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After running the sprinklers and letting Sam do whatever it was he was doing with the new surveillance system, I made my way inside and tried to come up with a plan. I’d meant what I’d said about wanting to put all of the stressful events of the day and week out of my mind, at least for the night. Trying to determine how the Stanners had planted that mala in Sam’s saddlebags was driving me crazy, and second-guessing my friends was awful. And then of course my brain couldn’t help but continue to remind me that if I was going to second-guess my friends, I needed to second-guess Sam, too.
Which was ridiculous. And allowing my mind to spin around in those circles was also exhausting. Instead of worrying, I wanted to do something that would take my mind off everything.
I wanted to have lots and lots of sex with Sam Rigby.
After going into the bathroom and prepping myself, I showered and dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt, a yellow bow tie with tiny blue dots, and absolutely nothing else.
Then I texted Sam a selfie of me in my favorite Truman costume.
Five seconds later, I heard hard boots land on the wooden boards of the porch before the front door slammed open and Sam’s voice boomed out. “Where are you?”
The flushed and frantic look on his face when he slid into the bedroom on his socks made me laugh. “In here?”
As soon as he saw me, his eyes went dark, and his entire face looked predator-like. “Mine,” he said in a low voice.
I bit my lip and nodded.
He stalked closer. “What’ve you been doing in here, sweetheart?”
I took a step back toward the bed. “Cleaning.”
His forehead crinkled. “Cleaning what?”
“Myself.”
If it was possible, his eyes became even more intense. The mossy-green color deepened until the green was dark enough to muddle together with his wide pupils.
“Is that right?”
“Mm.” I turned over and leaned over the bed as if to straighten the covers. The slight draft from the room swirled under the hem of my shirt as it rode up the back of my thighs and over my ass. I heard Sam’s low growl as he moved closer.
“You’re feeling spicy today,” he murmured as his warm hands landed on my hips and moved up under my shirt to my sides.
Goose bumps prickled along my skin.
“Very spicy,” I admitted, sucking in a breath as I felt his body lean over mine. “I’ve been having some thoughts.”
“Mm, I like thoughts.” He nibbled the edge of my ear and pressed the bulge of his jeans against my bare butt. The denim was rough on my smooth skin. Sam’s hands moved around my front and reached down to stroke my dick and fondle my balls.
“I want,” I said in a shaky voice. “I want you…” It was hard to concentrate when his big hands were on me like that. “I want you to do it to me like this. Bending over. From behind.”
The deep groan he made rumbled against my back. I squeezed my eyes closed and inhaled the sunshine and lemon pine scent surrounding me. “Please,” I added in a whisper.
Sam’s hands were large and rough. They ran all over my body as he grumbled words into my ear.
“S’fuckin’ sexy. Want you. Gonna fuck this sweet ass. Bend over for me, sweetheart, just like that… that’s it. Let me see…”
His words made me harder, and my breath came in eager pants. I bit my tongue against the desire to keep begging him, and I squeezed my eyes closed to try and keep from coming just from listening to his voice and feeling his hot strong body all around mine.
He shoved my shirt up under my arms and knelt down behind me.
“Oh,” I breathed. “Oh, please. Yes.”
I’d fantasized about someone doing this, putting his lips between my cheeks and swiping his tongue over my hole. It had always seemed forbidden to me, but incredibly hot. Every scene I’d ever seen with rimming had made it seem so freaking good.
And it was.
“Oh!” I cried. “Sam!” His thick hot tongue pressed against the tender skin behind my balls and swiped up over my hole.
I almost swallowed my tongue. My hands fisted the bedclothes to keep me from sliding to the floor, but Sam’s hands held my ass cheeks in a firm grip.
“God, this ass,” he said with a groan. “Want to eat it, bite it, fuck it. Could stay here all night like this.”
His tongue teased me, bringing noises out of my throat I’d never made before. By the time he moved up to trail kisses along my spine, I was a whimpering puddle of desperation on the bed.
Sam finally found the lube and moved from using his tongue to his fingers. I could have come ten times over just from that, but I wanted more. I wanted the feel of his strong body thrusting into me from behind. I wanted to have to brace myself to keep from being slammed into the bed. And I wanted to hear his grunts as he used my body for his pleasure.
