by Amiee Louise
“I can feel you around my cock, angel. You’re close.”
I let go of one of her legs and reach down to find her swollen nub. I rub it in small circles, and with one sudden movement of my cock, her orgasm detonates from deep within her.
“Fuck, Sam...Oh God! I’m going to come.”
I drive my cock into her to the hilt with an expert swivel of my hips.
“I’ve got you, come for me.”
She screams out as her orgasm floods through her like a tidal wave.
“FUCK! I’M COMING! OH GOD! I’M COMING!” she cries out, and she quivers as I explode into her at the same time.
“FUCK! PEYTON! JESUS! I’M COMING!”
I tremble against her as we both ride out our orgasms. I empty my seed inside her, and her legs fall limply either side of me. I collapse on top of her, trying not to crush her.
We are both spent after our sex session. She nuzzles her face into my neck and inhales my scent, as if reminding herself of what we once had. I roll to the side and flop down next to her, pulling her closer to me. She rests her head on my chest and she starts to trace her fingers lightly over my ‘My Angel’ tattoo. She follows the lines and sighs audibly.
“Are you ok, angel?”
She nods slowly. We lie there in complete silence, and I couldn’t think of another place I’d rather be.
23
Peyton
We lie there for long minutes in silence. My head is on his chest, and I snuggle closer to him, listening to the sound of his strong heartbeat. Sam is attentive, loving and gentle. It feels almost like the past year never happened.
We order takeaway. He orders my favourite Chinese of chicken and king prawn curry, with mushrooms and egg fried rice. We eat together at the kitchen island, me in one of his t-shirts and him shirtless. He is wearing a pair of grey jogging bottoms, which hang low on his hips and reveal a perfect ‘V’ on his lower abdomen, which I find to be the most delicious part of him.
We spend the evening snuggled on Sam’s sumptuous sofa and watch a few episodes of ‘Blindspot’ on Sam’s huge T.V. It’s times like these that I have missed, it almost feels like we are just a normal couple, enjoying each other’s company. But I know that in reality, we’ll never be normal, not as long as Sam is in the public eye.
I let my thoughts drift to all the reasons why we can’t be together. Am I just using them as an excuse? Am I jeopardising my own happiness because of my insecurities and my need to protect him? Have I built a wall around my heart to keep Sam Newbolt out, to protect our son? The back and forth of my thoughts make me dizzy. He seems to sense my contemplative mood and doesn’t question it, which I am grateful for. We head to bed around midnight and make slow, sweet love in his king size bed. After we make love, I start to feel that maybe we could have a fighting chance, and with that thought at the forefront of my mind, I drift off into a blissful sleep.
I’m not sure how long I have been asleep, but I am woken by the soft, haunting melody of what sounds like a piano. I reach over; expecting to find the warmth of Sam's body next to me, but all I am greeted with is cold sheets and an empty space. Judging by the coolness of the sheets, he has been gone for a while. I look at the digital clock next to the bed and the glowing blue numbers tell me it's 2:54am. I swing my legs out of bed and shiver as my feet hit the cold floor in Sam's bedroom. I make my way over to the chest of drawers, pull open the top drawer, and take out one of Sam’s Rancid Vengeance t-shirts. I pull it over my head and I inhale deeply, it smells of him. The musky, masculine smell of Joop and pure Sam Newbolt.
I follow the sound of the piano, and I know I must be getting closer, because the sound gets louder. The melody is so haunting, it is truly heart breaking. As I get closer to finding Sam, I hear his raspy voice try out some lyrics. Every nerve in my body is locked on to him, and it seems to be attuned to him. I turn the corner into his den, and that's when I spot him. He looks delicious sitting at his black leather piano bench, shirtless and barefoot, wearing a pair of loose grey jogging bottoms. He is tinkling the piano keys with one hand and scribbling in his notebook on top of the piano lid. The moonlight casts a glow over his solitary figure, drawing my eyes to the bunch and flex of the muscles in his back and shoulders. The glow highlights the large Phoenix across his broad back.
I lean in the doorway, observing him unnoticed. He places both hands back on the piano keys, his hands dance effortlessly and rapidly across them. It creates the most heartfelt melody which reaches the depths of my soul and causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. I feel somewhat voyeuristic, as I continue to silently watch him, giving me a glimpse of the Sam Newbolt I met all those months ago. I notice a half full glass on top of the piano filled with amber liquid.
“Some nights I get so fucking wasted, I don't see you in my dreams.”
His powerful, husky voice washes over me as he slams his hands down on the piano keys.
“Fuck!” he growls out in frustration.
I chuckle softly to myself, making him aware of my presence.
“Shit, I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to wake you. I couldn't sleep.”
I move gracefully through the den and sit down on the piano bench next to him. The cool leather of the bench making me shiver as my bare bottom gets acclimatized to the temperature. He turns to look at me and the glow of the moon lights up his eyes, making the green blaze. He strokes my cheek and kisses my forehead.
