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“Spikes Spikes Spikes!”
The LaRusso girl grimaced. Red solo cup in her grasp, the lights flashing around her and the bodies, so many bodies tightly packed together. When Eli told her he had a way of helping her get over her breakup with Miguel, this was not what she had in mind.
The purple haired teen had invited Sam to look around colleges with him, in truth –
He had no idea what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. So, here he was, drowning his problems in alcohol. Well, not really. He was on his second cup.
He turned to face the brunette who was leaning against one of the walls in the corner, she didn’t look too impressed and for some reason it made him chuckle internally.
He stepped over to her, a smirk on his lips.
“How are you holding up, princess?”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine, no thanks to you.”
“Sweetheart, I’m not the one who broke up with you.”
Sam scoffed, she took another swig of her drink. “You invited me here.”
“To forget about Miguel.” He stepped closer towards her, a grin on his lips. “I am trying to help you here.”
Sam rolled her eyes, she pursed her pink lips and slammed her cup down onto the counter beside her. “What if I don’t want to forget about him, huh?” she asked.
“Well, why did you come here?” Eli challenged, his arms crossed. His blue eyes scanned her features, she looked at him. But he couldn’t quite read her gaze.
“You wanted help looking at a college!”
“So, we did that earlier.” Eli shrugged. “What’s the big deal here?”
“I thought I’d be home by now,” she admitted as she looked over at the dancing teens behind Eli. “Not… here. Wherever the hell this is.”
“Now, princess. You know damn well where we are.”
She scoffed. “Whatever, Eli.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, head back against the wall.
“I sincerely thought I was helping you here.” The purple haired boy shrugged.
“Help with what?” She asked.
“Taking your mind off… Miguel.”
“Why? We’re still friends. It’s fine. The breakup was… mutual.”
“Then what’s the big deal?” Eli asked.
Sam shook her head. “There is no big deal here.”
Eli looked at her, confused. He finished his drink and slammed his red solo cup onto the counter beside hers.
“Come on,” he said.
“I don’t want to party.”
“Princess, who said anything about partying?”
“What—”
Eli smirked. “C’mon. Come with me.”
Sam’s mind blurred when he held out his hand for her to take. And she did. She gladly accepted his hand.
They sifted through the crowd of people, his hand never leaving hers as they walked up a narrow staircase, away from the music. Eli opened a door, it was the first one at the top of the stairs. He pulled Sam inside and closed the door behind them.
“You brought me to the bathroom?” Sam asked with a raised brow.
Eli placed a finger against her pink lips.
“You’ll ruin it.”
“Ruin what?” Sam asked.
“The tension.”
“Tension?” Sam asked.
Eli nodded. “You can’t deny it, it’s always been there between the both of us, princess.”
The heat rose in Sam’s body as Eli pressed her against the door. His blue eyes scanned her face. Her skin, her nose, her eyes – she was breathtaking.
“You are so beautiful,” Eli whispered as his index finger brushed across her lower lip.
She closed her eyes, because in all seriousness – she couldn’t believe that this was actually happening.
“Eli—”
“Yes, Samantha?”
“Kiss me.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Sam grabbed the material of his hoodie and pulled him impossibly closer, their lips pressed together. And God, Eli couldn’t help but whine at the taste of her lips. Cherry. She tasted so good.
Her hands found a home draped around his shoulders, her fingers toyed with the loose strands of purple hair at the nape of his neck.
“Jesus–” Eli mumbled in between kisses. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
Sam gasped when he trailed kisses from her mouth, down her jawline, towards the exposed skin of her neck.
“We have to get this thing off you,” Eli said as he tugged at her pink sweater.
“Wait—” Sam mumbled, her hand against his chest. She turned to lock the door behind them. Eli heckled.
“Jesus, the way I’d forgotten about locking the door.”
“It’s fine. I’m the sensible one, remember?” Sam teased.
“And what does that make me?” Eli asked.
Sam bit her lip. “Mm, the impulsive one.”
“Oh yeah?” Eli asked. “Want me to show you just how impulsive I can be, princess?”
Sam whined at his words. Longing for him to touch her again. All of her prayers were answered when he crashed his lips against hers once more. His hands gripped at her waist, just above the waistband of her jeans. She whined as he squeezed her skin. His hot hands against her flesh only made her matters worse.
