Chapter 47: Sam

The next few days at West Valley High brought a subtle shift in the air. The heat remained relentless, but the rumors about Jack and Sam began to die down, like embers dying for lack of oxygen. People still whispered in the hallways—"They were behind the gym," "She left his building"—but the tone was less feverish, more accepting or just plain bored. There were tests to study for, games to watch, new dramas to gossip about. Jack Sullivan and Sam LaRusso were slowly becoming just another couple in the school's teenage landscape.

Miguel Diaz felt the weight of it all, but he kept his mouth shut. He'd seen Tory looking at Jack in the parking lot days ago, her eyes filled with something he didn't want to name. Their argument still rang out—"It's just anger," she'd said—but he knew that confronting her about how she felt about Jack would be opening a door he might regret walking through. "If I ask, she'll either lie or explode," he thought, kicking a rock in the courtyard as the sun burned down above. He let it go, swallowing the doubt like bitter medicine, focusing on the dojo and his classes, but the emptiness between him and Tory grew with every silence.

Meanwhile, Jack and Sam were loosening up, their desire for each other growing like a flame that wouldn't go out. In the hallways, their gazes lingered longer, their faces flushing as their fingers brushed past their books. In the cafeteria, she would lean against him, her blue eyes shining with promise, and he would smile back at her with a smile that said it all without words. Jack's arm felt better—he'd taken the sling off last week, leaving only a light protector, and now he could move it freely, without pain, which only increased his confidence around her. Every touch, every look, fueled the fire that burned between them, a desire that begged for more every day.

It was a Friday afternoon, the sweltering heat wrapping around Reseda like a warm blanket, the cloudless sky burning overhead. Sam texted Jack during lunch: "Come over to my place today? No one's going to be here." He replied with a "I'll be there," his heart racing as he put his phone away, desire already pulsing through his veins.

When Jack arrived at the LaRusso house, the silence was almost palpable—Daniel and Amanda were out at an event or on a short trip, leaving the house empty. Sam opened the door wearing a light blue bikini, the fabric clinging to her curves, her hair loosely falling in messy waves over her shoulders, her blue eyes shining with a mixture of shyness and boldness. "Hi," she said, her voice soft but heavy, pulling him inside with a smile that promised everything.

They went straight to the pool in the back, the sun reflecting off the crystal clear water, the heat making the air shimmer. Jack stripped off his shirt and shorts, leaving him in just his swim trunks, the arm guard still visible but no longer restricting him, his lean but toned body glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Sam dove in first, the water running down his hair and skin as he surfaced, her blue eyes fixed on him, beckoning him over. He jumped in after her, the cold water a shock against the heat of his skin, and swam toward her, their bodies meeting in the middle of the pool.

"You look beautiful," he murmured, his hands rising to her waist beneath the water, his fingers brushing against her wet skin as he pulled her closer. Sam blushed, her blue eyes dropping for a moment before rising to his, desire building as she leaned in, her lips brushing his in a light kiss, but one that was full of promise. They kissed deeper, their tongues dancing, their bodies floating together, her hands moving up his chest, her fingers tracing his muscles as the heat between them rivaled that of the day.

"Let's go to my room," she whispered against his lips, her voice shaking with anticipation, and Jack nodded, the massive desire between them impossible to ignore. They climbed out of the pool, water dripping from their bodies as they climbed the stairs, their wet feet leaving marks on the floor all the way to her room, the door closing with a click that sealed off the world outside.

In Sam's room, the air was warm, the curtains half-open, letting the sunlight filter through in golden streaks. She stood there for a moment, her bikini dripping onto the carpet, her blue eyes wavering as she stared at him, her hands shaking as she began to untie the top. "I... I've never done this," she confessed, her voice low and shy, the blush rising to her neck. Jack took a step toward her, his green eyes shining with desire and trust, his good hand coming up to help her.

"Leave it to me," he said, his voice husky but gentle, his fingers untying the bikini top with ease, the top falling away to reveal her breasts, small but firm, her pink nipples hardening in the warm air. He wasn't a virgin—he knew what to do, how to guide her—and he took the reins, pulling her down onto the bed with a wicked smile. "You're perfect," he murmured, laying her down on the white sheets, his eyes roaming her body as he untied her bottoms, tossing them to the floor, her pussy exposed, her already wet pink lips glistening with desire.

Sam covered her face with her hands for a moment, her blush deepening, but Jack carefully pulled them away, his green eyes fixed on hers. "Don't hide," he said, his voice firm, and she nodded, her blue eyes shining with renewed confidence as he pulled off his swim trunks, his hard cock swinging free, thick and throbbing, the impressive size making her swallow hard. "Jack…" she whispered, shyness fighting with lust, but he climbed over her, his knees around her thighs, his lips coming down to hers in a hot, deep kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as his hands explored, squeezing her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples until she moaned against him.

