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The minty sting of toothpaste clears your brain of its drowsy morning fog. Last night was hell. Your boyfriend, Sam, insisted on staying out an extra hour to celebrate a successful gig with his band. He was so excited to have played to a packed out Stardrop that you couldn’t help but oblige. Now, you were paying the price.
Your head pounds, punishing you for what Sam swore would just be “one more beer”. After what quickly snowballed in several drinks, you finally managed to drag him back to your farm house where he promptly collapsed onto your bed.
You sigh to yourself as you wipe the toothpaste from your lips. The bags under your eyes are dark and unforgiving as you look yourself over in the mirror. The sink is cool beneath your palms as you lean against it to get a closer look.
“Mm..”
The deep grumble comes from behind you as the bathroom door creaks open. You see Sam enter, his blonde hair sticking up in every direction as he slowly lumbers passed you to the toilet, His shirt is missing now. He pulls down the jeans that his slept in
“Do you mind?” you ask, not looking away from your reflection. Sam looks up from the toilet, his eyes still squinted with sleep. He grins as you hear him take his leak.
“Good morning.” Sam’s voice is rough and deep with sleep. He rubs his face with one hand, his eyes even darker than yours and barely open. You want to hate how adorable you find him in the morning.
Though Sam still technically lives at his parents’ house, he spends most of his nights with you. He snores and drools, as well as hogs your blanket, but you never sleep as well as when he’s beside you.
“Never again,” you sigh. Sam chuckles as he pulls up his boxers.
“You say that every time.” He stretches and his joints crackle. “You can’t…” He yawns. “You can’t say no to me.”
“Shut up,” you chuckle. “I can, I just–” You falter as Sam presses his chest against your back. You feel his arms snake around your waist. His hands slip under the oversized shirt that hangs off your body. They are warm against your waist.
“You just what?” he hums against your neck. His lips are warm as he places soft kisses just below your ear. You squirm, leaning away. He grins against your neck and holds you tighter. “You just what, babe?”
“Don’t you have work today?”
“Uh uh.” His breath is hot against your neck. You feel his teeth graze your skin as he continues to kiss down to your shoulder.
“Is that a yes or a no, baby?”
“Mm.” Sam’s hands wander further up your shirt. His fingers, calloused from years of playing guitar, are gentle as they cup your breast. He gives it an appreciative caress.
You sigh softly and lean back against his chest, your head falling back onto his shoulder. Sam’s body is still warm from the bed and he smells of sleep as you press your face into the sis elf his neck.
“I know you totally hate me..” Sam teased, “but thanks for staying out with us last night.”
“You knew I had to get up early this morning.”
“Every morning is early for you.” Sam places a kiss on your cheek. “It’s more fun when you’re out with us. Saves me the trouble of missing you.”
He presses his pelvis against your hips. You feel the bulge in his boxers slot perfectly against your ass. Sam rolls his hips into your backside, moaning softly.
“You’re just making yourself hard,” you tell me.
“I was already kind of hard when I woke up.”
His finger gently pinches your nipple as it hardens under his touch.
“I totally meant to do this when we got home last night,” he says. “You looked so good.”
You think back to the previous night. The outfit you wore consisted of shorts and a tshirt. To you, it wasn't anything special. But you knew Sam saw you differently.
“I have chickens to feed, ya know?” You sigh softly, a feeble attempt to shrug him off. “Cows to milk. Crops to—”
“I’m a farmer and the animals will revolt if I’m even a minute late—”
You can’t help but laugh as Sam mocks you. He turns your chin to catch your lips in a soft kiss over your shoulder. Your eyes flutter shut and you lean into the warmth of his face.
The kiss is gentle and brief. A proper “good morning” before Sam continued his teasing.
“I liked those shorts,” he mumbled against your lips.
“Hm?”
“Last night.”
You lean away to roll your eyes. Sam chuckles against your shoulder and pats your ass.
“You know you looked good,” he teases, kissing your cheek again.
“Work, Sam,” you remind him.
“Work,” he repeats. “Work, work, work—”
You yelp and squeal with laughter as his arms tighten around you and lift your feet from the ground. Sam laughs as well as he mocks your serious tone, carrying you out of the bathroom.
“All you do is work, woman!” he exclaims, dropping you on your bed in a fit of giggles and kisses.
You pretend to struggle beneath him. Due to the nature of your work, Sam is no match for your physical strength. But you let his body settle between your legs and his fingers interlaced yours to pin your hands over your head. You smile into his kiss.
“I just want to fuck you,” he chuckles against your lips. “Is that so wrong?”
“It’s a little inconvenient, babe.”
“I’m an inconvenience? Me?” Sam looks up from your neck, offended.