He latched onto the material of her shirt and slowly began to lift it.
“Is this okay?” he checked.
“God, yes.”
A smirk on his face as he lifted it up over her head. He tossed it onto the floor and took a step back to admire her, specifically the purple bra she was wearing.
“You’re so obsessed with me that your underwear matches my hair, huh?” he asked huskily. He stepped closer and kissed her neck. “Are you going to answer me, princess?” he whispered.
Sam whined. “M-maybe.”
“Thought so.” Eli hummed.
Sam’s body tensed as his fingers trailed along her delicate flesh. First, he traced her collarbones, then he moved down to her waist. Before Sam could so much as utter a syllable he kissed her shoulders. With one finger, he pushed one of the purple straps of her bra down, followed by the second one.
He maintained eye contact as he reached around her back and unclasped her bra. He watched hungrily as Sam tossed it to the floor.
“Fuck—” Eli groaned. “You are so perfect.”
Sam only whined, pulling him closer she kissed him again. Her lips devoured him as she reached for the hem of his hoodie.
“Off,” she instructed.
Eli heckled. “Sure thing, princess.”
He took a step back and pulled his hoodie off along with whatever was underneath it, because as soon as her eyes came in contact with his bare chest she found herself getting hot. Very hot.
“Let me look at you.” Eli groaned as she leaned against the door.
His thumbs gently grazed her chest, and she cried out.
“Oh, you like it when I touch you like that?” Eli asked.
“Y-yes.”
Her responses only encouraged him. He leaned down and kissed her exposed breasts, and by the sounds that left Sam’s mouth, he could tell she loved it. He held them in his palms as he did so, and it was making her so fucking wet. He was practically on his knees as she watched him kiss down her stomach, his trail of warm kisses ended at her hips.
“You’re so perfect,” he said once more. “So fuckin’ perfect.” He looked up at her, his pupils blown. “Are you ready to show me your pretty pussy?”
Sam gasped, but she nodded. “Y-yes.”
“Good.”
Still on his knees, he unfastened her jeans. Sam complied, helping him as he pulled them down to reveal her purple panties.
“Fuck…. So good.”
The jeans were tossed to the side, and Eli watched her. His hands settled on her thighs, he squeezed gently. His fingers toyed with her panties, he rubbed circular motions and cursed at the sounds that escaped her lips.
“I can already feel how fuckin’ wet you are, but I think it’s time I got to see.”
Sam nodded, she pulled down her panties and kicked them away.
“Jesus Christ…” Eli mumbled. He gripped her leg and hoisted it over his shoulder. “Let me get a better look.”
Sam held onto him for support as he slowly teased her wetness with his fingers. She whimpered as he slowly inserted a finger inside of her.
“Eli—!”
“You like that, princess?”
Sam only whimpered in response.
“You’re so wet.”
“Eli—!”
She whined as he stopped his actions. He stood up and placed his fingers against her lips.
“Taste yourself.”
Sam held his hand and sucked at his fingers.
“Fuck… Making me need to taste you now.”
She watched as he dropped to his knees again, he hoisted her leg over his shoulder and slowly began to eat her out. Sam cried out as he licked her wet folds, paying special attention to her clit.
“Fuck—!” Sam screamed, her hands pulling at his mohawk.
Eli hummed against her, and the vibrations coursed through her entire body. He pulled away and smiled. Sam could’ve orgasmed right there when she saw her pussy juices all over his face, and his dishevelled hair.
“How was that?” Eli asked.
“So good,” she panted.
Eli hummed. “So you’ve taken my fingers, my mouth, you know what’s next right?”
Sam nodded eagerly, she looked down at his jeans and could see the erection.
“Show me,” Sam pleaded.
Eli laughed. “Sure thing, princess.”
Samantha watched eagerly as he unzipped his jeans, he pulled them off and left him in just his underwear. She stepped forwards and palmed him through his boxers. He cursed, he leaned against the bathroom counter as she gently traced the outline of his hard dick.
Sam revelled in the control for a while, as she toyed with him – her free hand travelled his chest. Her fingers traced his hips, his abs and his tattoo. She got closer and kissed his neck.
“You’re so hot,” Sam panted as she reached into his underwear.
Eli cursed, head back as Samantha began to jerk him off. But she stopped, just at the right time.
