Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 10

Its the afternoon after homecoming, im sitting at home watching tv with my brother in the living room. My parents went to the grocery store and wont be home until later.
  
We are watching The Kardashians, something my brother picked out, not me, when i get a text from Sami.

Sami: hey wat r u doin?
  
Me: watching the kardashians why?
  
Sami: u reely like tht bullsht?
  
Me: no Ryan picked it out
  
Sami: can u com ovr?
  
Me: and do what exactly?
  
Sami: i was goin 2 mak mom brownys.
  
Sami: i kinda need hlp
  
Me: oh really? you dont know how to make brownies?
  
Sami: no last tim i tryd thy wer roc hard
  
Me: when do you want me?
  
Sami: now
  
Me: is your mom home?
  
Sami: no. She wont be all night ;)
  
Me: ill be over in 15

I get up off the couch and stretch.
  
"Where are you going?" Ryan asks me, hes looking up at me from his spot on the couch.
  
"Sam wants me to help him make brownies for his mom."
  
Ryan rolls his eyes "Uh huh. Sure he does."
  
"Whatever," i say and smack him lightly on the head. He kicks the inner part of my knee making my leg buckle and ending with me nearly falling face first onto the living room floor. Ryan is having a laughing fit on the couch, and i pounce on top of him, straddling his waist to keep him still. His arms are trapped to his side by my legs so they're pretty much useless.
  
I dig my finger into his rib cage, tickling him until tears are streaming from his eyes.
  
I finally get off of him and sprint to my room before he can grab me and get revenge.
 
I show up at Sams house ten minutes later. He opens the door wearing only sweatpants, a blue and white Kansas City Royals baseball cap, and black thick-rimmed glasses. Hmm i didnt know he wore glasses. I kind of like it. Cooper sneaks past Sam and greets me with his slobbery tongue.
  
"I didnt know you wore glasses."
  
"I do at home because i cant see worth shit."
  
"You should wear them more often. They're cute," I grin at him, "Where is your mom at?"
  
"A business trip. She left this morning."
  
"Where'd she go?"
  
He stops to think a moment, "Miami or New York. I cant remember."
  
"Why didnt you go with her?"
  
"She didnt want me to go with her because id be a distraction and she didnt want me running around Miami getting into trouble."
  
"Instead she wants you to stay home and get into trouble here?"
  
"Pretty much. But I dont see why she thinks ill get in trouble."
  
"Oh really, i have a few ideas," i choke back a giggle.
  
"Like what?" he narrows his eyes at me.
  
"Oh i dont know. You and Jackson are always getting into trouble when you two are together. And you drink at those parties you love so much, what if you try getting into your truck and drive home while your drunk?I can imagine a thousand things you could do in the streets of Miami, to be honest Sami."
  
He looks at me, totally dumbfounded. "I would never drive while ive been drinking." He lowers his head, like ive just scolded him, "But i guess your right."
  
"I know that im right."
 
Sam continuously must ask me what the next direction is on the brownie box because of his dyslexia.
  
Hes measuring out a half cup of flour, and accidently pours some on the floor. Cooper, who is laying underneath the table, perks his ears up. Sam bends down and scoops most of it up in his hands before Cooper can get to it, and when he goes to dump it back into the bag i stop him.
  
"What are you doing?" i ask him like hes stupid.
  
He just looks back at me, "Putting the flour back in the bag."
  
"But it was on the floor."
  
"Yeah, but the floor is clean. My mom literally just swept it before she left this morning."
  
"So, its still a floor."
  
"Yeah, a floor that was just cleaned," he says then drops the handful of flour from the floor back into the bag.
  
"Thats disgusting Sami. Remind me never to eat anything that you bake."
  
"Fine, but your missing out on some pretty awsome brownies. My grandma loves the ones i bake for her."
  
"Yeah, but i bet your grandmas' never seen what i just saw."
  
Sam finishes mixing up the brownie ingredients and he has me put it into the oven. We set the timer for 35 minutes.
  
"So," Sam says, "What do you want to do while we wait?" hes sitting up on the counter, his legs spread wide. He pulls me so we are face to face, only im about a head shorter than him since hes on the counter.
  
"I dont know," i say smiling up at him. "Its your house, you tell me."
  
He stares at me, then pulls my lips to his. He slides his tongue inside my mouth, swirling it around and around.
  
"Actually, i have a few things in mind," Sam says without taking his mouth off mine.
  
"Im going to guess that its not PG-13." I say.
  
He pulls away and smirks at me.
  
 
We end up in Sams bedroom on the floor and… playing Mario Kart on his X-box.
  
I am totally crushing him at this game. My character is in the lead while Sams is atleast one full lap behind me.
  
"Come on," Sam says as he notices me getting further and further ahead of him.
  
Princess Peach crosses the finish line first. "Fuck!" Sam shouts at the top of his lungs and throws his controller across the room, it hits the wall with a loud thud. "I think that controller is defective," he looks at me apologetically. Cooper gets up to sniff the controller, he must think its food or something.
  
"Well it is now," i say, sarcastically and Sam just glares at me.
  
Suddenly an ovens beep sounds, and Sam and i both stand up. Cooper follows Sam and i downstairs, its like he is glued to Sams side, i sit back and watch as Sam grabs the hot pan out of the oven with his bare hands. How stupid can this kid be? He drops the pan onto the top of the stove, "Shit!"
  
"Did you burn your hand?" i ask even though i already know the answer to my own question.
  
Sam nods his head as he sucks on his fingers.
  
"Thats what happens when you touch a hot pan without protection."
  
"Shut up," he smirks at me. Then he grabs me by my hips and pulls me up against him so that we're pelvis to pelvis. He parts my lips with his tongue. And boy does he know how to turn a girl on.
  
He hops down from the counter without breaking his lips from mine. Cooper is right at our feet. Sam almost trips over him as he pushes me until my back is against the fridge. I moan into his mouth as i savor the feel of his lips on mine. His hands trail down to my ass and he swiftly lifts me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist and curl my arms around his neck.
  
"Do you want to go to my bedroom?" Sam mumbles, his mouth is still on me.
  
"Yes…please."
  
Sam holds onto me, pressing my body against his. We dont break our kiss as Sam blindly takes me out of the kitchen, up the stairs, to his bedroom, of coarse with Cooper right on our heels.
  
He kicks the door open and lays me gently down onto his bed. Hes hovering above me, panting heavily.
  
He moves to take my shirt off. I sit up and press my lips to his. We break apart only to slip my shirt off over my head.
  
Sam reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. He tosses it behind him onto the ground along with my shirt.
  
He then lowers his hand to the button on my jeans. I lay back down so he can pull my jeans down my thighs to my ankles. I kick them off onto the floor.
   
Sam stands at the foot of his bed and unties the drawstring of his sweatpants. He drops them to the floor, boxers and all.
  
I gasp, taking in all of his naked glory. Hes beautiful. He reaches inside his nightstand drawer and pulls out a foil packet.
  
He slides the condom over his impressive length, then climbs on top of me, and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, and slides them down until they are around my ankles. He kisses me once more, his face serious, before he gently slides his erection into me.
  
I gasp when i feel him inside me. He glides in and out. We are both panting. His hair is pinned to his forehead with sweat.
  
I moan in pleasure as i feel myself drifting toward my climax before coming all around him.