A Bitter Coincidence

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Skylar’s (P.O.V.)

The restaurant, the food, the décor, the view was amazing and completely romantic, it could have been written in a book. The best thing about the whole night and the only view I care about is Sam. He’s been nothing but attentive, caring, funny and too handsome that all I want to do is rip his clothes off and have my wicked way with him.

Once seated at our table and we ordered food and our drinks, our conversation was light and funny. We discussed more about our families and Sam shared funny stories about his past with his siblings and I shared mine with my Grammy and what I could remember with my parents. The whole time, we were touching of some kind, either holding hands at the table, touching legs, even at one point, Sam just leaned over to kiss because he said he just wanted to. Everything was perfect.

“Has Seth mentioned anything about him and George?” I asked over desert.

“No he hasn’t. Seth is always quiet about who he’s seeing or anything about his relationships. He talks to Grace about it more than me.” He shrugged. “Maybe it’s a guy thing. I don’t know.”

“Maybe ask him? Make him notice that you really care. I’m sure he already knows. We could all go out together one night?” I suggested, trying to help in any way I can.

“That’s sweet of you, that sounds like fun, I’ll definitely mention it to Seth.” He smiled.

“Okay. I love this chocolate fudge cake. It’s my favourite.”

“It’s the best, I told you her baking is the best part of the meal.” He chuckled and leaned over the table to wipe something off my face. “You got a bit of chocolate sauce on your chin.” He winked and licked his finger ever so slowly, making sure to get rid of the evidence. He looks so hot doing that simple gesture that I’ve never wanted to break any laws before, but right now, s*x in a public place seems a good way to end my clean slate. I stood up and walked over to him. Sam moved back his chair away from the table and I took a seat on his lap, not exactly straddling him but my legs hung over one side while I face him and brought my arms around his neck. Moving closer, I lightly kissed the corners of his mouth and then moved over to lick his lips. I leaned back and slowly licked my lips whilst looking at Sam, secretly delighted that his eyes had dilated and his hands seemed to hold me tighter.

“The cake definitely tastes better on you. Better be careful there Mr Anderson. I could start eating off you from now on.” I whispered while slowly moving my lips over his. He growled sexily and grabbed the back of my head and smashed our mouths together. Our lips moving over messily and it was a complete turn on, I wanted nothing more than to lift my skirt up and take him right now. Sam grabbed my hips and before I knew it, I was straddling him on his chair. His large hands held onto my naked thighs, seeming to have the similar idea of bunching my skirt up. I could feel the large bulge straining under his trousers. Feeling confident, I moved closer so I could rub myself on him, feeling him under me gave me a sense of power and confidence, especially when Sam, hissed at our contact. He held my ass and held me down harder over his erection. The friction and heat made me instantly wet and my heart rate picked up. I was basically humping Sam in a well-known and very busy restaurant, someone could walk right up here any second. There is barely any clothes between us, all I could do was unzip him and move my panties over…

I was kissing him harder and rubbing myself back and forth over him, feeling him getting harder. My hands were gripping the back of his hair, using it to anchor myself and I also knew that he liked I when I did that, the goosebumps on his neck is a result of this.

I could feel the familiar building of my orgasm and my hips were aching but I knew I needed something else to tip me over the edge.

‘Sam…” I mumbled, lifting my head from his shoulder and looking at him.

“Tell what you need angel. Tell me what you want.” His breathing was harsher, lips plump from our rough kissing.

“You…. I need…more.” I whispered. Suddenly feeling shy. “I need your fingers.”

“Then you’ll get my fingers.” He moved his hand fast, rubbing over my panties and then moving them aside so his fingers found my wet slit. “f**k, your drenched angel. You like my fingers inside you, don’t you?” He rubbed my c**t a few times, which made me buck and squeal, causing new sensations to happen to me. He slowly added a finger and then two, cause me to moan and bit down onto his shoulder. Grinding onto palm while Sam moved his fingers in and out of me, curling them to hit the right spot that will eventually make me see stars. This man knows what to do with these fingers and my God, he should be a saint for this exact reason. Feeling the build-up quickly and myself clenching around Sam’s fingers, which he could feel, he sped up his movements, causing more friction against my c**t. No more than two seconds later, a large wave washed over me and my thighs were shaking and I screamed as silently as I could against Sam’s neck, shuddering against his now slow and delicious movements. After a while, I lifted my head and caught the satisfied gleam of Sam’s eye. He removed his hand from under me and brought his fingers to mouth, licking and sucking them clean. My already hot face was getting hotter.

“That” suck “was” lick “in-“ suck and lick “-credible.” He grabbed my face with his other hand and kissed me deeply and desperately. I could taste myself on his lips and we both moaned. Pulling back Sam said “that was unexpected but you looked amazing and I didn’t want to stop.”

