“What the fuck, Shelby? You’re seriously going to flirt with someone at a party at my house?”
“What do you care?”
“You know I fucking care,” he growled as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in towards him. “You know I care, Shelby.”
Hungrily, he pressed his lips against mine and ran his hands through my hair. I kissed him back, not able to resist, pressing my breasts against his chest. He moaned against my lips, and I felt his hands running down the side of my legs and moving my dress up. I felt his fingers on my ass cheeks, and he pulled away slightly.
“Are you not wearing any panties, either?”
I giggled. “I’m wearing a thong,” I said. He slipped his fingers towards my crack and tugged on the fabric.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he slipped his fingers between my ass cheeks and rubbed my wetness. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said.
“Oh, yeah?” I said as I pressed my hands against his chest and leaned forward and kissed his neck.
“Damn, Shelby,” he growled as I reached down and pressed my palm against his cock. I smiled as I felt the hardness there.
“I guess someone’s happy to see me,” I said, winking at him.
“Happy to see you, happy to touch you. Happy to…” He paused, then before I knew what was happening, he swept me up into his arms.
“What are you doing?” I said, staring at him in surprise.
“You know what I’m doing,” he said. He carried me over to the kitchen countertop and sat me down.
“What’s going on?”
“You know what’s going on, Shelby.” He slid his zipper down and his cock sprang free. I grinned in delight as he leaned forward and kissed me. He pulled me to the edge of the countertop and rubbed his fingers against my clit. “You’re already so fucking wet for me,” he said.
“Yes, I am,” I moaned and leaned back, gripping the countertop. He positioned his cock between my legs and rubbed me gently. I cried out at the feel of him next to me.
“Oh, yeah. Give it to me, Sam!” I shouted. I felt the tip of him at my entrance, and he thrust into me quickly. “Oh, yes…” I moaned as he moved in and out, fucking me harder and harder. The feeling was absolutely amazing. I’d missed being close to him.
And then the doorbell rang.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Oh shit,” Sam froze inside of me, a mixture of emotions crossing his face. I couldn’t stop myself from giggling as he shifted off of me and shook his head. The doorbell rang again and he called out, “Coming.”
“I’m not coming though.” I said with a small pout as he pulled out and zipped himself up quickly.
“Sort yourself out and get busy.” He said glaring at me as I licked my lips slowly. He moved his arms around frantically and I could tell that he was panicked. I was slightly nervous myself but thought it was funny that he was so visibly worried.
“Busy doing what?” I raised an eyebrow and took a step toward him. “You want me to...” I paused as the doorbell rang again. “You better get that.”
“Shelby, don’t get us in trouble.” He shook his head as he made his way to the door. “Sorry about that, oh hi...” His voice became more muffled as he spoke, but I froze when I heard my mom’s unmistakable laugh. Oh shit! My parents were here. I felt myself feeling faint at the thought that if they had just walked into the apartment without ringing the doorbell, they would have caught Sam and me in the middle of some super hot and raunchy sex. And I was pretty positive that my dad would have killed us both. Not the best way to celebrate their anniversary. “Surprise mom and dad, me and Sam are boinking, and oh and by the way, you’re off to jail for murder now.” I stood there wondering if I would come back as a ghost and haunt them; when my parents walked into the kitchen.
“Shelby,” My mom sounded surprised when she saw me.
“Surprise.” I grinned and ran over to her. “Happy Anniversary.”
“Surprise?” She looked at me and then at my dad. “Did you know about this?”
“Nothing.” He said, shaking his head and then heading towards the fridge. “I take it you got beer. Sam?”
“When do I not?” Sam laughed and avoided my gaze. “Help yourself. You guys are a bit early, but the other guests and DJ should arrive soon.”
“I knew we were early.” My mom pursed her lips as she looked over at my dad as if confirming an earlier argument. “I’m just surprised that you’re here already Shelby. I know how you like to sleep all day.”
“Mom, really?” I glared at her. "I was helping Sam get ready, Mom. You don't plan a surprise party by yourself, you know?"
"I know, but..." she frowned. "It just seems odd that only the two of you are here. I didn't even know that you were both in contact like that."
"Why wouldn't we be? Sam is dad's best friend."
"I know, but..." She shrugged. "I guess it doesn't matter."
"No. It doesn't, dear," my dad said, downing a beer. "So you said there's going to be a DJ? The only question I have is whose music is going to be played?”
Sam started laughing. "Well, Shelby's the one that gave him the playlist, so I don't know."
"Don't worry, Dad." I grinned at him. "It's going to be really hip, really fun, and lots of oldies."
"Hey, who are you calling old?" he said chuckling.
"I think you know."
"Now, now dear," my mom said, shaking her head. "We're not old fogies just yet."
"I think I'd call you geriatrics. Right, Sam?"
I winked at him and he glared at me.
"I don't think I call myself a geriatric. Thank you very much. I mean, I still get with lots of hot young things.” Sam wiggled his eyebrows and my dad started laughing. If only he knew why he was laughing!
"Oh, do you now?" I said, pressing my lips together. "Pray tell, why don't you tell us about your latest hot, young thing?"
"Oh, she's a little bit of a tease and a flirt, but I know exactly what she wants," he said.
My dad raised an eyebrow. "So are we going to get to meet this hot young thing? I'm curious to see whom you're dating now, Sam."
"Me too," my mom said with a nod. "You know, I've been dying for us to go on a tropical vacation together."
"Yeah, I'd like to meet her as well, Sam. Just how wonderful is she?” I added, smiling sweetly as I winked at him.
"I didn't say she was wonderful, did I?" He raised an eyebrow. "You know these young things, they come and go."
"Oh, they do, huh?" I stared at him, and he smirked.
"They do. They think they're playing games with me but at the end of the day, I'm the one playing games with them."
"Uh-huh," I said, and turned around all of a sudden feeling annoyed and frustrated. "I'm going to go to the restroom to freshen up," I said.
"But you already look gorgeous, honey," my dad said.