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Amber
One night, I wasat Rouge and sitting at the bar. I was waiting for my shift to start but was also mulling over what had happened with Sammy a few mornings ago.
After I gave him the blow job, he had lifted me onto my coffee table and went down on me once again. I could still feel the scratchiness of his beard at my thighs and center. I learned rather quickly that it was one of his favorite, if not his most favorite, things to do when it came to anything sexual. The happy wet noises that came from him during, turned me on even more. He had murmured how good I tasted. How he wished he could bottle up my scent. How tasting me made him hard as fuck. It made me feel good about myself, especially since we all struggle with moments of being insecure.
I could still feel his tongue deep in parts of me that had been neglected by a man for months. Deep in other parts of me that had never been used for pleasure before, but I realized rather quickly that if Sammy and I continued doing what we were doing, I wanted it all. We didn’t have sex again, but the foreplay was just as good. If not more so.
After he had given me countless orgasms, he wiped his chin and ran his hand coated in my juices over my stomach and up to my breasts. In a way, it was like he was marking me. Especially when while he was doing it, he shoved his fingers into my mouth, wrapped his other hand around his cock, and came in a matter of minutes onto my stomach and pussy. I could still feel the burn of his palm connecting with my cheek as he rubbed his cum into my skin with his other hand.
I thought back to the intensity of his dark eyes. They were a chocolate brown but so damn dark, they looked almost black. I could barely see his pupils, but I knew he could see mine. Every time he demanded me to do something in that deep, dominating voice of his or even when he slapped my face and wrapped his hand around my throat, he would smirk. I couldn’t control my body or its reaction when it came to him. But I also found that I didn’t overly want to, either.
“Hey girl.”
I jumped, finding Shawnee smiling and her shoulders shaking with laughter at my expense. “Sorry, I was daydreaming.”
“No worries.” She nodded once. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I scrubbed a hand down my face, lightly tapping my cheeks. “Haven’t been sleeping well.” I couldn’t get Sam and my time with him out of my head, so that didn’t help.
“Oh, I bet you haven’t.” Her smile widened. “So, tell me...” She paused, pulling her long blond hair back into a messy ponytail. “How was he?”
“Why do you think my crappy sleep involves a guy?” I asked, the back of my neck heating.
“Girl, your crappy sleep doesn’t involve just any guy,” she reminded me. “You spent the night with Sammy Butcher. Maybe multiple nights. I’m waiting for you to tell me that part. But he’s the guy who has made most of the girls here cry. Except for me. He needs a pussy or a little more ink for my taste.”
“And he needs to be older,” I pointed out, remembering the guy I had bumped into the other night who had been talking to her.
Shawnee laughed. “Yeah, true. So enough about me and my daddy issues. Tell me how he was.”
I sighed. “You talked to my mom, didn’t you?”
“She called me right up after her video chat with you. She said that you texted some guy, asking him to come over. She also asked me about him and how he is with you. But of course, I haven’t seen him with you a whole lot, so I didn’t really know what to say.”
I pushed the straw around in the glass tumbler that still had some cranberry juice and vodka left over in it. “He’s fine with me. I know I don’t know him well. I don’t think anyone does besides his brother. But I promise you that he is not Aaron.”
“You thought Aaron was a decent guy too in the beginning.” Shawnee liked to remind me often.
“I did but Sammy is different.” I didn’t know how to explain it. For one, Sammy wasn’t selfish. He didn’t get mad at me if I had an orgasm and he didn’t. Yes, he was rough with me, but it was like he read my body and when it gave him the sign he was looking for, he continued. I could still feel his fingers roughly fucking me as his free hand tightened around my throat. The orgasm it caused made me realize that as long as you were safe, darker sex was okay. In the short time I had known him, he had already done way more than Aaron ever did. He actually listened to my body, instead of only taking what he wanted.
“Just be careful,” Shawnee said gently. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”Again, going unsaid.
“I know. I appreciate that.” I stood from the stool when the hairs on the back of my neck tingled. I looked to my right, finding some of the Hell’s Harlem Crew rolling in. I saw a few that I recognized and some I didn’t. I also saw Cyrus but didn’t see his brother anywhere. My stomach dropped. Maybe he was going to avoid me now that we’d slept together.
My phone suddenly buzzed, startling me from my pity party for one.
Sammy: Spend the night with me.
My heart jumped to my throat. I looked around the room but he was still nowhere to be found, so I glanced back down at my phone.
Me: Where are you?
Sammy: Babysitting for friends.
My chest warmed and if my ovaries could have exploded, I was sure they would.
Me: That’s nice of you. I get off at 1am.
Sammy: Trust me, Red, you’ll be getting off long after that too. I’ll pick you up at 1.
