by Amiee Louise
“Why are you scared of me, angel? I won’t hurt you. Christ, I would never fucking hurt you.”
He shakes his head, and his voice wavers as he cups my face in his hands.
“Tell me why,” he rasps.
I can’t find my voice as I attempt to swallow past the lump that has formed in my throat.
“Because out of everyone, you have the power to break me, Sam. You have the power to tear down every wall, every barrier, every fucking defence I have spent the past year building around myself. You have the power to tear it all down in a second and that terrifies the shit out of me. I don’t have the strength to fight anymore; I’m so bloody tired of fighting,” I say wearily.
Sam steps forward and forces me to look at him. I see the determination and hidden lust in his eyes.
“Then don’t, angel. Don’t fight it, give in to it. You and me are meant to be. I can feel your heart beating, I see that glazed look in your eyes, the bead of sweat at your temple. You want me, Peyton, admit it. You want to be spread beneath me. You want my cock buried deep inside you while you make those soft little whimpering sounds, begging me to let you come. Until you’re gripping my biceps so hard, you almost draw blood,” he says hoarsely, and I swallow hard as I feel the slickness pool between my thighs.
I shiver at the thought and he smiles wickedly.
“See, you want me. Let it go, angel. I need you under me, screaming my name.”
I moan softly as he thrusts his hips into me.
“Feel how hard I am for you, angel?”
He nuzzles my neck and I feel his hot breath on my skin. He smells faintly of alcohol, Joop, mint, and his familiar, intoxicating Sam smell.
“Touch me, angel, put your hands on me. I need to feel you.”
Our eyes lock, and he lifts my hands. He places them on his firm, muscular chest. I run my hands across the planes of his chest and down to his solid abs. He growls.
“That’s it, angel. That feels so fucking good.”
I move across to his biceps. I grip them hard and run my nails lightly down his arms. When I look up, his eyes are glazed, and the green is so prominent; they almost sparkle like emeralds. I move my hands up, around his back, and caress his broad shoulders. He moans softly and abruptly spins me around. He lifts me up effortlessly and sits me on the kitchen worktop before nudging my thighs apart. He positions himself between them and I can feel his solid erection pressing into my inner thigh.
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
He leans forward and softly brushes my lips with his. He wraps his hand in my hair and gently tugs me towards him, deepening the kiss. His tongue caresses mine, and he slowly strokes the roof of my mouth. I continue my journey across his back and shoulders, alternating from soft, gentle touches to harsh, rough grasps. He continues to kiss me with such passion and moves his free hand to cup my breast. He gently kneads it in his large hand and pulls away from our kiss. I feel bereft as his lips leave mine, and he rests his forehead against mine.
“What the fuck are we doing, angel?” he whispers with an edge of uncertainty in his voice.
I shake my head.
“I don’t know, but I know I want this with you. Make love to me, Sam, Take me like you used to. Please, I need you,” I say almost anxiously.
He squeezes his eyes shut, as if waging an internal war with himself.
“Fuck!” he curses.
It is in that moment that Sam completely detaches himself from me. He steps back from me, as if he wants to be as far away as possible.
“Why the fuck did you come here, Sam?” I say flatly, and he runs his hands through his hair.
“Because you called…Because of Brody… I don’t know. Jesus Christ, I really have no fucking idea, babe,” he says huskily.
I swallow back the lump that has formed in the back of my throat.
“I get so many mixed signals from you, Sam. You show up here with your muscles and your god damn charm. You fuck with my head until I can’t think straight, lead me on and then blow me off like I mean nothing. What the fuck?!” I raise my voice.
He hangs his head, and I jump down from the worktop. I move towards him until we are toe to toe, and I jab him in the chest.
“You are un-fucking-believable, Newbolt. Just get out and go back to whatever slut you had on her knees for you.”
He smirks, and I want to slap his smug fucking face.
“I see that green is still a colour that suits you, angel,” he rasps as I attempt to shove him backwards, but he doesn’t budge.
“Get the fuck out, Sam.”
How fucking dare he come into my flat and treat me like that. Fucking prick.
“You don’t really want me to leave, you’re just...frustrated and desperate for a release. You've been craving my cock since that day in the hospital,” he says boldly, and I slap him across his cheek.
How fucking dare he make assumptions about me?
He laughs and clutches his cheek.
“Now that wasn’t nice was it?”
I go to walk out of the kitchen, but he stops me by softly gripping my wrist.
“Don’t forget you can’t lie to me, angel. I know you better than you know yourself.”
He towers over me and backs me up into the worktop. He places his hands either side of me, trapping me.
“You can’t keep fucking doing this to me, Sam,” I say with an acidity to my voice.
He smiles his panty-dropping smile, and I feel the familiar heat between my legs.
