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I ignored Caramel, turned on my heels to look at Becca with poison laced in my eyes and shoved Caramel out of my way, leaving out the door. I only managed to hear her ask Becca what my deal was before moving out of earshot.

I was grateful that I had changed out of my wet clothes. Downstairs, Justine was seated on a couch, his face buried in his hands. On my arrival, he shot his head up to look at me. I could not exactly decide on how to react to his presence.

I stared at him blankly and grabbed a jacket I found hanging on a nail by the door, not caring which one of my sisters it belonged to.

I violently opened the door, touching my back pocket to confirm whether there was still change in there for me. Once I was certain I wouldn't end up getting stranded, I slammed the door behind me and headed straight to the bus stop, knowing the best place for me to go at the moment was to be with a man of distraction.

*

I stood waiting in front of Sam's door. I had knocked over four times and there was still no response from him. The rain had stopped but the clouds were still dark and the wind was playing with my emotions.

I caused my knocking to intensify, not giving up on him. I knocked without stop ignoring the noise pollution I caused the neighbourhood.

It wasn't long when the door came open and an astonished Sam stood in front of me. "Girl, what the hell?" He gasped, eyeing me from head to toe. "What is the big idea?"

I pushed him out of my way and into his condo. He bolted the door behind me and stood still in front of me. "Ally? What exactly is going on? Why didn't you call to let me know you were here? I was about to take a nap and-"

I cut him short, pulling him close to me and landing a kiss on his lips. I had no time to explain to him that I had come without my phone so I thought it would be best to jump into action.

He didn't bother to argue with me. Instead, he pulled my waist closer and kept his hand there. Our kisses deepened and soon were accompanied by moans.

Things were about to get rough and I was grateful for that. I loved how I could come to him whenever I needed to. I jumped a little and wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping my arms around his neck, sucking on his lips like a starving dog. He supported me from falling, keeping his hands on my buttcheeks and digging his fingers harshly through my pants.

He pulled away for a little moment, panting heavily and trying to catch his breathe. "Do you want us to go to the bedroom?"

"No." I blankly put and crashed my lips against his once more. He didn't argue and moved with me in his arms towards a wall. Once I was trapped between his body and the wall, he let go off my waist and began to move his hands towards my breasts.

He cupped each one in his hand and squeezed gently, leaning his head towards my neck and sucking on the skin. I had to tighten my legs around his waist and grip his shoulders tight to prevent myself from falling.

He sucked on my neck harshly and I was certain he would bruise that area but with my hormone levels risen that way, it was a major turn on. He knew how to please me in all the right places.

I moaned, craning my head upwards to grant him enough access to suck appropriately.

He decided it was enough with that because he put me down and led me to a couch. He helped me sit on it and went on his knees. I assisted with pulling my pants down my legs and he slipped my panties off without stress.

The second his tongue came in contact with my clitoris, my eyes went shut and Justine's image came filling my head. This was supposed to help me forget him but it brought back the torture.

Sam's tongue drew circles around my clitoris and that reminded me of Justine's lips against mine. The strange salinity they possesed, the fullness when I sucked on his lower lips. "Fuck." I groaned, reliving the pleasure.

Sam must have thought that compliment was for him because he slipped one finger into my moist core and began to thrust it in and out in a rushed motion. My moans filled the room but I couldn't care less.

"More Sam, more." I was careful with my choice of names this time around and that led him to the introduction of a second finger.

I gripped on tight to the couch, lifting my hips off for a minute to grant him enough access. His thrusts became torturous because they made me crave for more.

"Oh yes baby, perfect." I cried through loud moans, surprised I could even find the strength to talk. I was close to an orgasm and he knew it and so he withdrew his fingers.

The instant action caused me to whimper in disapproval but he stood to his feet and kissed me harshly, pulling away to say, "let us save that for the main event."

I forcefully pulled him back to me and that reunited our lips. I sucked on it thinking only about Justine. The lust in his eyes when he had stared into my orbs before kissing me. He wanted me just as much as I needed him and that was an assurance that caused the heat in me to rise.

I was going to get him and nothing, not even the love I had for my sister, was going to stop me.

"Come on," Sam stood and helped me to my feet, "let us go grab some condoms."