Everything about Sam was hard and powerful and it wasn’t long before I could feel my orgasm building. As my skin heated as the first waves of my climax started to roll through me, Sam’s phone began to shrill out from on top of his chest of drawers. He didn’t stop or hesitate as he continued to pump into me, his lips helping to bring me to my pinnacle with heated kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
As the phone stopped ringing, my orgasm hit and I cried out as the pleasure engulfed me.
“Oh shit.”
Sam continued moving in and out of me, hard and fast, and as my body started to relax into the overwhelming euphoria, he came hard, cursing and gripping the pillow next to my head.
As we both gasped for breath, Sam’s mobile started ringing again.
“Who the fuck is that?” he groaned, pulling out of me and moving onto his back, his chest heaving heavily.
“Answer it,” I said breathily.
“Later.” Sam turned his head to me and grinned. “Well that was pretty fucking awesome.”
I gave him a shy smile, not sure why, seeing as he’d pretty much seen every part of me, naked.
“You hungry?” he asked, leaning up on one elbow just as his mobile stopped ringing again.
“Yes,” I replied. “And you know what I could eat?”
“What?” He reached up and pushed some hair from my face, letting his hand linger of my cheek.
“Cornflakes.”
Laughing as he got out of bed, Sam removed the condom and wrapped it in a tissue before throwing it into the small waste bin by the door. “Really, not toast or pizza, but cornflakes?”
I nodded and turned onto my side, giving me a better view of his gorgeous face and dark brown eyes...and naked body.
“Okay let me-.”
As his mobile started again, Sam stopped talking and looked at it over his shoulder.
“Fuck it, whoever it is must be desperate to talk to me.”
I glanced at the old fashioned alarm clock ticking away and saw that it was almost one in the morning, and suddenly my heart started to beat faster. No one called at this time, unless it was an emergency. Sam padded across to the stereo, turned it down, and then snatched up his mobile, as I watched him warily and waited, holding my breath as he answered.
“Eli, this better be fucking important.”
I guessed that Eli was already speaking, because almost immediately Sam dropped his head back and let out a sigh.
“I’ve no fucking idea,” he cried, looking agitated. “Last time I saw her she was talking to that tall girl with the tattoos, Bernadette or something, the one who looks like Pink…no, who told you that?” Sam scratched his head and looked around the room. When his eyes landed on his jeans he moved over to them and snatched them up from the floor and put them on, his mobile wedged between his shoulder and his ear, still listening.
“Okay, calm down,” he said as his zipped up his jeans. “Give me half an hour and I’ll be there…no, just stay at the fucking apartment and keep calling her mobile…I have to get a fucking taxi Elijah, so shut the fuck up…I’ll be there.”
He stabbed a finger at his phone, ending the call and threw it onto the bed.
“I’m so sorry, Maisie,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Elijah got home and Amy isn’t there. He said some of her stuff is gone and a couple of people at the party said they’d seen her run out in floods of tears but he has no idea why or what the problem was.”
“Oh my God,” I cried, scrambling out from under the duvet. “Do you think she’s okay?”
Sam shrugged as he picked up his t-shirt and turned it outside-in, before pulling it on. I picked up my underwear and clothes and while Sam put on his socks and shoes, got myself dressed.
Finally we were both ready and when Sam turned off the stereo, we turned out the light and left his room with the lingering smell of sex in the air.
Samuel
the present
