by Arizona Tape
Sam pouted. "Just wanted to check up and see if you were okay."
"And that couldn't wait until I was out of the bathroom?"
He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Now what would be the fun in that?"
Mary pulled up an eyebrow. "What do you want?"
Sam chuckled huskily, drawing her attention to his sharp jaw. "I think the question is more: what do you want?"
Immediately, the coals in her stomach flamed up again. Embarrassed, she averted her eyes. "I don't know what you mean," she denied, trying to silence the greedy monster that usually laid dormant in her stomach.
"You sure?" Sam teased, pushing her chin up so she had no choice but to look in his eyes.
A shiver ran down her spine. Damn, he was beautiful. "I'm very sure," she whispered, her voice shakier than ever.
Without waiting for her permission, Sam crashed his mouth on hers, stealing her words from her lips. Breathlessly, Mary parted her lips, hoping to draw in more air. Instead, she drew in more of Sam. There was only a vague hint of anise left on his tongue. Mostly, he tasted sweet and dark. Like Pinewood, or maybe cedar.
"Wait," she protested, the image of Louis flashing through her mind as she replayed their kiss in her mind.
"I'm on a date with Louis," she reminded Sam, shocked he'd shamelessly make a move on his friend's date.
Sam chuckled darkly, running his thumb over her bottom lip. "Don't worry about it, Louis and I always share."
Doubt flashed through Mary's mind. Could that be true? Then what was all the testosterone about before?
"I'm not sure-" she started, but Sam cut her off with another possessive kiss. His tongue flicked against her lips, and involuntarily, she parted her mouth for him. Not wasting a second, Sam drew Mary in, his tongue wrapping around hers eagerly.
"Sam..." Mary tried again, pushing him softly away. Damn, that was one hard chest.
"I promise you, Louis and I are okay with sharing," he assured her, grazing his teeth over her cheek down to her nape.
"You sure that's—OH!" Mary gasped as Sam sucked on her soft spot, his tongue playfully darting over her skin. How did he know she was so sensitive in her neck? A lucky guess?
"I'm sure," he growled against her skin, digging his fingers in her hips as he pulled her against him.
Mary stifled a whimper as he pressed his bulge against her. Even without looking or touching it, she knew he was big. And hard. Very hard.
“I only need to hear one word to rock your world,” he murmured, nipping at her neck.
Clouds of lust crowded Mary’s mind, but through the midst of the haze, she managed to breath out a single word. “Yes.”
"Turn around," Sam growled in her ear, nipping her neck again.
Electricity sizzled through her veins as he ground himself against her, eagerly. Desperately. Ever since they met, she'd been running through his head. He wanted her. He needed her. And he couldn't wait.
With one tug, he yanked her flimsy shorts down. His other hand snuck under the hem of her green shirt, over her smooth stomach. She sighed under his touch, arching her back to give him easier access. She could already feel the signature tingle between her legs, the one that would ensure a smooth entry for whatever hardness was waiting for her.
Without any hesitance, he pushed her bra out of the way so he could cup her breast. Mary gasped as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, only softly tugging.
"Shhh, be quiet," Sam hissed in her ear as he pinched her hardened nipple, eliciting another moan from her lips. Wantonly, she ground her ass against his bulge, hoping to make it clear how much she wanted him.
Without another thought, he slipped his hand between her legs. His fingers tickled her thighs as he nudged her.
"Spread your legs for me," he ordered, his cock straining hard against his jeans. He was glad he guessed right. Mary seemed like a tough cookie, but underneath the harshness, there was a submissive girl waiting for him to take charge. If only he could explain how it worked to Louis, but his friend didn't seem to get it.
Mary whimpered, clamping her legs tight around his hand. "Maybe..."
Sam tweaked her nipple harshly, yanking her hard into him so she could feel how mad she was driving him. "Spread wide for me," he commanded, the heat radiating from her core clear enough how much she was really enjoying this.