"Relax," he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck, sucking on the hot, sweaty skin until he left a light mark, his teeth grazing as his hands spread her thighs, his fingers sliding along her wet lips, rubbing her clit in slow, naughty circles. Sam arched her body, moans escaping loudly, her blue eyes half-lidded as he moved lower, his mouth finding her pussy, his tongue licking her lips before sucking hard on her clit, her lips sealed around him, her tongue swirling rapidly as she gripped the sheets, her thighs trembling around his head. "Fuck, Jack… that's it…" she moaned, her voice breaking, her body writhing as he licked deeper, his tongue entering her, exploring her wet heat, the taste of her sweet and salty in his mouth. Sam came, her body shaking against his tongue, loud moans echoing as her blue eyes closed, her face flushed with ecstasy.

He moved up, his hard cock brushing against her belly as he kissed her, the taste of her on his tongue mingling with hers, his green eyes dark with lust. "I want you," she whispered, her voice dirty and shaky, her blue eyes shining with desire, and Jack nodded, grabbing a condom from his backpack—experienced enough to be prepared—tearing the wrapper open with his teeth and unrolling it over his cock in one swift motion, his eyes locked on hers as he positioned himself, the tip brushing against her entrance, her wet lips parting slowly as he pushed in, entering her carefully, her tight heat enveloping him inch by inch.

"Fuck, Sam…" he growled, his voice hoarse as she moaned loudly, her body shaking with the new sensation, her blue eyes widening as he filled her, his thick cock stretching her, the initial pain giving way to pleasure as he began to move, his hips slamming into her ass in a slow, deep rhythm. "You're so tight," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fucked her, her moans filling the room, her breasts bouncing with each thrust as she bucked higher, her wet pussy squeezing him tightly.

"Faster…" she begged, her voice dirty and shaky, her blue eyes shining over her shoulder as she stared at him, and Jack obeyed, speeding up, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with her moans, his cock thrusting in and out of her hard, her slick lips gripping him as he pounded deep, her clit rubbing against the bed with every thrust. "Jack… I'm going to…" she moaned, her body shaking as she came, her muscles squeezing him tightly, hot liquid spilling out as he grunted, pleasure exploding as he came inside her, the condom filling with hot spurts, his hips stilling as they shook together.

But the desire didn't stop there. Jack pulled her up, their sweaty bodies pressed together as he flipped her over, placing her on all fours, her pert ass wagging before him. "Again," he said, his voice husky and dirty, his green eyes darkening as he ripped off the used condom, grabbing another one and putting it on in a hurry, his hard cock throbbing as he positioned himself behind her. He rubbed the tip against her pussy, her wet lips parting as he thrust in, plunging deep in one go, her moan echoing loudly as he gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "You like it like this, don't you?" he murmured, pounding hard, his cock moving in and out at a rapid pace, his balls slamming against her clit with each thrust, her moans turning into screams as he came again, her pussy squeezing him like a vice, liquid running down her thighs as he fucked her over and over, cumming inside the condom with a guttural grunt, his body shaking against hers.

Panting heavily, he flipped her over again, laying her on her back and climbing over her, her knees coming up to his shoulders as he thrust into her once more, his cock slamming deep in missionary position, her blue eyes wide with pleasure as he pounded her hard, his hips grinding into hers, her clit rubbing against the base of his cock with every thrust. "You're mine," he growled, his lips sucking on her breasts, his teeth biting her nipples as she moaned loudly, her hands gripping his back, her nails digging into his skin as she came once more, her body convulsing beneath him, hot liquid soaking the sheets as he came, the condom filling again, their bodies glued together in sweat and ecstasy.

He collapsed beside her, but the fire didn't go out. Jack pulled her onto his lap, their naked bodies fitting together as she rode him, his hard cock sliding into her with ease, her wet lips gripping him as she bobbed up and down, her breasts bouncing before his eyes, her hard nipples brushing against his chest as he gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Fuck me, Sam," he said, his voice dirty and husky, his green eyes locked on hers as she bucked, her clit rubbing against him, her moans filling the room as she came again, her body shaking against his, her juices spilling out as he came inside her, the pleasure exploding in hot waves that left them both exhausted.

They fell onto the sheets, panting, her blue eyes meeting his green ones with a shy, satisfied smile. "That was…" she began, her voice husky, her body still shaking with pleasure, and he chuckled softly, pulling her against his chest, their naked bodies slick with sweat.

"Fuck the world," he finished, his fingers tracing her skin as the heat of the day and desire enveloped them, their bodies surrendered to each other in a flame that would not go out.