Restaurant bathroom - Sam (Smut)

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Song: The weeknd - Or nah (Cliché song for sex, but quite catchy)

You sat at the restaurant table with Sam as he kept running his hands along your legs and thighs. "Sam," You gave him a warning look that if he didn't stop it would result in you fucking him right here. "I mean it." You moved his hand away and he moved it right back. He leant in and whispered slowly into your ear, "I want to take you to the bathroom and fuck you." He pulled away, ordering his food as if he hadn't just said what he had. A gasp fell through your lips and Sam looked at you with a little smirk, "Order honey." You couldn't think straight. Sam messed with your sane mind.

"I uh-" Sam cut in to avoid you being a gibbering mess, "She'll have the number 6 with a glass of red wine." The waitress walked away to place the order.

"Get up and go the the bathroom." You waved him off, and he left. You followed after him and walked in the one person bathroom, Sam locked it as soon as you walked in. He picked you and you wrapped your legs around his waist. The friction from his clothed sex against yours drove you crazy. He put you against the sink, lifting up your dress and unzipping his pants just enough to fuck you and zip them back up. You pulled your underwear to the side and let Sam have entrance. He placed himself with you, and didn't let you have time to adjust to his large size.

He banged you into the sink and mirror, almost breaking something from being too rough.

"Sam!" You screamed, forgetting you were in a public restroom. "Shhh." Sam covered your mouth with his hand. Sam's skin slapping against yours and deep grunts filled the bathroom. Holy shit. Holy shit. "SAM." You bit your lip to prevent yelling this time. Sam only went faster each time you whined and moaned his name. "Feels so fucking good." Sam groaned, tugging your hair to give him access to your neck. Slap slap slap.

Your mouth couldn't make out any words to reply. This was the definition of heaven. Sam, you and fucking. More accurately, him fucking you. No other man could make you feel the way Sam does. God, thinking about him drove you insane.

"Sam, I'm gonna come." Sam glanced down to your whimpering face, "Come." His voice was lower than you've ever heard before. Low, deep and rugged. Fuck. Here it came. The familiar clench and climax.

You reached up to grab his bulky shoulders and hold on for dear life as you rode out your orgasm. "Fuck fuck fuck." You arched your body into his, hearing him deeply groan. Climax washed over you like a tidal wave. Sam gripped your hips and thrusted faster, approaching his climax too.

"Sam, come." You moved your hands from his shoulders to his hair. You looked into his eyes as he climaxed. He was beautiful. Even when not trying, he was so beautiful. He threw his head back in ecstasy as he stopped his movements. "Holy shit, (Y/N)," Sam chuckled, coming down from his high. "We just had sex in a fancy restaurant bathroom."

"Yeah, and it was the best sex I've ever had with you." You patted his chest, kissing his cheek and sliding your dress down. He zipped up his pants and fixed his hair. "One at a time." You laughed, letting Sam go out first.

You followed him shortly after. Right when you sat down, the waitress brought your food. "Good way to pass time." You whispered into Sam's ear, hearing him snort and laugh.

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