Without further protest, Mary's legs relaxed. Another surge of electricity shot through her body as Sam pushed her panties to the side and slowly ran a finger through her slit. For a moment, she worried if the other people in the surrounding stalls might be able to hear what they were about to do.
Every worry was erased from her brain as Sam teased her pussy, up to the little button hidden between her folds. With a loud gasp, she pressed herself down on his hand, desperate for his touch. Ever since she broke up with Kurt, the only person touching her, had been herself. And as talented as her own fingers were, nothing beat the touch of another person. Another man.
"What do we say?" Sam grinned as he teasingly drew circles around her sensitive nub.
"Please," Mary whispered, the lump in her throat restricting her from moaning out loud like she wanted to. But she didn't want to get caught and left hanging. She'd do anything to feel him inside her. Even if that meant swallowing her moans and surrendering to his every whim.
"Please?" he grinned, his breath hot in her skin. He pinched her nipple again, pleasure shooting from her chest straight down to her core. Mary could only hope he'd do that right when she was about to unravel.
"Please, I want you inside me," she begged, grinding her hips against him. She could feel his hardness, his lust. He was so close to her, only separated by a couple of layers of fabric. But right now, it felt like it was a mountain. She wanted to reach around and draw him out herself, but she knew he wouldn't allow that. And that just made it even more exciting. Here she was in a bathroom, surrounded by people, about to be taken from behind by a guy she barely knew.
The rational part of her brain told her she was being careless, that she should get to know him first, that she was on a date with another guy. But another part, a stronger part of her was waving every rational argument away. All she knew was the burning between her legs, the knot in her stomach that desperately needed to unravel. And she needed him to do it for her.
He rolled her nipple between his fingers, before sharply tugging on it. More excitement coursed through her veins, and down between her legs. There was no way Sam could miss how turned on, how eager she was. The slickness of her pussy, the ultimate traitor.
Sam ground his bulge against her, loving how slippery she was underneath his fingers. That was certainly how he liked his girls. Nice and wet, ready for whenever he wanted them.
Knowingly, he removed his hand from her breast. Mary whimpered and Sam couldn't help the smug grin spreading on his face. She was too perfect. Just the right combination of submissive and play-reluctant.
He clamped his hand over her mouth to smother the moan he knew was coming.
Mary tried to turn her head, not sure about him silencing her. But with his thumb pressing against her nub and one of his fingers suddenly slipping inside her, she was happy he silenced her.
"Shhh," Sam whispered, feeling her buck against him. He circled his thumb over her little button, loving how her pussy spasmed around his finger every time he hit her clit. That would feel amazing around his cock and he almost couldn't wait.
"Will you be quiet?" he demanded, pulling Mary toward him so she completely pressed against his chest.
"Hmm-hmm," she moaned, nodding her head as best as she could.
"Good," he grinned, removing his hand from her mouth.
Mary had never been so happy to hear the sound of a belt buckle or from a zipper being slid down. His belt jingled as he pushed his pants and boxers out of the way. Relief flooded him as his cock sprung free from his waistband, ready for the tight pussy in front of him.
In a moment of clarity, Mary turned her hea
d. "Do you have—"
Sam waved a condom wrapper in front of her face. "Got it."
Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away from her damp core. No matter how many times he'd opened a condom, it was always a little annoying with one or two slippery fingers. And Mary certainly managed to make his finger slick.
Even his own touch around his cock made his hardened member twitch, but Sam had no moment to waste on jerking himself. He could do that every day. But taking a hottie like Mary? He only wished he could do that daily.
Urgently, he tilted her head so he could capture her lips in a desperate kiss. His tongue sought out hers and for a moment, he lost himself in the slightly spicy tang on her tongue.
"Ready?" he moaned, pulling her hips against him, his member slipping between her thighs.
"Yes," she whispered softly, almost scared at how ready she was. How much she wanted him.
"Spread," he commanded again, pushing down on the small of her back so she'd bend forwards.
Without any protest this time, Mary eagerly opened her legs for him, inviting him in.
