As I was about to push it open, Sam’s hand came down on mine. “Mark, before we do this, I need to know if you’re clean.”
I stopped and turned to face her. “Sam, I would never sleep with someone if I wasn’t clean. I’m tested regularly.”
There was something else that passed over her face.
She softened. “I didn’t mean that you would.”
“Sam, it’s fine. You call the shots and the speed of how this moves.”
She nodded and seemed relieved. She released a slow breath that most wouldn’t notice, and she seemed to minutely relax around me. Sam then opened the door. As she turned back, she crooked her finger at me. The no-nonsense, confident Sam returned and beckoned me farther into my room.
I normally didn’t do this with women. If a woman only wanted my dick, I walked.
But Sam was different.
Letting the moment take over, I walked toward her and put my mouth on hers. She moaned and started going for my jacket.
This is going too fast.
I tried to slow down, but she went straight for my pants next, working on the buttons. I found the zipper on her ball gown, and I was unzipping it as she was working on my shirt.
When her hands made contact with my chest, I lost it, and I had her out of her clothes in seconds.
Round two can be done more slowly.
She broke the kiss, stepped back, and let her dress drop. She was in a black lace bra, matching panties, and garters.
The words, “Fuck me,” slipped out of my mouth before I had a chance to rein them in.
She walked seductively to me. “Oh, I am about to do just that.”
My dick won, and I kissed her again as I started walking us to the bed. She wrapped her legs around me. I was about to step back and go down on her when she bit my earlobe.
“Rip off my underwear. I need to be fucked right now.”
I paused for a second too long as she grabbed my hand and put it on her heat.
She repeated, “Rip them off, Sport. I need you, hard and fast.” Sam’s tone was impatient.
Her panties were sheer, and I tore through them with no problem. She lay back on the edge of the bed, and I was about to thrust in when she stopped me.
Breathlessly, she said, “Don’t forget to use a condom.”
“Shit. I can’t believe I almost forgot.”
I went to my wallet where I always kept one. It had been a while since I had been with someone. Rolling the condom on, I walked toward the bed again. I can’t believe I almost forgot. I never forget.
She spread her legs open, and I sank into her.
She is perfect.
I started moving in and out, building her slowly, and she moaned. She seemed to be enjoying herself.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped to mine. She stiffened, and as if she was torn on what to do, she said, “Stop playing fucking patty-cake with me. Hard and fast!”
What the hell? All the women I had slept with always wanted to be primed.
Each time it had seemed like we were having a tender moment, she would stop it and switch gears on me.
What is she scared of? What caused her to react like this?
I pushed into her hard, and I received an ecstatic moan. I started doing as she’d asked. I fucked her hard and fast as I held her legs up. She was getting tighter, and I knew it was about time for her to orgasm. I increased my speed and received a satisfactory response as she clutched the sheets. I refused to go this quick. I wanted her in my room for as long as I could keep her here. I needed to make this last. She arched her back as she let the orgasm take over. Her eyes fluttered as she pinched her nipples. Holding back was the hardest fucking thing I had done in a long time.
As her orgasm began to ebb, she relaxed into the bed, and I pulled out. She looked down and noticed I was still hard as a rock. Sam’s green eyes danced with lust as she grinned. She stood up and brought her mouth to mine. I grabbed her, pulling her closer to me, and then she pulled back, exposing her neck. I kissed up it slowly, and she leaned back further, allowing me more access.
Sam then tensed slightly before saying, “I think it’s my turn to ride.”
What did I do wrong? I had been trying to appreciate her body and make love to her this time.
“You think you’ve got enough in you to handle the ride, Sport?”
She put her hands on my chest to turn me, and I complied.
Before pushing me back, Sam whispered, “I’m about to give you the ride of your life.”
I fell back as my dick jumped. She crawled over me and positioned herself right above my erection. She slid onto me and bit her lip at the sensation.
“Mark, I want you to squeeze my nipples hard as I ride you. Don’t stop until we both go.”
Hell, she is beyond direct. I liked it. I leaned up and started massaging her perky breasts. Fuck, they are amazing.
“Harder, Mark. Squeeze them harder.”
I did as she’d asked, and she rewarded me with that sexy moan of hers as she started moving up and down, increasing her pace. She was riding me fast and hard. I was sweating as I gritted my teeth, holding off on letting go. Perspiration started to coat her skin as I continued to squeeze her nipples hard. The torture continued as she rode me frantically, hard and fast.
Sam snapped her eyes to mine, and then her core squeezed my dick in a massaging motion. I lost it as I released myself into her.
It felt fucking amazing as she kept up her pace and screamed, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
She took us both over the edge before collapsing onto my chest. My hands went to her back, and I trailed my fingertips down her spine.
“Sam, that was incredible.”
She lifted her head. “You’re not too bad yourself, Sport.”
She froze and then rolled off me. We were both still breathless. I wanted to bring her to me and stroke my fingers against her soft skin again, but I knew she wouldn’t want that. There was something about the close contact that terrified her.
How the hell am I going to convince her to give us a try? We were good together, like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly.
