Live In Me Memory Chapter Seven
Sam complies with my request for him to take me inside. He takes me inside, leading me upstairs so effortlessly, making sure to be quite and not wake anyone up. I almost find it endearing how well he is at walking without making any noise.
The moment we are in the room where I am staying he shuts it behind us, locking it too. I'm glad he did that because I don't want Junia or one of my parents to walk in to see me having sex with some stranger I have never met before.
Kissing him again I groan out as he pushes me towards the bed. I can feel his erection pressing against me. That seems to be leading me on. Making me want to get him naked so he can be inside of me. Giving up control I let him push me on the bed, biting down on his bottom lip when his hands go under my shirt. They are so hot against my skin which suddenly feels cold.
"Avie," Sam whines into the kiss, his hips pressing against me so that I can feel his erection again. It's when he calls me Avie that I wonder how he knows me name. If Taylor has told him at some point. I mean he must know about me somehow. To take me out of the bar before I could leave with that one dude and then the day he blindfolded me. He has to know about me somehow.
Pulling away from the kiss, I take my shirt off, throwing it to the floor before kissing Sam again. The kiss is much like the last one. Heated and passionate. It's amazing how Sam makes me feel things I never thought I could or would feel again. Sam is what Taylor tried to be at the cabin when Bree was conceived. Sam is my life line and the anchor that is keeping me from drowning. He is the missing puzzle piece.
Sam's lips move away from my own. They makes a trail down to my neck where he kisses the hickie he left last time. His tongue coming out to lick it softly. He is like a dog almost, making sure his mark is still there.
"I love you," Sam whispers on my skin. When his breath hits it I shiver my eyes closing tight. Hearing him say he loves me makes me want to cry. I can't say it back still because no matter how alive he makes me feel he isn't Zac even if he has Zac's face.
If he gets offended at me not saying I love him back he doesn't say anything. His lips just keep trailing down my body. "It's so sexy when you don't wear a bra," he mutters before leaving tiny kisses on each of my breast. I wish he'd suck on them like Taylor has done. At the thought of Taylor I want to kick myself. I will not think of Taylor during sex with Sam.
When his lips get to my jeans I feel him move away long enough to undo them. I lift them myself to help him take them off along with my panties. "I'm going to eat you," Sam mutters so seductively as he pushes my hips apart his head going for it's intended destination.
All I can do once he gets there is moan out when he kisses me. He is deliberately teasing me though, just kissing the lips and nowhere else. His scruff rubbing against me every so often. I'm a sucker for the scruff. That's the one thing I always liked when Zac had scruff. How it felt when he did his favorite past time.
The longer her stays down there the louder my moans get, especially when he stops teasing me and goes to work with his tongue. His tongue again was so good. I'm sure he probably could have learned a thing or two from the same oral sex school Zac went too.
"Sam," I whimper out letting my hands go down to his hair which I pull on softly. Hearing him moan like he did the last time I smirk. "So fucking good," I mutter out to him before he slips a finger inside of me. His fingers are much rougher than Taylor's were.
When I think of Taylor again I frown, hating myself. I wish I had some sort of brain bleach so I could remove Taylor from it. He comes up at the worst possible times.
Sam keeps up his work though, his finger finding a good pace to move in and out of me. When I feel my orgasm start to come on, I close my eyes tighter, pulling his hard before whispering his name out. I want to yell it but I figure with others in the house that would be a bad thing to do.
Sam moves away from my legs, coming up to kiss me on the lips, his tongue finding it's way into my mouth. All I can taste on him is me and that kind of gives me a rush to taste myself on his tongue. I always used to like tasting myself on Zac.
Pulling away from the kiss Sam looks down at me before moving away. I frown when he sits up like he is going to leave. I haven't even taken care of him yet. "Wait," I tell him as I sit up and catch his arm. "I haven't helped you with your problem," I smirk before kissing him again.
This time when we kiss I push him down on the bed and get over him. If he got me off by going down on me then I am going to return the favor. I'm gonna go down on him too because it is only fair that way.
Kissing him harder I undo his yellow plaid button down shirt, pushing it off him in a hurry. After it is off my lips trail down his neck where I suck and kiss on the skin. I'm tempted to mark him but I'm not sure if he'd like that. Zac liked but Carrick doesn't. I'm not even sure what Taylor likes when it comes to marking.
"Avie," Sam moans out his hands going to my back. The moment his nails dig in to the skin there I shiver and bit down on his lip. It feels nice to have his nails digging into me.
"I wanna mark you," I whisper on his neck my tongue going out to lick the skin much like he had previously licked where he marked me.