Sam pulled her panties down, the cold air clashing her pussy making her shiver. But not for long. Impatiently, he drew the tip of his shaft through her lips. He stifled a groan and instead, dug his nails into the soft flesh of her hips.
Mary whimpered, lust clouding her mind. All the teasing was driving her crazy. Why couldn't he just take her? Why was he not giving her needy pussy what she wanted?
Him.
And then he filled her. Hard. Fast. Suddenly.
A gasp almost escaped her lips, but she bit down on the back of her hand. Fuck, he was big. And urgent.
Without any more teasing, he slammed himself into her, claiming her and everything about her. Gone was the playing and the toying. All there was left was a primal, raw urge. A need only she and her pussy could fulfil. Not even her. She didn't even exist. At this moment, only the tightness around his member mattered.
A sensation she couldn't describe bubbled up in her gut. Being desired like this, being lusted over, being used for his pleasure, that was all she wanted. It was hot, raw, and honest. There were no dirty lies, no false promises, no sweet words, no nothing. Just him. Just her. And the unmistakable heat building in her core.
Sam felt his member twitch, the all too familiar tightening over the length of his shaft. He was close and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.
Greedily, he sought out her little button and with one flick, he made her spasm around him. She was tight, needy, close. And desperate. For him to come. For him to make her come.
"I'm close," he grunted, unnecessarily. Nothing had been clearer between them than this. He ground his thumb down on her nub, electricity shooting through her core with every circle he drew. He drove himself hard into her. Once more. Once more was all he needed.
Uncontrollably, Mary shuddered against him. Every muscle in her body contracting as she twitched against him. Around him. Flooded with an immense pleasure, her mind drew a blank. For a moment, there was nothing except the unbelievable rush of ecstasy frying every rational thought in her system. She spasmed, and moaned, and whimpered, and groaned. Her stomach wrapping and unwrapping itself in every knot possible.
And then it was over. Like always, it was just over.
Disappointed it didn't last longer, Mary buckled down, glad she had the porcelain basin to hold on to. Sam withdrew and just like that, they were suddenly two people again. Two people who didn't really have anything in common anymore. Gone was the lust, the need, the desperation that tied them together.
Now, they were just two strangers together in a cramped, little stall.
Chapter 6: Twirl My Spaghetti
Mary shifted her eyes uncomfortably from Sam to Louis. Even though he had been adamant about the two of them sharing, she probably should've asked Louis about it. After all, she was on a date with him. Not Sam. But she had just been so overcome with lust, with want. And he was just far too irresistible. Still, that didn't help the guilt curling up in her stomach.
Maybe she should've invited Louis into the bathroom instead.
Ehh, what was done was done. She couldn't exactly take her quickie back. Not that she wanted to. It had been far too long and Sam had hit the right spot. Literally.
That being said, perhaps she should've declined Louis invitation to join the three of them for dinner. In his house. Where they all lived together.
Mary twirled the last of her spaghetti around her fork. Then again. The pasta was to die for. She'd brave a whole other lot of uncomfortable for this meat sauce.
"Dude, that was amazing," Louis grinned, patting his stomach. He pushed his empty plate away and Mary wondered how he managed to scarf down three heaping plates. That was certainly unexpected.
"It's my turn for the dishes, right?" Noel asked, collecting everyone's forks and spoons.
Mary gratefully handed him her empty plate. Noel hadn't said much and he seemed rather shy, but he was sweet and polite. That much was certain.
Next to her, Louis nudged Sam under the table.
"Hey man, listen... I need a condom," he whispered under his breath, hoping to whisk Mary off to a more private environment where his friends couldn't leer at her.
Sam clacked his tongue. "I'm out, sorry dude."
Louis tilted his head, studying his friend. That was unusual. Sam always carried protection in his wallet.
"You're out? How did that..." He glanced from the guilty look on his friend's face at Mary who was doing her very best not to stare at Sam. "... Happen?"
