The Love Trap ℰ𝓅𝒾𝓈𝑜𝒹𝑒 4 - The Tumble

It has been two weeks since Samantha and Blake have been out to dinner and now Samantha finds herself texting Blake everyday.

Blake: so what is it with your cat and random socks?

Samantha: what do you mean?

Blake: I’m pretty sure I saw your cat sneak under your house with a red sock the other day.

Samantha: Damn it, I knew it! That little devil, I knew one day I’d find out about his secret lair.

Blake: Ah, ok. That escalated quickly.

Samantha cough’s lightly into her hand, realising that she’d been making “aha” sounds while she’d typed.

“Ah Samantha, is everything ok?” Samantha’s boss asks worriedly and she nods her head, her expression carefully blank.

“Well ok, but maybe you should head home early tonight, just in case.”

Samantha tries to argue, but her normally strict boss is having none of it.

“Go home it’s Friday night, you can start the weekend early.”

“Um, ok then,” Samantha concedes, collecting her belongings and heading to her car.

Blake: What are you up to?

Samantha: The boss had sent me home early for some strange reason.

Blake: Your home early tonight? Me too!

Samantha: Oh, cool.

Blake: We should catch up! I’ll come over and we can watch a movie.

Samantha: Um, ok?

Blake: Is that a question or an invitation?

Samantha: Sorry, I meant yes, let’s hang out.

Oh God, oh God, Samantha panics while she makes the quick drive home. Her nerves are shot by the time she enters the house. Samantha barely has enough time to shower before Blake arrives.

“Oh God, what am I going to wear?” She asks an uninterested Harry, who is acting as though he doesn’t steal her socks.

“I guess we’re hanging out so jeans and a t-shirt,” She says to the tabby, before searching for her comfortable clothes.

Once Samantha has pulled on her favourite jeans and a soft blue t-shirt, she freshens her make-up and slides her feet into black sandals.

“Done,” she pronounces happily, just before her doorbell rings.

Samantha pulls open her front door to find Blake standing on her small porch, his thickly muscled frame relaxed against the door jamb. Dear God, she thinks nervously, the man is beyond gorgeous.

“Hey you,” Blake mumurs, his deep voice sending a thrill along Samantha’s spine. Straightening up, he raises an eyebrow, his expression amused.

“So are you going to invite me in or what?” Blake asks, a deep chuckle following his words.

“Oh yes, of course,” Samantha replies, stepping aside to let him in, her face melting with embarressment.

Blake walks past her into the hallway, his face splitting into a sexy grin.

“I bought us dinner,” he says, “I hope you like Chinese food.”

Samantha nods dumbly, before saying, “oh yes, it’s my favourite.”

Before long, Samantha finds herself sitting on the couch beside Blake, a lettuce cup in one hand and an egg roll in the other.

“So what do you want to watch?” Blake asks, his sexy brow furrowing while he waits for her reply.

“Oh, I.... why don’t you decide?” Samantha finally says, her brain distracted by the straining muscles beneath Blake’s thin white tee.

“Ok, I hope you like Marvel,” Blake says, before clicking on the Netflix remote and selecting a popular Marvel movie.

“Are you kidding me? Marvel is my life!” Samantha replies, her excitement transferring to the flat screen.

Grinning at her, Blake starts the movie, his own excitement overtaking hers as they argue over who the best marvel character is.

“Please, Ironman is everyone’s favourite,” Samantha says, rolling her eyes. “Now Deadpool is the anti hero for me.”

“Along with his melted face?” Blake asks and Samantha scoffs.

“Deadpool wouldn’t be Deadpool if his face wasn’t melted off by the oxygen chamber.”

Samantha realises that Blake is staring at her, his expression unreadable.

“Ah, is something wrong?” Samantha asks, suddenly wondering if she’s done something ridiculous.

“No, nothings wrong. It’s just....” Blake appears to be searching for the right words to explain his feelings. “Most women I hang out with would have made a move on me by now, but you haven’t,” he says, obviously at a loss. “You seem more interested in the Marvel movie then you do in jumping my bones.”

