Page 18 of Mary had a Little Harem

"You sure?" Sam teased, pushing her chin up so she had no choice but to look in his eyes.

A shiver ran down her spine. Damn, he was beautiful. "I'm very sure," she whispered, her voice shakier than ever.

Without waiting for her permission, Sam crashed his mouth on hers, stealing her words from her lips. Breathlessly, Mary parted her lips, hoping to draw in more air. Instead, she drew in more of Sam. There was only a vague hint of anise left on his tongue. Mostly, he tasted sweet and dark. Like Pinewood, or maybe cedar.

"Wait," she protested, the image of Louis flashing through her mind as she replayed their kiss in her mind.

"I'm on a date with Louis," she reminded Sam, shocked he'd shamelessly make a move on his friend's date.

Sam chuckled darkly, running his thumb over her bottom lip. "Don't worry about it, Louis and I always share."

Doubt flashed through Mary's mind. Could that be true? Then what was all the testosterone about before?

"I'm not sure-" she started, but Sam cut her off with another possessive kiss. His tongue flicked against her lips, and involuntarily, she parted her mouth for him. Not wasting a second, Sam drew Mary in, his tongue wrapping around hers eagerly.

"Sam..." Mary tried again, pushing him softly away. Damn, that was one hard chest.

"I promise you, Louis and I are okay with sharing," he assured her, grazing his teeth over her cheek down to her nape.

"You sure that's—OH!" Mary gasped as Sam sucked on her soft spot, his tongue playfully darting over her skin. How did he know she was so sensitive in her neck? A lucky guess?

"I'm sure," he growled against her skin, digging his fingers in her hips as he pulled her against him.

Mary stifled a whimper as he pressed his bulge against her. Even without looking or touching it, she knew he was big. And hard. Very hard.

“I only need to hear one word to rock your world,” he murmured, nipping at her neck.

Clouds of lust crowded Mary’s mind, but through the midst of the haze, she managed to breath out a single word. “Yes.”

"Turn around," Sam growled in her ear, nipping her neck again.

Electricity sizzled through her veins as he ground himself against her, eagerly. Desperately. Ever since they met, she'd been running through his head. He wanted her. He needed her. And he couldn't wait.

With one tug, he yanked her flimsy shorts down. His other hand snuck under the hem of her green shirt, over her smooth stomach. She sighed under his touch, arching her back to give him easier access. She could already feel the signature tingle between her legs, the one that would ensure a smooth entry for whatever hardness was waiting for her.

Without any hesitance, he pushed her bra out of the way so he could cup her breast. Mary gasped as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, only softly tugging.

"Shhh, be quiet," Sam hissed in her ear as he pinched her hardened nipple, eliciting another moan from her lips. Wantonly, she ground her ass against his bulge, hoping to make it clear how much she wanted him.

Without another thought, he slipped his hand between her legs. His fingers tickled her thighs as he nudged her.

"Spread your legs for me," he ordered, his cock straining hard against his jeans. He was glad he guessed right. Mary seemed like a tough cookie, but underneath the harshness, there was a submissive girl waiting for him to take charge. If only he could explain how it worked to Louis, but his friend didn't seem to get it.

Mary whimpered, clamping her legs tight around his hand. "Maybe..."

Sam tweaked her nipple harshly, yanking her hard into him so she could feel how mad she was driving him. "Spread wide for me," he commanded, the heat radiating from her core clear enough how much she was really enjoying this.

Without further protest, Mary's legs relaxed. Another surge of electricity shot through her body as Sam pushed her panties to the side and slowly ran a finger through her slit. For a moment, she worried if the other people in the surrounding stalls might be able to hear what they were about to do.

Every worry was erased from her brain as Sam teased her pussy, up to the little button hidden between her folds. With a loud gasp, she pressed herself down on his hand, desperate for his touch. Ever since she broke up with Kurt, the only person touching her, had been herself. And as talented as her own fingers were, nothing beat the touch of another person. Another man.

"What do we say?" Sam grinned as he teasingly drew circles around her sensitive nub.

"Please," Mary whispered, the lump in her throat restricting her from moaning out loud like she wanted to. But she didn't want to get caught and left hanging. She'd do anything to feel him inside her. Even if that meant swallowing her moans and surrendering to his every whim.

"Please?" he grinned, his breath hot in her skin. He pinched her nipple again, pleasure shooting from her chest straight down to her core. Mary could only hope he'd do that right when she was about to unravel.

"Please, I want you inside me," she begged, grinding her hips against him. She could feel his hardness, his lust. He was so close to her, only separated by a couple of layers of fabric. But right now, it felt like it was a mountain. She wanted to reach around and draw him out herself, but she knew he wouldn't allow that. And that just made it even more exciting. Here she was in a bathroom, surrounded by people, about to be taken from behind by a guy she barely knew.

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