“She told me her name was Sam on Strick Net.”
Confusion scrolls across his face. “Sam is a tutor. But not Eden.”
“Who is Sam?”
“Eden’s best friend.” He finishes the level and then drops the remote to the floor, glancing at me. “You hooked up with her at one of our parties years ago.”
I smirk. “Be more specific.”
His expression mirrors mine as he says, “The girl from the toga party, freshman year.”
Freshman year feels like an eternity ago. It’s hard to keep track of all the girls I’ve met since then. But I remember the toga party.
“Did she have brown, curly hair and big tits?”
“Yeah. She’s cute. Huge rack.” He holds his hands out in front of him. “Kinda quiet until you give her a few beers.”
It sinks in after a few minutes. Back then, she went by Samantha. That was one of the wildest nights of my life. Sam was insatiable, so eager to fuck I couldn’t take her clothes off fast enough.
After three beers and an hour of Samantha rubbing her pussy on my leg, I had a hard-on that would not quit. She pressed her palms to my chest, staring at me, and licked her lips. Fuck, I wanted to shove my cock between them. I couldn’t stop thinking about her full lips and her mouth.
I slipped my fingers between hers and steered her through the crowded living room to the long staircase to the second floor. She placed one of her long legs on the first step and held onto the railing, her eyes traveling over my body. This girl made my cock so hard I was in physical pain.
I grew impatient after she attempted to take the stairs on her own. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hoisted her over my shoulder, despite my drunken state, taking the steps two at a time until we were inside Romeo’s bedroom.
Samantha sat on the mattress and spread her legs for me, pushing up the sheet to give me a delightful view of her wet, white panties.
“You’re already wet for me.” I licked my lips. “Good girl.”
She leaned back, balancing herself on her elbows, and stared at me. “Touch me, Tucker.”
I dropped to my knees and tugged at her panties, inching them down her thighs. My hands trailed up her thighs, and she shivered from my touch. Fuck, she smelled good, so much so I was dying to taste her.
With her panties out of the way, I moved my hand from her thigh, my thumb rolling over her clit. She bucked against my hand, her eyes focused on me, full of hunger and greed. The desire in her eyes made me want to rip the sheet from her body like a caveman. So I did. I pulled at the top of her toga, revealing her naked body.
She was gorgeous, her skin lightly tanned and silky smooth. I gripped her thighs and buried my head between her legs. Samantha rocked her hips when my tongue connected with her clit and slid between her folds. I lapped her juices, my cock growing harder each time she called out my name.
Whenever my name left her mouth, I wanted to earn her orgasm. The more I licked her pussy, the more I became consumed with her, obsessed with giving her this high. She made the sexiest sounds, which sent me over the edge, further fueling my need to conquer her.
I moved her one leg over my shoulder so I could free my hand. Then, I took her clit in my mouth and sucked hard, pushing two fingers inside her wetness.
“Tucker,” she purred. “Yes, just like that.”
I glanced up at her, annoyed to see her eyes were closed. For a second, I stopped sucking her, my mouth hovering over her soaking wet pussy.
“Look at me,” I growled, and her eyes shot open. “I want you to watch me. I want to look in your eyes and watch you come.”
Her breathing became more erratic, and I swore a few simple words had her closer to finding her release.
I added another finger, my pace quickening. “Come for me.”
She moaned in response, her mouth wide and her eyes fixed on me. We stared at each other as I tasted every inch of her, feeling her body tighten and tremble. Her cheeks flushed, her skin dotted with tiny bumps of arousal. When she rocked her hips, she practically strangled me with her thighs. But it was hot. I moved my long fingers in and out, dragging them against her inner walls.
“I’m…” Her words died off in her throat, replaced by the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard. Taking a chunk of my hair, she arched her hips, screaming my name as she came for me.
“Fuck, Samantha,” I hissed.
I stroked her cheek with my thumb. She smiled but didn’t speak. A satisfied expression stretched across her beautiful face.
