I huff, sliding the offending legs wearing the pants deeper under the covers while I fluff my pillows and flop my head back on them in annoyance.
“Yes, yes they do. Remember? I ran out of mine and Logan’s apartment as fast as I could, and I wasn’t really paying attention to the items I grabbed from my dresser. They were a gift from Logan for my birthday. They were meant to be funny,” I tell him, not finding any humor at all in them now.
Or then, really, considering our sex life was nothing to write home about or announce on a pair of pajama pants. Maybe that’s why Sam has me all hot-and-bothered and thinking so many dirty thoughts I could write ten erotic novels about just that kiss we shared downstairs. I’ve been sex-starved since the first time Logan and I did the deed and he finished long before my orgasm was even on the horizon and I faked it just so he wouldn’t feel bad. Which pretty much set the stage for every time we had sex after that. One little moan of pleasure from me and he took it as his cue that I was good to go and he could quickly finish, roll over, and go to sleep.
“You know, they wouldn’t be so funny if you let me get in that bed with you,” Sam drawls, his southern twang more pronounced I realize when he’s trying to butter me up with sexual innuendoes. “We could turn them into reality if you like, just say the word.”
The word, the word, the word!
My brain and my vagina scream in unison, but I keep my lips tightly closed. There is no way I’m having sex in my parent’s house with a guy I just met, regardless of how damn hot he is or the fact that he came home with me as a favor and has to put up with my nut job family for the next few days.
I will not have sex with Sam, I will not have sex with Sam…
My silence makes him shrug and I watch as he gets down on the floor between my bed and the wall, settling himself on top of the blanket and sliding his hands behind his head while his eyes never leave mine.
I will not have sex with Sam TONIGHT, I will not have sex with Sam TONIGHT…
“Shit, I should have turned off the light,” Sam mutters, his eyes moving to the fixture in the ceiling directly above my bed.
“Don’t worry, I got it,” I tell him, clapping my hands together twice.
The overhead light immediately distinguishes and instead of plunging us into darkness, a small tree my mother put in the corner of the room turns on at the same time, filling the space with the soft glow of multicolored twinkling lights.
“Your parents installed The Clapper in your room?” Sam asks from the floor with a laugh.
“My parents hung a bundle of pot leaves from the archway in lieu of mistletoe. You really shouldn’t be surprised by anything at this point,” I remind him.
Turning onto my side, I slide my hands under my chin and stare down at him, his eyes sparkling from the lights of the Christmas tree.
“Goodnight, Sam,” I tell him softly. “Thanks for coming home with me and putting up with my family.”
He rolls over on his side to face me as well, his hands sliding under his pillows and his cheek resting on the fluffy pile while he looks up at me.
“Thanks for inviting me, Noel. I promise I’ll do a better job of being your boyfriend tomorrow, now that the shock of your family has worn off,” he replies in a low voice.
I force my eyes closed instead of continuing to stare at his handsome features, something I know I could do all night long and something I know would eventually have me begging him to come up into this bed with me. His words about being a better boyfriend echo through my mind as I drift off to sleep, visions of just how he plans on being a better boyfriend taking over my dreams instead of dancing sugar plums.
Chapter 6
Sam
Her warm, wet lips wrap around my cock, her eyes glancing up at me through heavy lids as she takes me into her mouth. I groan heavily when her soft hands cup my balls as her mouth works its way up and down my dick like it’s her mother fucking job. I knew the moment I kissed Noel that her mouth could double as a weapon of mass destruction, and if all of the blood in my body was still in my head instead of my dick, I’d tell her that. She gently massages my balls, her tongue circling around the head of my cock, and I know I’m not going to last long, an apology on the tip of my tongue that I promise to make it up to her as soon as this orgasm gets out of my system after being pent up for eighteen months.
Sure, I had plenty of orgasms over the last year and a half, but doing them with your own hand is a hell of a lot different than having it down with a mouth as sweet as Noel’s.
“Sam.”
Her voice flutters through my conscious and I realize her mouth has moved away from my cock.
“Sam,” she says again, a little louder this time.
I try not to curse and beg for her to put her mouth back where it was, but it’s a little hard. Scratch that, it’s really fucking hard and I really fucking want to come.