Strange Clouds -Sam Pottorff- (Help Sequel)

Finally Ready ;)

After what seemed like four extremely long centuries of driving, we finally reached the hotel.

Before Jc had even stopped the van, I jumped onto the asphalt and ran into the lobby. I saw Ricky talking to a manager and I attached him.

"Where's Sam!" I interrupted, making both Ricky and the manager jump. "Where the fuck is Sam!" I yelled after two seconds of silence.

Ricky snapped out of it. "He's in the bathroom." I ran."Kyndell! You can't- never mind." Ricky helped after me.

I almost killed myself stopping so fast when I saw the male restroom sign.

Bursting in the door I saw Sam standing at the sink, washing his hands. He looked up a second before I jumped on him.

I smashed my lips to his and felt him lift me onto the sink. The kiss was urgent and rough, which soon turned to an even rougher make out session.

I could feel his tongue trace my lips and I let him in. We battled for dominance until I gave up. My hands found their way into his hair and I pulled gently, causing a small moan to escape his lips.

"I missed you so much Sam." I said as he kissed my neck, leaving love bites.

"I missed you too." He replied before reconnecting our lips.

"Cough cough! Cough cough!" We broke apart and saw a smirking Ricky watching us. "We got rooms for a reason." He winked and I blushed like mad.

Sam laughed and lifted me up off the sink, only he didn't put me down. He carried me into the lobby and towards the elevator.

"What's going on?" I heard Jc ask Ricky.

"They are 'reuniting'" Ricky laughed.

"Really?" Jc questioned.

"You should've seen what I did dude." And the elevator door shut.

Sam carried me all the way up into our room and we picked up right where we left off, not bothering to turn on the lights.

My mind was spinning, but to my surprise, it wasn't of bad things. It was of good things, very, very good things. All I wanted was Sam.

I stood up without braking the kiss and tugged him over to one of the two huge beds, pushing him down and straddling him.

Sam took his shirt off after I had constantly tugged on it, and he broke the kiss. "Kyndell..." His eyes spoke.

"I'm sure." I told him, and watched his eyes sparkle. A sexy smirk appeared on his face.

Let's just say he didn't fiddle around after that.

A/N: ANOTHER super short update, I know, but I rewrote and rewrote this chapter. There will be more... explicit material ahead so please comment if that was too graphic or if it needed to be more graphic. Your input means everything. Love ya!