Her eyes began to close, and I took that as a good sign.
“Night, Sport.”
“Night, Sam.”
She’ll be here in the morning, and then we can talk about seeing each other again. My eyes slowly drifted close as I thought about how this woman had come into my life and rocked my world.
I stirred and looked at the clock. It was after four in the morning. I instinctively reached for Sam and found the bed cold and abandoned. I rose and ran into the bathroom, praying she was in there. I flipped on the light, and it was just like the bed—empty. I ran my hand through my hair.
She left.
No note.
No number.
Just…gone.
This was not the last Sam Matthews is going to see of me.
Sam and Mark’s night together in North Carolina in Love Me.
This was their second time together.
It had been months since I had seen Sam. She hadn’t been to any other team events with Allison, Damien Wales’s wife.
But my luck had changed. Sam had been offered a job on the team, and she was meeting with the kicker tonight at a local hotel. From talking with Frank, I knew that their meeting would be over within the next twenty minutes. I drove over to the restaurant at the hotel. My goal was to run into Sam and hopefully rekindle what we had that night in Vegas.
I knew it had been more than a fuck that night. Since then, I had gone on a couple of dates, but my thoughts had always gone straight back to Sam. For some reason, Sam was different, and I didn’t think I could forget her even if I tried. I remembered seeing something in her eyes that had told me she wanted more.
I parked my truck and went into the hotel lobby. I headed straight for the restaurant. It was dark, and as I quickly searched it, my heart sank. Maybe I missed her? Saying a silent prayer that I hadn’t, I went to the bar and stopped i
n my tracks when I saw the black-haired, green-eyed goddess sitting on the stool.
Sam was sipping on a drink as she looked around. I walked over to the seat next to her. She was methodically looking over the area. Moving the stool out, I sat down beside her. The bartender came up to me and nodded, silently asking what I wanted.
“Bourbon.”
“Yes, Mr. Robertson.”
Living here and being the starting quarterback for Wales’s team caused a lot of people to recognize me.
Sam stiffened at the name and then turned slowly toward me. When our eyes connected, those same sparks we’d had in Vegas started to fly. I felt the connection, the heat, the want, and I knew she felt it, too. She shifted toward me, and for a moment, a look of wanting more passed across her face. Her green eyes sparkled, and she smiled at me.
Sam was more beautiful than I remembered.
“Hey there, Sport. It’s been a while.” Her voice was confident, but her right hand was tapping the counter.
It must be a nervous habit.
I shook my head with a smile playing on my lips. She seemed to be more at ease when I stayed relaxed.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t up for another round,” I teased.
Sam took a drink and winked at me. “Oh, I have another round in me. Question is, can you survive another round with me?”
That is the question of the day. The last few months, I had barely gone a day without thinking about her.
I wanted to spend more time with her. I knew she’d probably take me to her hotel room immediately. Her eyes were all excited as her tongue swiped her bottom lip a few times.
Trying to postpone us sleeping together, so I could get to know her more, I asked, “Would you like some dinner?”
Sam swallowed hard, and the same look that had passed over her face in Vegas reappeared for a split second. Then, it was gone. As if to mask her real emotions, she turned more seductive as she moved her leg closer to mine. She gave me a serious look as her hand went to the inside of my leg.
“Mark, I don’t do attachments, but I do want to have some fun, if you’re up for it.”
Fuck. I wanted her. I wanted her badly, but she wanted to sleep with me and then leave again.
I had to keep trying, keeping pushing through, but for now, I would give her what she wanted. “What floor is your room on?”
I literally wanted to kick my own ass for not pushing dinner, but I knew she would walk if I had.
She got off the stool, and I went to follow when her hands went to my shoulders.
“Stay there, Sport. I’ll be right back.”
She grabbed her clutch but left her phone on the bar as she left. I then picked up her phone and quickly sent myself a text, so I would at least have her number now. It might be a little creepy, but she was tough with those walls she had surrounding her heart. I set the phone back on the counter and waited.
A few minutes later, she waved a room key in front of my face. “Room two twelve. Let’s go.”
I handed Sam her phone, and she took it. As we walked toward the elevator, I knew I had a limited amount of time to find out more about her.
Trying to be as casual and nonchalant as possible, I said, “So, I hear you’re going to be working for the team.”
I pushed the elevator button as she responded, “Yes, Wales wants me to help with contract negotiations at this point. The job will be more defined as I get closer to graduation.”
The doors to the elevator opened and we walked in. I pushed the button for the second floor and the doors closed.
“When are you graduating?”
This damn elevator is going too fast.
The doors were already opening for the second floor. We walked out of the elevator.
Sam was in a tight red number that hugged her delicious body. My dick couldn’t wait to be buried in her, but my heart wanted more than just her body. For now, I wanted to be given the chance to get to know her. I wanted the opportunity to see if we would be as great together as I thought we would be.
“I graduate this spring, and then I’ll be moving up here.” She slipped the key card in, and the door clicked.
As I was about to speak, she leaned toward me and said, “I can’t wait for you to fuck me against the wall.”
