samuelcavs

[samuelcavs]

brynnanders​:

For one month I did everything I could to avoid thinking of Samuel in a sexual way— and any way that wasn’t 100% friendly, which I failed at miserably. While I held myself together when we ate together or watched TV, every night my panties were drenched from thinking about what had happened between us. I ended up slipping my fingers between my legs and pretending it was his much rougher ones moving in and out of me, making me cum. It left me frustrated and unsatisfied, because I didn’t want to crave him this much now. Not when it felt like he’d only noticed me when I was attempting to move on.

Tonight, I couldn’t hide anymore.

Nodding quickly at his first question, I parted my legs a bit more for him and moaned loudly. His gaze pierced through mine and I looked away, too nervous about the feelings and intensity I could see in my best friends gaze. I caught a look at the couple fucking hard, but my focus was pulled by Sam’s large hands cupping my jawline. He demanded my attention, turning my face to meet his gaze and I did, my softer body moving under the force of his thrusts. “I thought you wanted to watch.” I breathed, my arms sliding around his neck and bringing him closer. My tits pressed to his muscular chest and I cried out at the extra friction, the sound muffled against his neck. My legs trembled, the orgasm closer than I expected and I arched my back. “Oh god, Sam…”

There's a part of me that wants to laugh, finding the idea of my being jealous over a goddamn porno to be hilarious — because fuck, I was the one who put the damn film on, hoping to taunt Brynn into finally admitting she wants me. It's something we've been dancing around for weeks now, ever since the night we shared when I fucked her so hard she could hardly move, and after weeks, I was determined to show her just how badly she craved me. But here I am, licked by jealousy over the idea of sharing her attention, even for a moment, as my cock is sheathed inside of her. I grip at her jawline, shaking my head as I lean in, kissing her harshly, bruising her lips with my kiss as I slam into her, fucking her so deeply that the legs of the couch creak against our hardwood floor. "I'm not sharing you," I grunt out against her lips between thrusts, my words barely audible over the sounds of slapping flesh.

She moans out as my hand moves from her jawline to her tits, pinching those perfect little nipples just the way she likes, and I shake my head before my lips drift to her jawline. "These tits are mine," I growl out, my teeth biting at her skin as I mark her as my own. It's only then that I shift our position, moving her to her hands and knees on the couch, her tits rubbing erotically against the throw pillow beneath her, my hand primed to slap her delicious ass. The sound of my hand against her skin echoes through the room as I move behind her, causing my lips to lift. "This ass is mine, and I'm the only man who will ever fuck it, ever make you cum just from filling your tight little hole." Brynn moans, rocking her hips back, eager to be filled again, needing the orgasm she was so close to before I changed our position, and I let out a growl against her skin, biting her neck again before I slam into her. "And your cunt is mine— I won't share you, Brynn. You're mine, mine to use, and play with— and I'll fuck you all night until you admit it to yourself. You won't run away from me again."

[samuelcavs]

brynnanders​:

Loud moans and grunts fill the house, the sound coming from the living room. I walk inside, eyebrows raising as my eyes lock with a porn movie on the TV, the guy fucking the girl fast and deep ass she plays with her tits. A warm presence stops behind me, bare chest pressing to my back as Samuel’s hot breath brushes against my neck. “I found us a new movie to watch.” He says huskily, calloused fingers trailing up my thigh under my dress. I bite my lip, surprised by his bold move when I’ve been avoiding closeness ever since our first time a month ago. Then again, Samuel always went after what he wants.

Silently, I turn around, meeting his darkened gaze. Samuel is wearing only black track pants, the big bulge noticeable as he steps closer, skilled hands unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the ground. In my white lingerie, I lean on my tiptoes, kissing him deeply as he picks me up and leads me to the couch. The way he gently puts me down and pulls back, I know he’s thinking of going down on me, but the throbbing between my legs has me stopping him. The sounds of the couple fucking are strangely erotic and I find myself wanting and feverish, craving to be filled. “No foreplay.” I whisper against his lips, tugging down his pants to free his glorious cock. My best friend groans but nods, body pressed to mine as he pushes my lace panties aside and slams into me. I arch my back, crying out his name. My legs lock around his waist and I roll my hips, meeting his rough thrusts with sensuous ones of mine own, the friction of the fabric against my clit mixed with his rough movements inside me, stretching me nearly throwing me off the edge. “Oh Sam, don’t stop. Harder, please.”

Truth be told, I understand Brynn's reluctance to be with me. I've never made a secret of that, even when her constant rejections and 'it won't work out's' threatened to snap my heart in two — I got it. There was every chance in the world that my actions that night, and every other night I've pursued her really, were far too little, much too late, and I've understood that. Really, I have — but I've also seen the way she looks at me. I've seen the way her breath catches when I wear those track pants that hang low on my hips, the way if I come out of the shower clad barely in a towel, her gaze lingers a little too long — and best of all, I've heard the name she moans out when she touches herself at night.

