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“Damn, Farmer, you look so damn good in those shorts.” Sam calls out from his place by the pool table.
Sam had been shamelessly flirting with her since she had become friends with his little group. He loved when she would get comfortable enough to bite back with a comment of her own. He really loved it when she would play with him. They both knew the other was interested, but neither made that final move.
He watched her stop in her tracks and look around to see if anyone else heard. She saw both Elliot and Leah laugh into their drinks. She ordered a drink from the bar before heading to them.
“You sure you don’t want to turn around and head back to my place?” Sam said as she walked up.
“What? Back to your room at your PARENTS house? Real steamy stuff.” Sebastian shot back while leaning on his pool cue.
“Yeah, I guess I would be making you scream.” Sam didn’t look away from the Farmer.
“Probably from how disgusting your room is.” Abigail put her arm around her shoulder and moved her through the room to join her on the couch.
“You guys aren’t good wingmen.” Sam pouted.
“You need a therapist.” Sebastian quipped.
“Or a hot woman to fall in love with.” He gives the farmer a crooked smile with a dreamy look in his eyes. She couldn’t help but snort at that comment.
“Sammy, love is NOT what you’re interested in.” She commented before sipping on her drink.
“Yeah right, with a girl like you, you’d be a maniac to not fall in love.” He gave her that golden boy smile of his.
“Dude, leave her alone.” Sebastian between Sam and her. “It’s your shot.”
“Fine.” Sam groans
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After the game of pool Sam shoves his pool cue into Abigail’s hands.
“Your turn.” He mumbled and made his way to the farmer who was at the arcade machine. “Have I told you how good you look tonight?”
“Only a few times.” she giggles.
“Well it’s true everytime.” She turns back to the game after giving him an unconvinced smirk. He cages her in with his tall frame and rests his chin on her shoulder.
“Samson, you’re distracting me.” She whispers without looking away from the game.
“That's the point, doll.”
“Hmph.” She pouts before shoving her ass back and into his groin.
“Dear Yoba. That’s not fair.” He grabs her hip, keeping her hips flushed with his. “You’re making me hard.”
“That’s the point, doll .” She turns, face now only inches from his, as he still leans over her. She places her palm on pec, then drags it down slowly, stopping between his belt and belly button and grabs a handful of his shirt. “You know-”
“Fuckin break it up!” Abigail shoves Sam back and looks at them like a disappointed mother. “If you guys are gonna fuck, then do it somewhere else. Damn.” Sam and the farmer look at each other and smile.
“Well big guy, that's my cue to leave. See you next time.” She gives Abigail a wink and saunters out of the bar without looking back.
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Sam walked in through the door ahead of Sebastian and Abigail. He made his way straight over to the kitchen where the farmer was.
“We could go to your room and skip the movie?” Sam started in immediately with his mischievous smirk.
“I’d have you whimpering like a bitch in heat, Sammy. I hate to embarrass you with our friends in earshot.” She shoved a piece of popcorn into his mouth.Abigail let out a loud laugh from the other room at the comment.
Sam recovered from the comment and swallowed the popcorn. He took the bowl from the counter and made his way to the couch next to Sebastian.
“Dude, go sit in the loveseat, I don't want you drooling all over me while you stare at the farmer. Abby, switch him.” Sam gave a playful pout before Abigail shoved him out of his spot.
“I feel attacked tonight!” He whined.
“Then stop being a creep.” Sebastian snapped.
“I’m sorry I can’t control what my heart wants.” Sam said dramatically.
“You mean your dick?” Abby shot at him.
“Same thing.” Sam stuck his tongue out at her.
“This is why we don’t leave you alone with her. Creep.” Sebastian said, matter-of-factly.
“Awwe, leave little Sammy alone!” The farmer giggled and ruffled his blonde hair. She tried to walk past him and to the empty spot on the couch. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled him onto his lap.
“I saved your seat.” He gave her that mischievous smirk again.
“I’M STARTING THE MOVIE.” Abigail yelled while Sam didn’t look away. “I swear to Yoba that I will murder you if you interrupt the movie with your flirting!” She pointed at Sam.
“I want to be able to see your hands dude.” Sebastian warned.
The farmer got comfortable by sinking into the space next to Sam and throwing her legs across his lap. He visibly relaxed when she rested her head on his shoulder. He threw an arm over the headrest, above her head.