It took a moment for everything to fall in place, but when it did, anger curled around his stomach.
"You didn't," he scowled.
"Listen..."
With his whole weight behind it, Louis aimed his fist at Sam's face. With a loud smack, he made contact with his friend's eye.
"What the hell man!" Sam exclaimed, cowering in pain as he held his face.
"You asshole," Louis hissed, flexing his hand from the impact. Damn, that hurt.
"What's going on here?" Noel interfered, dropping the plates in the sink so he could keep his two mates separated.
"He got it on with my date!"
Sam winced as he shot an apologetic look at Mary.
"Wait... I thought you two were okay with sharing," she interrupted, refraining from touching Louis' arm. He already seemed livid and she didn't want to set him off.
"We are," Sam muttered, gingerly touching the rapidly swelling socket of his eye.
"Are we?" Louis retaliated, curling his hand in a fist again.
With a grunt, the tallest of the two yanked the freezer open and pressed a half-open bag of frozen carrots against his face.
"Not cool, man. I've got a job interview tomorrow," Sam moaned, the coldness of the vegetables nice against his skin.
"When did you even get it on?" Louis questioned, glaring at the two of them.
"He followed me into the bathroom... But I thought you were okay with it," Mary muttered, her cheeks burning up.
"To be fair, you two have a standing agreement," Noel carefully added, disheartened his two friends were fighting. Over a girl. Again. Last time that happened, it almost tore their group apart.
"Do we?" Louis spat out bitterly, glaring at Sam.
"I thought we did," Sam scowled back, not sure why his friend was this angered. They had always shared before, and it had never been an issue before.
"After what happened with Valerie, you're trying to claim another girl just for yourself?" Louis barked, kicking one of the chairs under the table.
"Woah, woah, what do you mean? I kicked Valerie to the curb after she pulled that stunt on you!" Sam called back, his face contorted in a painful grimace.
"Like hell you did."
Roughly, Sam smacked the bag of carrots on the counter. "I swear, dude. When I found out she pawned your computer, I broke up with her on the spot."
Louis frowned. That was not what he heard. "But she said you
visited her after..."
"Yeah, to demand the money from her. Where did you think the funds for your new computer came from?"
"Wait... So you didn't go over there to bang her?" he asked, doubt colouring his voice. The anger swirling in the pit of his stomach slowly settling down.
"Dude, of course not. She really screwed you over, I wanted nothing else to do with her," Sam defended himself, saddened that his best friend seemed to believe he'd do such a crappy thing.
"Fuck... Man, I'm sorry, I thought..."
"It's fine. It was a long time ago," he waved Louis' apology away, not wanting to dig the past back up.
"It's not. Shit. I'm sorry..."
"This is why you're being so anal?" Sam asked, nodding at Mary who looked like she wanted to sink into the ground.
"I just thought..."
"Well, you thought wrong."
An awkward silence befell the four of them. Noel quickly turned on the tap, hoping the running water would break the quiet and uncomfortable vibe holding them all.
"I..." Louis started, immediately shut up by the hurt in Sam's eyes.
"I can't believe you thought I'd screw you over like that. After all we've been through?"
Louis' head sank in shame. "I know. I'm sorry, bro."
"Did you really think I'd touch Val after what she did to you?"
"She said..."
"She said a lot of things. A lot of lies, to be more precise. I can't believe you took her word over mine."
"I know. I"m sorry."
"You better."
Louis scratched the back of his neck. "So why didn't you tell me you were going after Mary?"
Now it was Sam's turn to avert his eyes.
"Sam?"
He coughed uncomfortably. "Maybe I wanted to get a rise out of you," he quietly admitted, shame rising to in his chest.
Louis frowned. "Why?"
"Because I thought you were behaving strangely around me? I guess I wanted to see if it was true?" Sam muttered. He pointed at his black eye. "I was right though."
"I was trying not to show it."
"You were pretty passive aggressive, man," Noel quipped in from behind the sink.