Her voice caused my dick to press against my pants. She did things to me. She caused something to stir deep from within.
I wouldn’t make the mistake of falling asleep again tonight. I would stay up and hopefully talk her into breakfast.
We walked through the door, and Sam was on me. She wrapped her right leg around my waist. I turned, putting her against the wall. I wasn’t going to deny her. My hands went to her skirt as her lips devoured my mouth. Sam’s hands went to my pants and unzipped them, and then she rolled a condom on me before I knew it. She wanted it quick and dirty against the wall. Only lust was involved, but I wanted more.
“Against the wall, Mark. Don’t wait.”
She ground into me, and I inched up her skirt. Even though it had been months since I had slept with Sam, my body remembered how wonderful it was.
“Whatever you want, Sam, it’s yours.”
With that, I eased in, and I enjoyed the sensation of her tight heat around my dick. My mind wanted my body to slow down to enjoy this. It had been too fucking long since we had been together.
“Faster, Mark. Harder. I need this.”
That was my undoing, hearing her say that I had something she needed.
I moved into her faster. She was moaning, and her tight heat began to squeeze me. The moment I felt her orgasm, I released. It was better than I remembered, and we hadn’t even made it to the bed yet. Sam sagged against the wall as I pulled out of her. I was craving intimacy with her, but she still felt distant.
We both tried to slow our breathing down. She gave me a satisfied sexy smile and leaned her head back, exposing her skin. I kissed her neck tenderly, and she moaned. Finally, I was making some headway with her. Before I knew it, she stiffened as if realizing the same thing herself. She barely pushed against my chest, and then she pulled down her dress. She was obviously nervous now.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have kissed her like that.
I wanted to hold and savor her.
I backed away and discarded my condom in the nearby wastebasket. I zipped up my pants. Calm. Remain calm. I needed to make her feel comfortable. I took a step back and walked toward the bedroom, removing my sports jacket.
When I turned around, Sam was unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor.
“Sport, I hope you have round two in you.”
At least she isn’t leaving. It felt like a small victory.
“I’m always ready for you.”
Sam gave me a seductive grin as she started walking toward me.
She owns me—completely.
All I want is her.
It was after one in the morning. Sam lay motionless, her breathing shallow, on the other side of the bed, not touching me. I refused to fall asleep. If I stayed awake all night, maybe there would be a chance to go to breakfast together.
I slipped out of bed to use the restroom. I was quiet to ensure that I didn’t disturb my sleeping beauty. She was beautiful, and I craved an intimate connection with her.
I returned back to the bedroom to find the hall light on and Sam gone.
Double fuck.
She was gone—again.
There was still hope. Sam was moving to North Carolina.
There is only so long that woman can run and hide from me.
I had a major fucking problem to deal with. Someone was taking pictures of members at my club and then selling them online. Earlier this evening, I had been informed of the leak when Mark Robertson brought me a picture he had seen of his girlfriend, Sam, on his football teammate’s cell phone. There were supposedly other pictures of other members being sold on this exclusive site. The wide-receiver prick, Dustin Marco, was getting a piece of the profits from what Mar
k had said.
I stared at the pic of my old fuck buddy, Sam, in the cat mask, red wig, and black leather outfit Mark had given me from Dustin’s cell phone. Sam was now going to live the life of merry commitment and fucking white picket fences with Mark. I was glad she had found someone. She deserved to be happy. Mark seemed like a decent guy. When Sam and I had been together, we had both known the score—no attachments, just sex. It worked for us, and we both knew our arrangement would end one day.
My phone rang. It was my partner and best friend, Brandt.
I answered, “Did you pull the footage from last Halloween?”
“Yeah, I’ve got it all cued up, and I’m reviewing it. We’ll catch this asshole, Adam. I’ll keep you posted. All else looks good in both areas of the club.”
“Thanks. I’m going to make my rounds. Let me know when you find something.”
“Will do.”
We both hung up the phone.
Brandt and I had been friends since we were kids. After our first year in college, we’d decided college life wasn’t for us, and we’d opened up a dance club. We called it Club Envy. In the beginning, it had started as a regular dance club that had a band, bar, and a dance floor.
After a year, we were smashed after turning a decent profit for the bar and came up with the idea to expand and add an exclusive sex club in the back that would be part of Club Envy. We hadn’t given the sex club a different name since we didn’t want to draw attention to it. Those that participated in the sex-club scene knew about us, and that was all I cared about.
Walking out of my office to make my rounds while Brandt looked at the footage, I looked around. The crowd was sparse tonight, as expected, since it was the middle of the week.
I went to the bouncer, Trigger, who guarded the side entrance to the club for employees and VIPs only. The main entrance was across the club. There was more security on that side, and paperwork was needed each time you entered. Trigger was about twenty-two with brown eyes and messy blond hair. Hell, he was stacked and could throw a punch. The girls seemed to like him, and on his nights off, he took pleasure in what the club had to offer. Trigger was what we called a free lover. He wouldn’t do the exclusivity thing. He just wanted to float from girl to girl.
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