Sam moans more tilting his head to allow me better access or at least I think that is what it means. Smirking I leave a mark on his neck. Not as big as the one he left on me but enough that he'll be able to see it when he looks in the mirror or anyone standing close to him can see it.
After the mark is there I kiss my way down his chest, stopping to tease each of his nipples which makes him moan louder. Seems he is like Zac and likes to have his nipples played with during sex. I'll have to try to remember that when I am sober.
Moving my lips farther down his body I stop when I reach his jeans. Before I have a chance to undo them though, Sam sits up pushing me away quickly.
"I...I have to go," Sam mutters standing from the bed. He reaches down to pick up the shirt I had taken off him, buttoning it quickly.
I frown as I watch him. I'm confused about why he pushed me away before I could take care of his problem for him. Why he wouldn't let me give him a blow job. "Are you sure you won't let me take care of your problem?" I ask him. He keeps his back to me though not even facing me.
If I was expecting him to answer me he doesn't. He just leaves after fixing his shirt. Laying back on the bed I sigh when my eyes see the ceiling. I'm still so put off about why Sam left before I could return the favor. Had I done something wrong unknowingly? Had he not wanted me to suck his dick?
Closing my eyes I frown more feeling like shit now. I had never had anyone just leave in the middle of getting freaky. It stung, it stung more than it probably should have and now I was back to feeling less alive. With Sam gone I was back to feeling like a piece of me was missing.
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"Avery," Zoe's voice says loudly which causes me to wake up groaning. Looking towards the door, I pull the covers over my naked body more. "Mom wanted me to tell you breakfast was ready," Zoe smirks as she takes in my appearance.
I groan at the mention of breakfast. I'm not feeling like eating. Not after all the drinks I had consumed, "I'll be done soon," I tell Zoe who smirks more and walks off. After she is gone I lay farther into the bed, pulling the blankets over my head. All I can remember from last night is almost leaving the bar with some stranger. I think I'm vaguely aware I didn't leave with them though. I left with Taylor's friend Sam who brought me home.
"Fuck," I mutter at the thought of Sam. Most of the memories are fuzzy but I do remember the oral sex and then him running off when I wanted to return the favor. I'm still baffled by why he ran off. I really need to ask Taylor about him. Tell Taylor I need to speak to him. I feel like I need to apologize to Sam for whatever I did to freak him out. I'd also like to see him while sober too, at least then maybe I would know if he was at least cute enough to let his face go between my legs.
Sam complies with my request for him to take me inside. He takes me inside, leading me upstairs so effortlessly, making sure to be quite and not wake anyone up. I almost find it endearing how well he is at walking without making any noise.
The moment we are in the room where I am staying he shuts it behind us, locking it too. I'm glad he did that because I don't want Junia or one of my parents to walk in to see me having sex with some stranger I have never met before.
Kissing him again I groan out as he pushes me towards the bed. I can feel his erection pressing against me. That seems to be leading me on. Making me want to get him naked so he can be inside of me. Giving up control I let him push me on the bed, biting down on his bottom lip when his hands go under my shirt. They are so hot against my skin which suddenly feels cold.
"Avie," Sam whines into the kiss, his hips pressing against me so that I can feel his erection again. It's when he calls me Avie that I wonder how he knows me name. If Taylor has told him at some point. I mean he must know about me somehow. To take me out of the bar before I could leave with that one dude and then the day he blindfolded me. He has to know about me somehow.
Pulling away from the kiss, I take my shirt off, throwing it to the floor before kissing Sam again. The kiss is much like the last one. Heated and passionate. It's amazing how Sam makes me feel things I never thought I could or would feel again. Sam is what Taylor tried to be at the cabin when Bree was conceived. Sam is my life line and the anchor that is keeping me from drowning. He is the missing puzzle piece.
Sam's lips move away from my own. They makes a trail down to my neck where he kisses the hickie he left last time. His tongue coming out to lick it softly. He is like a dog almost, making sure his mark is still there.
"I love you," Sam whispers on my skin. When his breath hits it I shiver my eyes closing tight. Hearing him say he loves me makes me want to cry. I can't say it back still because no matter how alive he makes me feel he isn't Zac even if he has Zac's face.
If he gets offended at me not saying I love him back he doesn't say anything. His lips just keep trailing down my body. "It's so sexy when you don't wear a bra," he mutters before leaving tiny kisses on each of my breast. I wish he'd suck on them like Taylor has done. At the thought of Taylor I want to kick myself. I will not think of Taylor during sex with Sam.
When his lips get to my jeans I feel him move away long enough to undo them. I lift them myself to help him take them off along with my panties. "I'm going to eat you," Sam mutters so seductively as he pushes my hips apart his head going for it's intended destination.