“Did I say that?” You ask, grinning up at him.
“You implied it.”
Sam’s fingers tighten around yours as he presses your hands further back into the mattress. His hips rut against yours, his movements slow and cautious as his eyes watch your face.
“How does that feel?” His voice is low and gravelly as you feel his hard cock poking through his boxers. He runs it between your legs, slotting it along your clothed slit. “Inconvenient?”
“God, you’re so annoying.”
That makes Sam smile.
“You like that?” he asks, putting on a sultry voice. You throw your head back and laugh.
“Shut up!” Your attempt to confirm your annoyance in your tone fails miserably. Sam laughs against your neck.
“God, I love that laugh,” he mumbles against your kiss. He punctuates the sentence with soft kisses. “I’m sorry I’m ruining your schedule.”
“You’re not sorry.”
“I’m not.” His kisses move further down your neck. The fabric of your shirt slips up your stomach as his hands gently run across your sides. Your eyes flutter shut as you let yourself get lost in the feeling.
Sam kisses down the valley of your breasts, his warm breath and body a stark contrast to the cool sheets beneath you. He continues over your stomach and stops to wrap his arms around your middle. He presses his face against your belly and sighs.
“We can’t just stay like this all day?” he asks. Your fingers find purchase in his spiked blonde mess of hair. You gently pet him, pushing his hair back to get a full view of his desperate expression.
You feel a pang of longing at the sight of his pathetic gaze. Sam’s brow furrows, the crease between his eyes endearing. His bottom lip pokes out in a small pout that melts you. You press your thumb into it and Sam kisses the pad of your finger.
“I know Morris has been on you this month,” you say, your nails gently scratching his scalp. “If I could keep you here, I would.”
“You can,” Sam grumbles against your stomach. “Just say the word. You know I’d stay.”
You fall silent and listen to the sound of Sam’s steady breaths. His hair is soft under your hand. His cheek is hot against your stomach. You knew that if you asked, he would call Morris immediately and claim to be sick. It wouldn’t be the first time he lied to work just to spend the day home with you.
But the bottom line was that Sam needed the money. And while you hated watching the Joja Mart slowly suck the life out of him, you weren’t getting to be the reason his family couldn’t pay the bills.
Sam didn’t need a verbal reply from you. He already knew there was no chance.
Instead of continuing to pout, Sam shifts his body and kisses further down your stomach. He stops at the waistband of your panties.
“Holy shit,” he breathes. “What did you think was gonna happen last night?”
You look down and realize he’s referring to your underwear. It was a lacy, black pair that Sam saw on very few occasions. You normally opted for comfort over sex appeal but you also knew how Sam gets after performing.
“It went with my outfit,” you shrug.
“This matches your old band t-shirt? Really?” Sam huffs, tugging at the panties. You scoff.
“Well, you know how you get after a gig.”
“What? Tired?”
“Like a damn animal.”
“Oh, so you thought I’d follow you home and we’d…”
“You just said you meant to.”
“And I did.” He places a kiss on your mound, his nose nuzzling into the fabric of your underwear. “You know me so well, babe.”
“Well, you're a little predictable.”
Sam scoffs, shooting you a narrow eyed glare.
“Yeah, well if you had a hot girlfriend and just played a killer set—”
“What?” you ask, with a coy tilt of your head. “I’d wanna fuck to?”
“Exactly.”
“Wow. Reducing me to my looks. Very progressive, Sammy.”
“You want progressive?” Sam smirks. His head dips lower and you shiver as the heat of his breath ghosts your clothed pussy. “I’ll show you progressive. Take these off.”
“Sam,” you tried, the plea coming out a little more breathless than you intended. “Don’t. Work—”
“Work, work, work,” Sam mocks again. He’s nestled comfortably between your legs, holding them apart. His thumbs slid your panties aside and part your lips. He leans in to give your pussy a chaste kiss and tentative lick. You shutter and bite back the noise of pleasure building at the back of your throat.
“Relax,” he mumbles against you, the vibration of his voice sending a favorable sensation to your throbbing clit. “It takes longer when you’re all tense.”
“You’re gonna be late,” you whine.
You feel Sam smile against you.
“Worth it.”
You bite back a moan as you feel the gentle swipe of his tongue over your clit. Your body jolts slightly with each subsequent lick. Sam hums against you as your fingers tighten in his blonde locks.
He nods, encouraging you to continue, and you grip his hair tighter to pull him impossibly close. Sam’s lips purse against your clit, gently sucking and earning a real moan from you.
“Fuck, that’s it.” Sam’s voice is muffled by your dampening pussy. “I wanna know how good it feels. Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” you breathe.