“How long were you standing there?” he enquires, and I feel my face burn with embarrassment at being caught watching him.
“Long enough,” I say vaguely and bite my lip piercing suggestively.
He chuckles throatily and takes a long sip from his glass.
“I'm not angry, angel. I find it...hot that you were stood there watching. You're quite the voyeur, you little minx! I'll have to remember that.”
He winks, and we both laugh. I am reminded that the sound of Sam laughing is my favourite sound in the world. He senses a shift in the mood and turns to me.
“What are you thinking, beautiful girl? What's going on in that gorgeous mind of yours?”
I drop my gaze suddenly feeling shy.
“Angel, look at me,” he rasps and tilts my chin up so I have no choice but to look into the green pools of his eyes.
“The sound of you laughing has to be my favourite sound in the world. You sound so young and care free, it almost makes me forget what I put you through,” I say apprehensively, and I briefly close my eyes, glad of the reprieve of his intense gaze.
When I open my eyes, his gaze has softened, and a warm smile spreads across his face, bringing out those adorable dimples I love so much.
“Don’t do that, let’s not ruin it. I don’t want to talk about the past, just you and me, here and now.”
He reaches for my hand and brings it up to his lips. He kisses the back of my hand, and the stubble on his face scratches my skin, but it feels divine.
“Today reminded me of how we used to be,” I say thoughtfully, and he cocks his head to the side.
“Me too. Let me take you to work. Can pick you up afterwards and I can take you to dinner?”
I look away shyly and try to make a joke.
“Like a date, Mr. Newbolt?”
He smiles.
“Exactly like a date, angel.”
I know he’s subtly trying to get me to agree to be with him, and I casually try to distract him by getting up from the piano bench. I walk over to the opposite side and climb onto his lap so I’m straddling him.
“I want you to fuck me, Sam,” I purr, and he chuckles softly.
“You don’t play fair, Miss Harper.”
I grind my bare pussy against his crotch, and he growls.
“Fuck! You’re insatiable,” he curses.
“You’re such a tease,” he says gruffly as he gets to his feet.
He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him. He sits me on top of the piano and crashes his lips to mine. He haphazardly grasps the he
m of his t-shirt and pulls it over my head, throwing it over his shoulder.
“It’s not nice to tease.”
He pinches my oversensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I gasp, and he smiles wickedly. His large calloused hands caress my skin and roam gently over my body. Every nerve in my body is lit up and is in tune with everything that is Sam Newbolt. My blood is singing at the feel of his hands on me. He takes my face in both of his hands and presses his lips ravenously to mine. His kiss is intense, and his tongue explores mine. When he pulls away, his eyes have gone from blazing green to a dark forest like green.
“You belong to me, angel. You are mine,” he grinds out with a clenched jaw and drops his trousers unashamedly.
He steps out of them; his erection is standing loud and proud between his legs.
“I told you before, every fucking inch of you belongs to me and only me. Now lie back for me.”
I lie back on top of the piano, the coldness causing goose bumps on my skin. I feel suddenly exposed and I cup my breasts in my hands. The light from the moon highlights Sam’s profile, he is truly beautiful. All hard lines, muscles, and everything that should be illegal.
“Don’t ever hide your body away from me. You’re fucking beautiful, every inch of you is...perfect.”
He moves my hands away from my breasts, and he shakes his head.
“How did I get so lucky?”
He steps between my legs and slides me forward so my bum is hanging off the edge of the piano.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you now.”
His voice is a rough whisper, and he grasps his rigid erection in his hand. He enters me urgently, and I shriek out at the invasion. His pace is rapid and unrelenting. I whimper softly and writhe beneath him as he is pumping in and out of me in frantic strokes.
“Sam,” I cry out softly, and he places his finger against my lips.
“Shhh, quiet, angel. I’ve got you, I feel the same.”
He slows his pace, and his green eyes lock with mine.
“Look at me, don’t take those gorgeous eyes off me. I want you to feel what I feel.”
I gaze longingly at him, and I am captivated by the feelings he induces in me. The rhythm he sets is slow, measured, and sensual. He leans forward and pins my wrists above my head. I curl my one leg around his waist and he thrusts forward with an expert swivel of his narrow hips. He kisses my neck and nips my earlobe while tirelessly pumping in and out of my soaking wet pussy.
“Peyton.”
He lets out a low growl and with each languorous thrust; I feel my orgasm rising.
“You’re close, angel, I can feel you.”
Sam pants.
“So close, baby.”
With each plunge of his cock, I can feel him deep inside me, rubbing my g-spot with his piercing. An intense orgasm builds with each drive and he lets go of my wrists.
“Peyton, get those fucking beautiful eyes on me; I’m so close,” he rasps, and my eyes lock with his.
