"Oh fuck," I said, reaching out and grabbing the island and holding onto it as my feet buckled.
He smiled sweetly as he pulled his fingers out, pushed them into his mouth, and sucked. "Don't play games with me, Shelby. Not unless you want me to play games with you as well. Two of us can play with fire, honey. But trust me, only one of us will get burnt."
Chapter Twenty-Nine
The problem with coming up with plans was that they often backfired, which is how I felt right now. Sam was right. If my parents found out and if they kicked up a storm, I was the one that would have to pay. Sure, maybe my parents would be upset with Sam, but he'd get to go on. He'd be able to go on living his life. I would have to deal with the repercussions of my mom being disappointed, of my dad being upset, and maybe holding back money.
And Sam would just move on with his life. He'd get another woman, do whatever he wanted to do. And I'd be watched under furrowed eyebrows and locked up as if I was some sort of Disney princess that didn't have any sort of autonomy, which was absolutely crazy because I was 22 and was free to live my own life and do what I would want.
But I'd been a daddy's girl and a princess for so long that I was just used to being taken care of. I couldn't believe that I had let Sam get the upper hand yet again, but I actually couldn't believe that he'd fingered me in the kitchen right there. Anyone could have seen us. And then what would he have done?
You couldn't pretend you were doing anything other than what you were doing when your fingers were stuck up in someone's vagina. I chewed down on my lower lip. I was feeling horny again, and I was pissed.
I could not believe that I'd let Sam get the upper hand. I'd let him just walk away yet again. I was not happy about it. I saw him standing in the corner of the room talking to my mom, and some sort of banshee must have come over me because I found myself drinking an entire glass of wine and then heading over to him.
"Hey Sam, something I want to talk to you about," I said as I stopped right in front of him.
"Oh, I'm just talking to your mom.”
"Mom, you don't mind if I borrow Sam for a couple of minutes, do you?"
"I suppose not." She looked confused as she shook her head.
"Thanks, it's just something I want to discuss about the end of the party and a little surprise we have for you."
"Oh, well I do like surprises," she said, "I hope you didn't spend much more money. You're going to have to let us pay you back, Sam, because I know Shelby could not afford this."
"It's my present to you guys."
"No, no," my mother said. "It's really far too much. When we go on that vacation, we'll buy the airline tickets for you and your girlfriend as well."
"Really, you don't have to do that."
"No, but I must. And now there's a secret surprise?" My mom rubbed her hands together and giggled garishly. "I'm so excited. Now go on Shelby, you tell Sam whatever it is you have to tell him, and I'll just look for your dad and chat with him."
"Sounds good. Come on, Sam,” I said.
I walked in front of him towards the bedroom. I pushed the door open and waited on him to follow behind me. He stood there in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.
"So what surprise is happening at the end of this party? I don't remember you saying anything."
"Oh, you don’t?" I said, as I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me.
"No, I don't."
"So you got them a present or something?"
"Or something," I said, as I closed the door behind him. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I stared at the lock and debated between turning it or not. I decided to play Russian roulette and leave it unlocked.
“Soooo, Sam," I said.
"Yes, Shelby."
“What you did to me in the kitchen, that was kind of naughty."
"Really," he said, licking his lips. "What part of it was naughty? The part where I stuck my finger inside of you or the part where I licked your juices off of that finger?"
"I think the part where you stuck your fingers inside of me but didn't let me come," I said, smiling sweetly.
"Yeah, well, we don't always get what we want, do we?" He said, grinning at me.
"True," I said, and then I reached down and pulled off my dress.
He stared at me, his jaw falling to the ground. I was standing there naked aside from a pair of flats.
"What are you doing, Shelby?"
"I think you know," I said. I grinned and then made my way to his bed. I got onto his bed and crawled on all fours up towards the pillows.
He gasped, "Shelby, I'm not about to fuck you right now."
"Why not? You fucked me an hour ago in the living room of all places."
"Yeah, well that was a mistake."
"It's okay though," I said, closing my eyes and spreading my legs.
"What are you doing?" he said.
"I don't need you to get off," I said. I chewed down on my lower lip and I reached my fingers down towards my pussy. My fingers rubbed my clit gently and I moaned slightly. "Oh yeah," I gasped. My other hand reached up and played with my breasts and squeezed my nipples, and I gasped again. "Oh fuck, yeah," I said.
I opened my eyes and saw Sam was now standing at the edge of the bed staring at me. His eyes were filled with lust and desire. And I saw him unzipping his pants. "What are you doing?" I said. "You said that you don't want to play."
He growled as he pulled his cock out. "Like you said, who says I need to play with you?"
I stared at him for a few seconds, confused. And then as his hands moved up and down his cock I realized exactly what he was saying. I closed my eyes again and rubbed myself faster and faster, moving my body up and down on the bed so that my breasts bounced together.
"Fuck yeah," he said, as he continued to jack off. This wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind, but it was most probably the fucking hottest thing I'd ever done in my life.
I could feel myself close to orgasm and paused slightly. I opened my eyes and peered at him. “So, Sam."
"Yes," he said growling, his fist pumping up and down.
"I am this close to coming," I said, licking my lips.
"Yeah," he said.
"Don't you want to see?"
"Don't I want to see?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Move closer."
I shifted down on the bed and he looked at me for a few seconds before grinning. He got onto the bed and stared between my legs, his eyes mere inches from my pussy. I moved my fingers back and started rubbing again. I closed my eyes.
"Oh yeah," I said, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter. And then I felt his tongue on my clit flicking back and forth. I rubbed myself at the same time he was licking me, and I knew that I was not going to be able to last for even 10 more seconds.
His tongue slipped inside of me and my hand fell to the side as I felt my orgasm coming fast and furious.
"Oh fuck yeah," he said, as he grabbed my thighs and widened my legs even more to get easier access. I felt his tongue inside of me, his lips on my clit. And I gripped the sheets as I screamed. "Oh fuck yeah," I said.