“You want me to keep going?”
“Yes.”
Sam’s mouth sucks at a steady rhythm as you feel his fingers press into your entrance. Sam moans as he finds you wet.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes, quickly returning his attention to your clit. His fingers move inside of you, curling and pumping at the same steady pace that his mouth worked you.
“Mhm..” you manage, nodding against your pillow. Your eyes are shut tight as you lose yourself in the feelings of his fingers, lips, and tongue working in tandem. “Sam… Sam…”
Sam moans at the sound of his name as it falls from your lips.
“I love you,” he moans back, his hips rutting against the bed to find whatever friction might relieve the growing need between his legs. “I love you so fucking much. You taste so good. So good, baby.”
The praise tumbles out in desperate moans between kisses and licks. You tug Sam closer by his hair; it’s a not-so-gentle reminder to please keep on task that he immediately recognizes.
Eagerly, Sam’s mouth and fingers work together to encourage the delicious pleasure building between your legs. You clench and moan to let him know he’s on the right track. You feel his other hand leave your thigh and slide up your stomach where his fingers caress your breast. His warm palm cups you nicely and his thumb strokes your hardened nipple.
“Come on, baby,” he moans, still pressing his own hips firmly into the mattress. “You gonna be good and come for me?”
You whimper and nod, finally looking down to watch him. Sam’s gaze meets yours. His eyes are glazed over with desire and his nose is wet from your pussy. He deliberately licks at your aching clit just to watch you shutter.
Sam can’t help but smirk smugly to himself as he sucks firmly at your clit, watching your face intently as the pleasure built between your legs overflows.
You moan and feel your body jolt with each wave of orgasmic pleasure that washes over you. Sam hums contently against you. His fingers pump and curl steadily inside of you to prolong your pleasure. He gives your breast a gentle squeeze before finally letting go.
You barely register Sam stand as you catch your breath. Your body is relaxed and hums with the residual feeling of your climax as your eyes lazily follow Sam around your room.
He finds a condom in your nightstand drawer and slips it on. Before you know it, he’s back between your legs, sliding your panties off and flinging them onto the floor.
You let your legs fall apart in silent agreement. His hips slot against yours and you let him do all the work as his tip presses inside of you.
His breath is hot against your neck as he rolls his hips against your own, moaning as his cock runs back and forth against your inner walls.
You shiver under him at the extra stimulation and he gives your neck a quick kiss. It’s not long before you feel him release inside of you. He moans softly in your ear, the thrust of his hips slowing to a stop.
Sam kisses up your neck to your face, finally finding your lips to let you taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss is long and quiet. You wrap your arms, still heavy from your orgasm, around his shoulder and stroke his hair.
“Fucking love you,” Sam whispers against your lips. “You’re perfect. Tell me you’re perfect.”
“I’m perfect,” you grin, your face growing hot. Sam pulls back and smiles down at you.
“Yeah, you are,” he agrees. He plants a small kiss on the tip of your nose.
You get settled as he slowly pulls out. Sam stands to discard the condom in your bathroom. He returns with a small towel and cleans between your legs. Only then does he find your discarded panties and help you slip them back on. He tugs down your oversized shirt and pats your thigh, satisfied with his work.
“Tell me to stay,” he says softly. His hands gently squeeze your thighs. He settles back over you, pressing his face against the side of your neck as he cuddles you from above. You drape your arms around his shoulders, happily taking on his weight.
“Please,” he whispers against your skin. You shake your head and press a kiss into his forehead. Sam sighs.
“You hate me,” he pouts.
“Yeah,” you say. “I do.” Sam sighs and looks up. He fixes your tousled hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.
“Fine,” he says. “I’ll go… but I’m coming right back here after I get off.”
“Why? So you can ‘get off’ again?” Sam isn’t nearly as amused with your play on words as you are.
“Because I miss you,” he says. “I miss you already.”
“Clingy much?” you tease, cupping his cheek. He turns his face to kiss your palm.
“As much as you’ll let me be,” he admits.
Your heart melts at his softness. Though you would never admit it, you feel the same needy feeling that plagues Sam. The idea of spending the day together sounds like a dream. Keeping him wrapped in your arms as the two of you drift in and out of sleep and sex until the sun begins to set might just be your ideal date. But it’s unrealistic, so you don’t mention it. You just gaze back at him longingly as he gazes down at you.
“I love you,” you whisper. Your heart soars as he smiles. Sam presses his lips to yours once more, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss. He only pulls away to smile and lick his lips.
“I think you need to brush your teeth again,” he says, now tasting you both on his lips and your own. You chuckle softly and pull him back down for another kiss.
“Worth it.”