I exclaimed.
I could feel him twitch inside and felt his ward liquid fill me up. It was what drove me over the edge, but as I was about to cum, Sammy quickly pulled out and stood up, panting heavily.
"Oh, babe that was great. Thanks. Now why don't you go and get someone to finish you up." He stated echoing my words from before.
I was too frustrated and angry to move from my position on the bed. I simply watched him get dressed as I tried to catch my breath.
"Like I said, nobody blue-balls Sammy Wilkinson and gets away with it." He said as bent down and picked up my clothes and exited the door and then locking it from outside.
Shit. Now what was i gonna do....