As he says those words, I feel my orgasm wash over me so powerfully that it feels like the earth has spun right off its axis and I’m free-falling. A second later, Sam finds his release, and he growls as his hot seed spurts deep inside me. As I come down from my orgasmic high, I am left breathless and spent on top of his piano. Sam pulls out of me and stands to his full six-foot four height.
“Jesus!”
He puffs out his cheeks and I chuckle softly. Sam strides forward and grasps both of my wrists. He pulls me up effortlessly and launches me over his shoulder, as if I weigh nothing. I squeal and giggle like a school girl. I love playful Sam, and it’s times like this that I can’t deny that I’m irrevocably in love with him.
The next morning, I wake in Sam’s bed, and as I roll over sleepily, I feel a delicious soreness deep inside me, reminding me of our marathon love making session yesterday. The silk of his sheets feel cool against my skin, and I almost forgot how soft and decadent they feel. I reach out and find Sam’s side of the bed empty. I sit up, and he chooses that moment to step into the bedroom with a white towel wrapped around his lean waist. His hair is still damp from the shower, and he looks glorious with beads of water running down his tattooed torso. I lick my lips as I catch sight of him, and his dazzling smile temporarily disarms me.
“Good morning, angel,” he rasps, and my eyes shamelessly roam over his almost nude body.
He cocks his pierced eyebrow and smirks.
“Don’t mind me, I’m quite happy for you to lie there and eye fuck me. As long as I can return the favour.”
He winks and sits down on the edge of the bed. I crawl closer to him, and he rips the cover away from me. I go to grab it to conceal my modesty, but he shakes his head and slaps my bum. He pulls me in for an earth-shattering kiss, and I’m left breathless when he pulls away. I will never get used to the effect he has on me. I suddenly think of Kai and how I left him waiting outside on Sam’s driveway yesterday.
“Shit, where’s Kai?”
Sam narrows his eyes.
“Should I be worried that you’re thinking of another man while you’re lying naked in my bed, angel?”
I smirk devilishly.
“No, I left him outside on your driveway. I was just concerned that he was still there.”
Sam throws his head back and laughs.
“Relax. He stayed over, had a few beers, and played Xbox with Brody. I called Cole and told him I’m driving you to work today, so he’s given him the morning off, angel. It’s fine. I’m more than capable of taking care of you.”
He kisses me on the end of my nose and starts to dry off. He’s nothing if not thoughtful. I kick my legs up behind me and rest my chin on my hands.
“I know it’s Monday morning, but all I’m craving is pancakes and sex,” I purr seductively.
He cocks his pierced eyebrow and smirks that delicious smirk of his, his dimple jumping into place.
“Demanding this morning aren’t we, angel?” he rasps playfully and traces his fingers down my cheek. “You go and shower, and I’ll go make you those pancakes, angel. Bathrooms through there, and there are fresh towels under the sink.”
He kisses me chastely on the lips, pulls on a pair of black boxer briefs and a pair of loose, ripped blue jeans, leaving the fly unzipped. He runs his fingers through his damp hair and leaves the room. There’s something about the way he moves gracefully around the bedroom, and I can’t help but watch him.
Are you completely out of your ever-loving fucking mind? This man clearly wants to be with you.
I shake away that thought as I make my way into the en-suite bathroom. It is every bit as luxurious as the other rooms in Sam’s house; it screams luxury, wealth and style. Everything in the bathroom is so Sam. The walls are made up of black rectangular tiles, the floor is white marble and it gleams as I move further into the room. One wall has a large flat screen T.V across it and there are speakers in each corner. There is a large vanity unit with a glass egg shaped sink and a large rectangular mirror above it. There are a series of cube like cupboards underneath the sink, a large egg-shaped bath and a large shower cubicle, which is so huge you could literally fit a football team in it. I step in the shower, and after a few attempts, I finally work out how to turn it on and I relish the feel of the hot water from the seven jets cascading over my body.
I take a little longer in the shower than I normally do, and by the time I am finished, I feel refreshed, relaxed, and ready to face a brand-new week at work. I step out of the bathroom, and as I rub the towel over my highly sensitive skin, every nerve in my body is on high alert. I shouldn't be here, I need to be as far away from Sam Newbolt as possible. I shouldn't be anywhere near him. My heartbeat starts to quicken, and I have this sudden urge to run. The rational part of my brain tries to convince me, that I should stay, at least give us a chance. But the other, less rational side, tells me it is all kinds of wrong for me to even be in the same room as him.
I finger comb my hair and give my hair a quick blas
t with a hairdryer that Sam left out for me. How thoughtful. I look in the mirror at my reflection. My skin is still flushed pink from the shower and my blue eyes are sparkling back at me.
Get it the fuck together, Harper.
I take a deep breath and route through Sam’s drawers for a t-shirt. I pull out a distressed grey t-shirt with the words ‘Rehab is for quitters’ in large white letters and pull it on. The cotton brushes over my skin like a gentle caress.