“Doing what, angel? Unravelling you? Driving you fucking crazy? I’m pretty sure if I put my hand in your knickers you would be soaking wet, hence proving my point. You want me, no matter how much you fucking deny it,” he says gruffly, with a self-assured tone to his sexy as sin voice.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You enjoy fucking with my head and torturing me with your leather and your tattoos.”
I hate the tremor in my voice as I say those words. He tilts my chin up and I avoid his eyes.
“Look at me, angel,” he says in a commanding voice, and I look up into his eyes.
Unexpectedly, he crashes his lips against mine feverishly. His large hands roaming over my body. I moan softly into his mouth, and he lifts me into his strong arms. I automatically wrap my legs around his waist, and he strides across the flat without breaking our kiss. His stubble scratching my cheek is a contrast to the soft velvet of his tongue. He kicks the door of my bedroom open with his boot and deposits me in the middle of my California King bed. He breaks our kiss, and his green eyes are blazing. He stands at the foot of the bed and unbuckles his belt on his jeans.
“I want you naked, now, angel; no arguments,” he rasps, and I do as he says.
I take off my yoga pants and my vest top, until I am lying on the bed in my underwear. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me once. He strips off his black shirt, and the sight of his naked torso never fails to momentarily disarm me.
“You need to start eating again, you’re too thin,” he says matter-of-factly, and I smile at his concern.
He kicks his boots off and takes his jeans off, until he is standing in a pair of tight blue Superman boxers, which emphasise his impressive package. I chuckle softly, and he cocks his pierced eyebrow.
“I haven’t done my washing in a while,” he says gruffly, and I nod.
“Ok, I believe you. Thousands of others wouldn’t.”
I wink, and he laughs as he stalks towards me. He slowly climbs on the bed and positions himself between my thighs. As he looks down at me, I am reminded of J.D’s cruel words once again.
“Oh, you’re so deluded, sweetheart, Sam’s in love with me; he has been for years. Ever since that night we spent together! He uses women because he can’t come to terms with his sexuality, but he always comes back to me. Now after all these years, he’s seen that no matter how many women he has in his bed, I’ll always be here, I’ll be the one who he comes back to in the end. He asked me to punish you, to do with as I please a
nd you know what? He doesn’t fucking care!”
This can’t be happening, not now. Sam and I are both naked on my bed, and I’m freaking the fuck out. What the hell is wrong with me? I can feel a panic attack threatening. My chest feels tight, my breathing is erratic, my heart is pounding, and my blood is roaring in my ears. Sam is kneeling between my thighs with a look of concern marring his chiselled, model worthy features. Hidden in his furrowed brow is a look that tells me he feels way out of his depth.
“Angel, stay with me. You’re safe, I’ve got you,” he says softly as he pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger.
I look into his green eyes, and I try to regulate my breathing.
“We can go slowly, as slow as you need to. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me. I just want to give you pleasure and make love to you to chase away whatever demons are in that beautiful mind of yours.”
He gently strokes my cheek with the back of his hand and smiles his panty dropping smile. His dimple jumps into place as I feel my breathing return to normal. The fucked-up part of my brain thinks about where he was when I called him: in a strip club, probably getting his cock sucked and his needs taken care of. The fierce possessiveness I feel towards him comes to the forefront of my mind and pangs deep in my chest. Suddenly, I feel the jealous side of me spring to life with a force larger than anything I have ever felt. I get to my knees and climb over him, so I am straddling him. He smirks and circles my waist with his large hands. I undo my bra and my breasts spring free as I fling my bra onto the chaise lounge in the corner of the room.
“I'm in charge now, Newbolt. All those other women, they're nothing compared to how I can make you feel,” I say with conviction in my voice.
He cocks his eyebrow, and he removes his hands from my waist, allowing me to take charge.
“That fire I loved about you, it's burning so bright it's blinding, angel. I can't see anyone else but you, it's always been you,” he rasps, and I lean forward, brushing my breasts against his chest.
I nip his earlobe between my teeth, and the deep rumble of his chuckle vibrates through my body, causing goose bumps to form across my skin. I lick a trail from his neck down his shoulder and trace the letters of his tattoo across his collar bones. I allow my hands to roam over his chest, and I move down, keeping my breasts pressed against him. I circle his pierced nipple with my tongue, and he moans softly.
“Fuck, angel.”
I lean back on my haunches and admire this beautiful man underneath me. The man who owns every inch of me, the man who I love with all my heart, but I can't allow him back into my life. So much has changed. For now, this is all I can give him. His green eyes are sparkling and blazing with a fiery heat. He licks his lips as his eyes travel over my body and examines the top half of my torso, which is marred with scars. He reaches up and traces the thick, white scar on my shoulder blade, running his calloused finger over the scar that spans from one collar bone, to the other. This was exactly the reason that I didn't want him to see me naked.