I felt my face heat under his stare and statement. “Thank you for that. I didn’t sit on your lap for that.” I laughed. “But that was a damn good orgasm. You have talented fingers Mr Anderson.”

“You are the one whose talented. I’ve never came like this before, that’s how good it was.”

His statement made me stopped breathing. I looked down his crotch then back up into his eyes. “You came? From me rubbing over you? How?”

“It’s you angel. What you did, what we did together. You were so hot, there was no way I couldn’t, and it was fan-f*****g-tastic.” He showed me his all white, dimpled smile that brought my own. I kissed him once again before I stood up on shaky legs and returned to my seat. Noticing the wetness between my thighs. Looking over at Sam, I noticed him doing the same thing.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom to sort this out. I’ll be back in a sec.” He stood up and bent to give me a kiss on the head before going off to the bathroom. Taking a sip from my drink, I looked over the view of London, feeling this happiness I’ve never felt before. I never want it to end. Feeling Sam walk back in, I never took my eye off the view until he sat down. However, when I looked over, it wasn’t Sam. It was his friend from the hospital. Thomas was it? I have no idea how he knew where I was or why he was here but suddenly that uneasy feeling came hammering back and I never wanted to leave a place so quickly.

“Hi.” I said.

“Hi. Fancy seeing you here.” Smirking his ugly smirk.

“Yes, well I was having food with a friend. Sam actually. He should be back from the bathroom any minute now.” So please f*****g leave.

“I know, I saw him leave and thought I’d say hello again. I haven’t had a chance to speak to Sam yet, guess now is a good time as any.” He picked up the glass of water and took a slow zip, keeping his eyes on me the whole time. “How’s the hospital coming along?”

“Good, I haven’t been there in a few days since my other job takes a lot of my attention too.’

“What is your other job, Skylar?”

“I’m a photography lecturer in college.”

He bobs his head up and down. “Very cool. I can imagine how two very important jobs could be stressful.”

“Yes they could be, but I enjoy both and find them very rewarding.” What is with this guy?! I take my drink and sip it slowly, making sure to keep my hand steady but I can see it slightly shaking.

“Where are you from? I don’t ever remember Sam mentioning you before.” He’s such a d**k.

I nodded and smiled “From up north originally. I’ve lived in London for almost a year now. I’ve only come to know Sam for a few weeks, probably why he hasn’t mentioned me.”

He leaned over the table and lightly touched my hand. The effect causing me to almost vomit. I sat there and I couldn’t move my hand whilst he ever so lightly rubbed it. His fingers rough and cold just like his personality. “Maybe we could get to know one another…” He suggested. I looked up into his eyes and moved my hand just as he leaned back and looked over my shoulder, following with the fakest smile I’ve ever seen. “Sam mate!” he exclaimed and stood up to give each other a brief man hug. Looking up at them, Sam seemed genuinely pleased to see Thomas.

“It’s so good to see you, it’s been a while.” Sam turned to me and I stood up to meet him. His arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me to his side. “This is Skylar, my girlfriend.” He gushed. Thomas’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and something else I didn’t like for the briefest of moments, but he quickly changed his expression.

I turned to Sam, wanting to say something before Thomas did. “Yes we’ve met before. He came to the hospital while you were away in Scotland, looking for you. I’m sorry I didn’t mention it before. It slipped my mind.”

“It’s okay.” He kissed my head and turned back to Thomas. “Was it anything important?”

“Nah just wanted to have a quick chat, see if you wanted a drink. But I got to meet Skylar that night, so it wasn’t all that bad.” He winked at me. ACTUALLY WINKED.

“We spoke for a minute, but I was leaving the building anyway, so we walked about together. Willy picked me up that night.” Secretly clarifying to Sam we didn’t actually go out or did anything.

“I’m glad you ran into each other. I’ve been meaning to introduce Sky to my friends. What you doing here tonight?”

“I have a hot date tonight.” Looking at his watch “she should be downstairs, so I need to go. Meet up soon for a drink?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll text you and we’ll get the gang together.”

“Great. Nice to meet you again Skylar.” With that he left and it was just Sam and I.

“You okay?” He asked me.

“I am, why wouldn’t I be?”

“No reason. I’m glad you two have met.”

“How long have you known each other?” Still standing, I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Since we were kids. We went to school together and then university. He stuck with me through my healing process.”

I nodded and look back at door. “He’s a good friend?”

“Yeah, he’s one of my closest friends. He’s a good guy. I think you two would get along.”

Yeah…. Maybe not.

“You ready to go? Or would you like more desert?” I asked and winked up at him.

He picked me up and kissed me. “I have squirty cream and chocolate in my fridge at home. Let’s make our own desert.” His cheeky smile set me off. I laughed and got my things from the table. I knew there was a reason why desert was my favourite meal.