The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Fourteen (NC-17)
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“Shhh, they’ll hear you,” Theresa warned as Sam slipped into her room. “That freakishly red haired girl is across the hall and she has ears like a lynx. Literally.”
Sam shrugged and smiled faintly. “I’ve got a wheelbarrow load of siblings. I can do quiet.” He stood where he was, just inside the door and smiled nervously. “So… you wanted to see me?”
Theresa cocked her head to one side bemusedly, strolling over to him as if she had all the time in the world. “You sound as if you’ve been called into the headmaster’s office, Sam,” she said lightly. “Am I really that bad?” She stopped just before him, reaching out and trailing her fingers lightly up his bare arm to the sleeve of his t-shirt. “I do apologize if I am…”
He shook his head determinedly. “No, you’re not that bad… or any kind of bad,” he stumbled, transfixed by the tip of her tongue darting out to moisten her naturally dark pink lips. “I just… I just… I guess I’m kind of confused is all. I mean… First we, you know, and then you pull away. Then we you know what again and then you bitch at me…”
Theresa sighed and let her fingers wander to his shoulder, where she gripped him lightly and pulled him a bit closer. “I guess I’m confused, too,” she admitted. “Even right now, I don’t know whether to say sweet things to you or kick you out before I say them.”
“Uh… huh?” He recoiled slightly, his brows drawing together and a frown forming on his lips. “You drunk?”
She snorted. “Not hardly. Look, it’s like this…” She released her hold and wandered to her bed, sitting on the edge and looking at him expectantly. When he sighed and came to join her, sitting so tentatively beside her that he barely made a dent in the mattress, she continued. “I heard Sean and Emma talking yesterday…”
“I don’t get why you call him Sean,” he broke in, obviously nervous about whatever she had to say next. “He’s your dad and all…”
Theresa raised a brow, a shade irritated by his outburst. “He is my biological father. He isn’t my dad.” She took Sam’s hand in hers and laced their fingers together, smiling tightly now. “Anyway, they’re going to Boston. I’m going to go help set up the school so I can have some spending money this fall… but they were talking and it sounds as if they will be weeding out the wheat from the chaff, as it were. Like some of us are going to be relocated.”
“Are… you?” he asked slowly, squeezing her fingers in his, careful not to hurt her. His heart beat oddly at the idea of her going away, even if it was just to Boston and not the other side of the world. “Do you want to go?”
“No. And no.” She shrugged again and carefully avoided his intent gaze. “I think I’d like to stay here. I haven’t been fair to you lately, snapping and snarling when I was mad at someone else. I’m a big enough person to admit when I’m wrong and Sam dear, I’ve been wrong.” She turned liquid blue eyes to his brown ones and sighed. “Forgive me?”
He nodded, then swallowed hard. “Theresa, I didn’t think you were being that mean to me…”
“Darling, don’t be a doormat. I was an absolute bitch to you some days…” She reached across with her other hand and rested it on his knee, pausing before slowly trailing it up his thigh to brush across his as yet unresponsive length, then back down to kneeknee. “And I probably will be again before we go our ways, if we go our ways…”
“That’s okay,” he murmured, transfixed by the circuitous route her touch was taking, never quite the same twice over but always familiar enough to lull him into a relaxed state of mind.
Theresa smiled more genuinely and shifted so that she leaned on one hip, facing him more fully. “Sam, I’d like for us to have a more certain relationship.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean,” she said softly, letting her fingers linger over the growing bulge in his pants, looking up at him through lowered lashes, “that I’d like for us to be more… active…” She raised her lashes and affirmed, “Sexually.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, cursing the slight break in his voice. “ I thought maybe you were kinda off that… since I apologized and all…”
She sighed and began working the zipper of his jeans down. “Sam, you think too much sometimes. Just close your eyes and relax.”
He did just that, sucking in a sharp breath as her fingers freed him from his clothing, closing loosely around his member as she shifted. He knew without looking that she had dropped to her knees. He felt her press against him, parting his legs so that she could get closer. Sam very nearly cried out in surprise at the first touch of her mouth on his length. They had not done this before, in their hurried couplings between classes or late night trysts, fearful of Logan or her father. He shivered as her tongue traced a wet, soft yet rough path up the underside of his length from the base to the tip, swirling across the purpling head as she murmured appreciation. His fingers twisted in the bedding as he leaned back, trying not to moan. Theresa slid her mouth a bit further over his arousal, taking him further into her waiting mouth, drawing on him and laving him the entire time. He knew that he would not last long but he did not care. It all felt too good, too new, to be concerned about it just then. Sam arched his hips, trying to get her to take it deeper. After a brief, warning pinch to his hip, making him hiss in pain, she did take him a few inches further, nibbling and licking his length as her hands slid to his chest, her fingers flicking across peaking nipples. He shivered and smiled as she redoubled her efforts, her head bobbing between his thighs as he tried to be quiet. The familiar sharp tightening sensation in his lower abdomen hit him hard, unexpectedly. It spread through his body, this need for immediate release, the need to feel himself in her mouth, feel her swallow him… The first wave of climax made him cry out her name and sink his fingers into her hair, holding her still as his hips raised against her. She moaned around him, swallowing every drop of release as he collapsed back onto the bed, panting for air. “Theresa,” he breathed, “that…”
She cut him off this time, rising to lay beside him. “Sean thinks I should stay here, to be near him. I think I’m going to Boston. Come with me.”