Samantha stares at him blankly, her cheeks burning from his words. Dear God, what the hell is wrong with me? She thinks, but before she can form a denial, Blake leans over and draws Samantha into his lap, his strong arms encircling her waist.

“It really is refreshing,” he says, his sexy voice making her forgot whatever it is she is about to say. With a small groan, Blake leans forward, his smooth plump lips pressing against Samantha’s bow shaped mouth in a kiss that sends her mind reeling.

Samantha‘a control suddenly snaps and she is kissing him back with everything she is worth.

Blake makes a “hurrumph,” sound when Samantha topples him onto the couch, but doesn’t push her away. Instead he rolls Samantha onto her back, their bodies pressed together while while Blake slides his tongue between her lips.

“Oh God, yes,” Samantha moans, sucking his tongue into her mouth before rolling her own against his. Blake groans, his cock hardening, his arms wrapping around her to pull her even closer.

“You taste so fucking good,” Blake growls, his hands leaving her waist to travel all over her body. “I want to taste you everywhere,” he says, trailing his lips across Samantha’s cheek to slide kisses down her neck.

Wherever Blake touches her, Samantha burns. She reaches out, running her own hands over the hard planes of his back, her fingers finding his broad shoulders and hard spine.

“Off,” Samantha commands, pulling at Blake’s tight tee. He obliged by leaning back and pulling the offending item over his head, his beautiful body exposed to her.

“I want to devour you,” Samantha murmurs, not even aware she’s spoken. Her hands and mouth move to his firm chest, the tanned muscles contracting as she sucks at his skin.

“Bed,” Blake grunts, before swooping Samantha up into his arms and carrying her off to her room. Once there he drops her onto the mattress, the resounding bounce almost sending her onto the floor.

“Oh no you don’t,” Blake chuckles, catching Samantha before she can fall. “I’m not letting you go that easily.”

Before Samantha’s brain catches up Blake is naked and drawing her own top over her head. Her mouth is watering and her hands are shaking. She reaches out and grasps his huge cock, giving it a squeeze.

“Need you,” Blake growls, his strong hands palming her breasts while he lowers his mouth back to hers.

Soon they are kissing and touching everywhere, Samantha’s last covering pulled off her body as Blake slides down kissing every inch of her.

“Please Blake,” Samantha begs, her body vibrating with need. Blake groans, reaching out to clasp her thighs, spreading them wide before manoeuvring to kneel between them.

“Do you have protection?” Samantha asks, drawing a confident grin from Blake. As soon as he is suited up he’s pushing inside her, his grunts of pleasure echoed by her moans of delight.

“You’re so fucking tight Sam,” Blake growls, his fingers digging into her hips as he claims her body. “It feels so damned good.”

She gasps, lifting her hips as she feels that massive erection stretching inside her. Samantha needs Blake closer, wrapping her legs around his waist she reaches out and draws him down to her.

Soon Blake is thrusting inside her and the sensations are zig zagging from her groin to her whole body.

“Oh my fucking God,” Samantha yells, her hands digging into the soft hair at Blake’s nape. Soon Samantha is kissing him, her tongue sliding into Blake’s mouth while she absorbs his pounding thrusts.

“Going to come,” Blake cries, his whole body twisting as he fucks inside her.

“Oh yes, yes, yes,” Samantha screams, her body tensing around his, her inner walls squeezing him perfectly. Blake feels an instant explosion inside him, his orgasm slamming into his body while he screams out Samantha’s name.

Samantha is whimpering incoherently, the friction of their movements bursting free inside her. She comes in a wet rush, her strength ebbing as she collapses onto the mattress beneath him.

“So that happened,” Samantha says some time later.

“Best orgasm ever,” Blake growls, his strong arms pulling Samantha close.

“So what now?” She asks, unable to hide her shit-eating grin.

“We date, I keep seeing you and I enjoy the crazy hot next door neighbour who happens to tick all of my boxes,” Blake says, his smile wide.

Samantha isn’t sure if she should be flattered or offended, but Blake’s next words have her heart doing that flip flop thing in her chest.

“One things for sure Sam, I’m never letting you go.”