Our house isn't that fucking big, and I jerked off hearing her moans last night, I decided I've had enough — we can't avoid this forever. I turned on a porn film, knowing she'd be home soon, my fist surrounding my cock as I wait for her. Within a few minutes, Brynn walks into the living room and I come up behind her, my lips immediately finding her neck, sucking at her gently as she moans, her body melding to my touch. I move to lay her down on the couch, fully planning to take it slow, to make love to her with my mouth, but then her words stop me. They're not a rejection, but a plead for something else, and it's those words that have me tearing at her panties, tossing the ruined fabric to the floor as I slam into her, my lips finding hers as I start to fuck her roughly. Harshly, my balls slapping against her skin as I growl out, my hands digging into her hips, her moans almost as loud as the porn film playing behind us. "Is this what you wanted?" I catch her jawline, forcing her to look at me as I fuck her deeply, my cock slamming into her in a rough motion. "Look at me, don't look at the movie — I want you to watch me as I fuck you."

Loud moans and grunts fill the house, the sound coming from the living room. I walk inside, eyebrows raising as my eyes lock with a porn movie on the TV, the guy fucking the girl fast and deep ass she plays with her tits. A warm presence stops behind me, bare chest pressing to my back as Samuel's hot breath brushes against my neck. "I found us a new movie to watch." He says huskily, calloused fingers trailing up my thigh under my dress. I bite my lip, surprised by his bold move when I've been avoiding closeness ever since our first time a month ago. Then again, Samuel always went after what he wants.

Silently, I turn around, meeting his darkened gaze. Samuel is wearing only black track pants, the big bulge noticeable as he steps closer, skilled hands unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the ground. In my white lingerie, I lean on my tiptoes, kissing him deeply as he picks me up and leads me to the couch. The way he gently puts me down and pulls back, I know he's thinking of going down on me, but the throbbing between my legs has me stopping him. The sounds of the couple fucking are strangely erotic and I find myself wanting and feverish, craving to be filled. "No foreplay." I whisper against his lips, tugging down his pants to free his glorious cock. My best friend groans but nods, body pressed to mine as he pushes my lace panties aside and slams into me. I arch my back, crying out his name. My legs lock around his waist and I roll my hips, meeting his rough thrusts with sensuous ones of mine own, the friction of the fabric against my clit mixed with his rough movements inside me, stretching me nearly throwing me off the edge. "Oh Sam, don't stop. Harder, please."

[samuelcavs]

suestrms:

Sue bit her smile, casting her gaze down with the silly hope that her long blonde hair would cover her cheeks that were now painted red. There was nothing unusual in the way that Reed spoke or even their situation at the moment, but even as she tried to get closer to him, her reactions seemed to betray her. “Mm, I would love that.” She said, wrinkling her nose. “I’m starving, oh my God.” The girl commented, reaching for the menu and going through the options she knew all too well by now. “I eat pizza so often that I’m out of options by now, I swear.”

He couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, his head shaking in the wake of Sue’s words. There was something incredibly different about her, something more honest than anyone else he’d ever known. Unlike everyone he knew, including himself, Sue was herself, unapologetically so, and it was evident in the very way she conducted herself. And it was something he’d grown to appreciate, maybe even part of the reason he liked her so much ⎯ even if he’d never admit it for fear of not having a chance with her. “Then we’ll order pizza,” he told her with a good-natured smile. “You can pick anything you want, we don’t have to stick with just cheese the way Johnny thinks we do.”

[samuelcavs]

suestrms:

At the age of nineteen, Sue had met all types of guys and yet none seemed to compare to Reed. There was something different about him, something other than looks and common intelligence; in her eyes, he was absolutely brilliant, and it seemed rather unfitting that he was the one not to notice. Her brother often teased her, and she suspected he truly didn’t have a clue that his jokes were true, deep down. He seemed to notice her, however, not the way others did. “Don’t be silly.” She told him, tucking a rebel piece of hair behind her ear. “I’d rather be here with you, this is more important than a night of drinks.” The blonde told him softly, biting down on her lip. 

He couldn't help but feel his lips twisting upwards in a smile, a direct symptom of her words. Although he tried to mask his pleasure, Reed knew that she'd pick up on his mood, and because of that, he sent a smile in her direction. "Well, regardless," he spoke up, his gaze lingering on hers. "I appreciate the fact that you're willing to stay in with me. It means a lot." His gaze flickered over to the pizza menu sitting on the table beside them, and Reed let out a booming laugh. "We could order a pizza if you wanted."

[samuelcavs]

It wasn’t that he’d meant to spend six hours in the lab that morning after promising to go out with his friends, but the truth was ⏤ he’d just gotten so excited. It was no wonder that the girl of his dreams, Sue, wouldn’t give him a chance past helping him on whatever his latest project was. Her brother called him a nerd, passing it off as a joking comment, but the term couldn’t be more accurate. Like most in his field, he couldn’t take a day off of work, even as a kid, and because of that, Reed had fewer friends than most. And now as he looked beside him, he couldn’t help but let out a groan. “I’m sure this is your ideal Saturday night, yeah? You could’ve gone out with the others.”