The movie played and the farmer had grabbed a blanket to cover her and Sam up with. As time went on, she couldn’t help but be aware of every part of her body that touched his. He was so warm and his muscles felt hard under her legs. She allowed her hand to drop from its place on her knee to his upper thigh, inches away from his zipper - hidden under the blanket. She saw him look over at her from her peripheral but refused to make any noticeable acknowledgement.
“What-”
“Shh.. Watch the movie Samson . Don’t forget what Abigail said about murdering you.” She cut him off quickly with a whisper and he responded with a knowing grin.
Her fingers inched slowly towards the button of his pants. She began toying with the metal and she felt him tense when it came undone. Both felt him starting to get hard under her fingers. She teased the stiffening length with her hand. She had to give Sam credit, his poker face was impressive, even when she pulled down his zipper and palmed him over his boxers. There was a soft hitch of his breath but beyond that, Sam did not appear to be getting his dick rubbed while his friends sat only a few feet away.
She pushed the boxers down a few inches so her hand could wrap around his exposed length. Pretending to yawn, she licked her palm and brought it back to his length. Yawning loudly to cover up his moan, Sam gripped the back of the couch with white knuckles.
Hand coming up to circle the head of his cock, precum coated her palm. He couldn’t help the slight rolling of his hips and the clenching of his jaw. From Sebastian and Abigail’s seats, there was no indication of what was happening between the two. The farmer had one hand around the bowl of popcorn and the other hiding idly under the blanket. She watched the movie with conspicuous glances every now and then. Sam was spread out, arms thrown on the head rest, legs wide open. He also appeared to be innocently watching the movie.
She worked his shaft with steady strokes. Laying her head back on his shoulder, she made sure neither Sebastian nor Abigail were looking, and began kissing on his neck. His breathing picked up a bit more and she could feel his stomach muscles flex.
“Sweetheart… I'm getting close... Gotta stop..” He leaned in and told her, lips ghosting her ear.
She responded with an acknowledging hum and then slowly pulled her hand away. Sam let out a small whine but his body began to relax slightly.
Through the rest of the movie she would occasionally graze her hand against his dick, pulling it back out, stroking it to full mast, edge him repeatedly. It was the best kind of torture. Sam couldn't help but thrust up into her hands when he was getting closer.
“Yoba, I… can't take much more.” His voice quiet and broken in her ear.
“I think you need to stay over.” She said into his neck.
“Yeah?” He pulled back to read her face.
“SHHH” Abigail scolded.
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“You sure you don't need us to walk him home?” Sebastian asked and gave Sam an accusatory look.
“Thank you, but Sam promised he was going to help me feed the chickens.” She knew neither Abby or Sebastian had any desire to be in the coops this late at night.
“Sam. Don't be gross.” Sebastian said pointedly.
“Oh I plan on being disgusting .” Sam said with a smirk. Sebastian rolled his eyes and pulled Abby by the arm towards town.
The moment he felt the two were at a sufficient distance he slammed the door closed. She turned and allowed herself to be caged in between his arms and the door.
“Samson.” She said as a challenge and an out.
“Please let me fuckin’ kiss you.” He pleaded, looking down at her with dark eyes.
Her answer was to grab his shirt and pull him down for a bruising kiss. It was full of teeth, tongue, and months worth of sexual tension.
Sam reached behind her to place his hand on her lower back, bringing her flushed with him. The raging erection was back and she could definitely feel it.
She pushed her palms flat against the muscles of his stomach and he took a step back from her. Taking a step, she pulled him along by the shirt and back to the loveseat.
“Sammy.” She pushes him onto the chair. “I'm going to suck your dick, ride you, and you're going to cum inside me. That sound good?”
“Oh my Yoba, please. Yes.” Sam nodded eagerly.
“Take your shirt off.” She was on her knees in front of him, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out for a second time that night.
She swallowed his length before his shirt hit the floor. His fingers carded through her hair and his head was thrown back. Sam was incapable of forming words when the wet heat of her mouth constricted around his shaft.
“Oh shit! Oh fuck…” Sam pants “That again.. with your tongue. Please Please… Yes. Oh my fuck.” He is babbling.
His head is thrown back when her hand raises to cup his balls.
“Fuck” He is tensing up again and his hand starts pushing and pulling at her hair. Hips move up and down in sync with her head. At this point he is fucking her face and all she can do is brace herself on his thighs and loosen her jaw as he chances his pleasure.