As he is looking at me and regarding me intently, I know he sees the ugly scars that J.D inflicted on me. He sees the pain and torture I endured for him, because of him. The body he once worshipped is now marred and tainted, a constant reminder of a time in my life I would rather forget. I see the second he registers, and I turn my face away so he can't see the shame and embarrassment in my eyes. He reaches up and tucks a stray strand of hair behind my hair.
“Angel, look at me.”
He turns my face forwards, and I reluctantly look into his eyes.
“Is this-is this what that mother fucker did to you?” he says, with a clenched jaw.
I nod and feel my eyes brimming with tears.
“Hey, you’re still the most beautiful woman in the world to me, angel. You're still perfect. I’ll take whatever I can get with you, scars and all. I should have fucking ended him when I had the chance.”
His eyes are full of fury, but I don't want J.D to ruin this moment between us. So I reach back boldly and cup his straining erection. He growls as my hand makes contact with his cock.
“Angel,” he warns, but I shake my head.
“I'm still in charge, Newbolt, and I say no more talk of the past. We're just focusing on the here and now and how much pleasure I can give you.”
He grins and spreads his arms out to the sides.
“I'm all yours, angel.”
I climb off him and pull off my knickers, discarding them over my shoulder and set about stripping Sam's boxers off him. He lifts his hips, allowing me to pull them down his muscular thighs and down his legs. I throw them onto the floor, and I crawl between his legs, making my intentions clear. I fist his cock once and take it deep into my throat. He bucks his hips, causing me to gag, but I don't stop.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me, angel?”
I lick up and down the length of his cock as I take him deep in my throat and run my tongue over the bell-shaped tip, flicking his piercing.
“You have a rather beautiful cock, Mr. Newbolt.”
He chuckles softly as I repeat the words I said to him all those months ago. I bob my head up and down as I take him further into my mouth, licking and sucking as I go. I flick his piercing with my tongue, and he growls.
“The piercing is so fucking hot.”
I can feel his cock twitching with his pending release as I cup his balls.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so good, Jesus!”
I keep sucking and open my throat, taking him as far into my mouth as I can go.
“Bollocks! Fuck! I’m going to come, angel. Move if you don't want me to come in your mouth.”
I continue sucking, ignoring his warning as he spurts his seed into my mouth, yelling as he finds his release.
“OH FUCK! PEYTON! I'M COMING! JESUS! FUCK!”
I swallow and lick my lips. I look up at him with a satisfied grin plastered on my face.
“Are you ready for round two, Mr Newbolt?” I purr seductively, and he guides my hand to his still solid erection.
“Does that answer your question, angel?” he says huskily.
I move to straddle him once again, guiding his cock into my already soaking wet pussy. I drop down onto him and he growls as he circles my waist with his large hands. I lift myself up and drop back down, controlling the rhythm. I increase the pace, and I pinch my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Fuck me, you're so beautiful, you're a god damn work of art, angel,” he rasps, and I grin wickedly.
“You're not so bad yourself, rock star!”
I wink cheekily, and he cocks his eyebrow as he rolls both of us so he's on top.
“As good as it felt having you in charge, angel; I think it's time to remind you who’s really in charge.”
With his muscular thighs either side of me. He takes both wrists in one of his hands and pins them above my head. I relish him being in control as he presses his body against mine, and I have missed the feel of his skin against mine. He kisses my neck and I wrap my leg around his waist. He moves his head down my chest, suckles my nipple with his teeth, and kisses a trail from my breasts to my navel. I am writhing underneath him as he touches every part of me. I had almost forgotten what it was like to feel his weight on top of me, pressing me into the bed. An expert swivel of his hips reminds me that he is still inside me as his piercing rubs deliciously against my inner walls, until I feel the friction stroking my g-spot. He moves in and out at a leisurely pace, driving me higher and higher towards my orgasm.
“Sam! Oh God! Sam! Sam!”
He increases his thrusts, impaling me so deeply, I feel his cock bang against my cervix.
“God, your cunt feels like fucking heaven, angel.”
His dirty talk causes me to mewl softly, and he chuckles throatily.
“I'd forgotten how much you loved my dirty talk, angel.”
He quickens his pace and I cry out.
“SAM! Oh God! Please don't stop, don't stop! I'm so fucking cl
ose,” I plead desperately and writhe beneath him as he is pumping in and out of me in frantic strokes.
I can feel my orgasm rising to the surface, and as he thrusts forward once more, that’s all it takes to tip us both over the edge. I let out a scream, and I explode around his throbbing shaft. My orgasm washes over me, causing my sex to ripple around his cock. Wave after wave of my orgasm crests and rolls over me, like I'm floating on a sea of pure carnal bliss, total and utter ecstasy. That is just what Sam does to me; he makes me lose all sense of control and I can't say no. He's my weakness, my kryptonite, a habit I just can't kick. He came into my life like a hurricane, a totally unexpected tidal wave, and turned everything upside down.