“Fuck–!”
Sam grinned. “Now I want it inside of me,” she whined. “Please.”
“Oh yeah?” Eli groaned. “Turn around.”
“Huh?”
“Hands on the counter, princess.”
Sam whined, and she complied.
“I knew it. You’re so fuckin’ dirty.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t love it,” Sam responded.
“That’s the thing.. I do love it.”
Eli grunted as he bunched Samantha’s hair in his hands, he pulled her back – she collided with his chest. Her backside coming into contact with his cock was enough to make them both whining messes.
“See, you can watch,” Eli explained as he pointed to the mirror. “You’re gonna watch as I fuck you. Isn’t that right, princess?”
“Y-yes, Eli.”
“Good.”
Sam whined as he positioned her the way she previously was, hands on the counter and legs spread — his long fingers still threaded in her brown locks.
“You’re dying to feel my cock inside of you, aren’t you?” Eli teased as he placed kisses against her bare back.
“Y-yes, Eli. God–!”
“Tell me.”
“Eli-!”
“Go on. Tell me how much you want it.”
Samantha’s mind blurred as his grip on her hair tightened.
“So much, please—!”
“Good girl.”
Samantha’s head dizzied at the nickname but she had no time to react when she felt him insert his cock, slowly.
“Fuck—!” Sam whimpered as he filled her up. She watched him from the mirror, he looked so fucking hot. His sweaty forehead, the way his chest heaved. The way he frantically gripped at her.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Eli breathed. “So perfect.”
He stretched her out, and Sam watched through the mirror. Her eyes ablaze as he thrusted slowly. His hand slapped her ass.
“Does that feel good?” Eli asked as he thrusted.
“Y-yes!”
“How good?”
“So fucking good!”
Sam whimpered as increased his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin was mixed with their whines and curses. Eli bunched Sam’s hair in his fist. He pulled her closer, continuing to pound her from behind, his lips grazed her neck as he pulled out.
“I need to watch when you orgasm,” was all he said. He hoisted her up onto the counter and re-entered her.
Sam grabbed at his shoulders as he continued to fuck her hard, maintaining eye contact.
Sam threw her head back. “God–!” she whined as their bodies moved in sync. “You’re so fucking big—!”
“You're taking me so well.”
Sam mewled at his praises, his fingers meeting her pussy as he rubbed at her.
“Come on, come for me.”
“I–” Samantha’s breath hitched in her throat. Her body jolted at the sensation of his dick throbbing inside of her, along with the pressure of his fingers against her clit.
“Make a mess, princess. You know you fucking want to.”
Sam’s entire body convulsed, her legs began to shake.
“Fuck!” Eli cursed as he felt her tight pussy clench around his cock. “That’s right, princess.”
Eli continued to rub at her, her eyes rolled back as the warm sensation washed over her. The sweet cries that escaped her whimpering lips was bliss to Eli’s ears.
“Good girl,” he mewled through his deep breaths.
Sam couldn’t even speak, only let out whimpers. The sensation of both his fingers and his cock was evidently too much for the LaRusso girl to cope with. Eli made a mental note of how to make her orgasm such a way again, because the way her body reacted was fucking perfect.
Eli continued to fuck her, Sam whined as he stretched her out, her entire body twitched as she felt him jerk inside of her.
“F-fuck I’m close.”
“Go on, cum for me,” she encouraged. “You know you want to.”
She could tell he was about to pull out of her, she stopped him.
“If you’re gonna cum, do it inside of me.”
“R-really?” Eli panted.
“Fuck yes.”
Eli groaned, he complied. He gripped her thighs hard, his final thrusts deep as he released his warm load inside of her. He let out an animalistic growl as her pussy wrapped around his cock pulsated.
“Your tight little pussy feels so fucking good, princess.”
He slowly pulled out of her, she groaned at the loss of his cock inside of her. Eli looked down, he revelled at the sight of her pussy which had just been pounded. A devilish smirk on his lips at the very thought. The cum dripped down her legs, he resisted the urge to drop to his knees and clean her up with his tongue — no matter how much he wanted to.
“That was so good,” Sam whined as she remained seated on the counter.
Eli nodded in agreement, he pulled her close and captured her in a kiss. “Just wait until we get to that hotel in Barcelona, princess. The tournament isn’t the only thing to be excited about.”