“So close.” He tells her and her lips close tightly around his shaft and moan. That does him in, he bucks his hips and whimpers pathetically, unloading into her mouth. She swallows around him and he only whines from the stimulation.
“You're amazing” Sam pants out of breath.
“Me or my mouth?” She smirks up from her place between his knees.
“I don't know. Can't think straight.” He swipes the hair that fell over his face back, chest heaving with his deep breaths.
She responds with a giggle before getting up and walking over to the kitchen. She grabs and fills a glass of water, takes a drink and brings it back to him.
“You took care of me and you bring ME the water?” He laughs but takes a big drink.
“Well you need your energy.” She says before pulling her shirt off over her head and dropping her pants to the floor.
Matching black set of panties and bra stared back at him. He leaned forward in the chair, hand reaching out to touch before stopping. He looks up at her and her down at him, brow arching in question.
“We can't go back.” Sam said seriously.
“I didn't want us there anyways.” She pulls his chin up with her thumb and finger. His face is level with her stomach. He pulls her in to him and lavished her skin with his lips and tongue.
He flings them both back into the chair, her straddling his hips while he attacks her breasts with his mouth. She reaches back to unhook her bra, dropping it down her shoulders and tossing it away. He grabs for her bare back and pulls her in. Lips sucking at her nipple and hands moving down to her butt cheeks.
He pulls and pushes her along his lap, letting the denim of his jeans give friction between her legs.
She moans loudly on top of him, arms cradling his head against her chest, fingers deep in his hair.
“How are you so hard again?” She pants.
“I'm a healthy young man with a lady on my lap.” Sam nipped at her collar bone. She maneuvers herself so she can remove her panties. While at it, he is busy kicking his pants and boxers off.
“Fuck, your so hot.” Sam looks up at her while holding his dick in position.
“I've wanted you so bad.” She whispers.
“Then ride me like you promised.” She sinks down his length and immediately clenches around him. “Oh shit!” He moans once their bodies meet.
“So big Sammy!” Her voice comes out broken.
“Please…” He begs.
Slowly she rises up on her knees. and then slides back down. Over and over again - she set the pace. Arms over his shoulders she bounces on his cock, breasts moving along with her.
He grabs for her hips, helping her movements, hoping she doesn't tire. He can't believe how otherworldly her pussy feels around him. He could get used to this.
“Wanna fuck you… bend you over. Fuck you on.. every surface.” Sam tells her and feels her tighten around him more.
She throws her head back and rolls her hips, her clit rubbing against the blonde hairs at the base of his shaft.
“Getting close.” She whines.
“Make a mess. Cum on my cock, doll.” He demands.
She strangles his length as she cums. the strength almost pushing his length out of her completely. Bordering on painful, he holds her down so she is secured on his dick. Selfishly, he isn't ready to be out of her. His thumb rubs at her clit and she squeals.
“Keep going. So good.” He rubs hards and feels her body convulse. “I want to feel it dripping.”
And he does. Her cum drenched their thighs. It is messy and the hottest thing he has ever experienced. Removing his fingers from her clit, he shoves them in her mouth, giving her little time to recover. She sucks at him greedily and moans, hands clawing at any part of him within reach.
They go feral. They're wet, messy, and desperate. She knocks his hand from her mouth and crashes her lips into his. They are all teeth, tongues, and saliva. Her hands cup is face and she starts to bounce again along his cock.
He pulls her hair, wrenching her head back. He attacks her throat, sucking and marking her for everyone to see. Again she tightens around him and he can't handle it anymore.
Picking her up, Sam tosses her onto the chair like a ragdoll. He maneuvers her so she is facing away with her ass on full display. He palms the cheeks open and hilts himself back in.
Deep groan tears from his throat and he pistons in and out of her.
SLAP
He couldn't help but to slap her ass while she bounced off his dick. She let out a whine and tightened around him again. This was something he'd store in his mind for later use.
“You said inside?” He grunts out.
“Yes! yes yes yes yes! please!” She begs.
“Oh fuck.. fuck… fuck” He whimpers through each spurt of cum that shoots from him. He rolls his hips shallowly while he rides out his orgasm.
Sam drops his head back and let's out a loud sigh before laughing.
“You were… better than every single.. fantasy of mine combined.” He grins down at her.
“Sammy, I never want your cock out of me.” She tightens around him again.
He raises a brow. “I don't know if I have that kind of energy buuuuut I think we can come to some kind of arrangement.”