All I can do once he gets there is moan out when he kisses me. He is deliberately teasing me though, just kissing the lips and nowhere else. His scruff rubbing against me every so often. I'm a sucker for the scruff. That's the one thing I always liked when Zac had scruff. How it felt when he did his favorite past time.
The longer her stays down there the louder my moans get, especially when he stops teasing me and goes to work with his tongue. His tongue again was so good. I'm sure he probably could have learned a thing or two from the same oral sex school Zac went too.
"Sam," I whimper out letting my hands go down to his hair which I pull on softly. Hearing him moan like he did the last time I smirk. "So fucking good," I mutter out to him before he slips a finger inside of me. His fingers are much rougher than Taylor's were.
When I think of Taylor again I frown, hating myself. I wish I had some sort of brain bleach so I could remove Taylor from it. He comes up at the worst possible times.
Sam keeps up his work though, his finger finding a good pace to move in and out of me. When I feel my orgasm start to come on, I close my eyes tighter, pulling his hard before whispering his name out. I want to yell it but I figure with others in the house that would be a bad thing to do.
Sam moves away from my legs, coming up to kiss me on the lips, his tongue finding it's way into my mouth. All I can taste on him is me and that kind of gives me a rush to taste myself on his tongue. I always used to like tasting myself on Zac.
Pulling away from the kiss Sam looks down at me before moving away. I frown when he sits up like he is going to leave. I haven't even taken care of him yet. "Wait," I tell him as I sit up and catch his arm. "I haven't helped you with your problem," I smirk before kissing him again.
This time when we kiss I push him down on the bed and get over him. If he got me off by going down on me then I am going to return the favor. I'm gonna go down on him too because it is only fair that way.
Kissing him harder I undo his yellow plaid button down shirt, pushing it off him in a hurry. After it is off my lips trail down his neck where I suck and kiss on the skin. I'm tempted to mark him but I'm not sure if he'd like that. Zac liked but Carrick doesn't. I'm not even sure what Taylor likes when it comes to marking.
"Avie," Sam moans out his hands going to my back. The moment his nails dig in to the skin there I shiver and bit down on his lip. It feels nice to have his nails digging into me.
"I wanna mark you," I whisper on his neck my tongue going out to lick the skin much like he had previously licked where he marked me.
Sam moans more tilting his head to allow me better access or at least I think that is what it means. Smirking I leave a mark on his neck. Not as big as the one he left on me but enough that he'll be able to see it when he looks in the mirror or anyone standing close to him can see it.
After the mark is there I kiss my way down his chest, stopping to tease each of his nipples which makes him moan louder. Seems he is like Zac and likes to have his nipples played with during sex. I'll have to try to remember that when I am sober.
Moving my lips farther down his body I stop when I reach his jeans. Before I have a chance to undo them though, Sam sits up pushing me away quickly.
"I...I have to go," Sam mutters standing from the bed. He reaches down to pick up the shirt I had taken off him, buttoning it quickly.
I frown as I watch him. I'm confused about why he pushed me away before I could take care of his problem for him. Why he wouldn't let me give him a blow job. "Are you sure you won't let me take care of your problem?" I ask him. He keeps his back to me though not even facing me.
If I was expecting him to answer me he doesn't. He just leaves after fixing his shirt. Laying back on the bed I sigh when my eyes see the ceiling. I'm still so put off about why Sam left before I could return the favor. Had I done something wrong unknowingly? Had he not wanted me to suck his dick?
Closing my eyes I frown more feeling like shit now. I had never had anyone just leave in the middle of getting freaky. It stung, it stung more than it probably should have and now I was back to feeling less alive. With Sam gone I was back to feeling like a piece of me was missing.
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"Avery," Zoe's voice says loudly which causes me to wake up groaning. Looking towards the door, I pull the covers over my naked body more. "Mom wanted me to tell you breakfast was ready," Zoe smirks as she takes in my appearance.
I groan at the mention of breakfast. I'm not feeling like eating. Not after all the drinks I had consumed, "I'll be done soon," I tell Zoe who smirks more and walks off. After she is gone I lay farther into the bed, pulling the blankets over my head. All I can remember from last night is almost leaving the bar with some stranger. I think I'm vaguely aware I didn't leave with them though. I left with Taylor's friend Sam who brought me home.
"Fuck," I mutter at the thought of Sam. Most of the memories are fuzzy but I do remember the oral sex and then him running off when I wanted to return the favor. I'm still baffled by why he ran off. I really need to ask Taylor about him. Tell Taylor I need to speak to him. I feel like I need to apologize to Sam for whatever I did to freak him out. I'd also like to see him while sober too, at least then maybe I would know if he was at least cute enough to let his face go between my legs.