Author's Note (12-27-11): First, I want to say thank you so much for the reviews; you don't even know how much it means to me! I was in a little bit of a rush yesterday and this was kind of posted on a dare so sorry for the lack of an intro. I'm not new to fanfic but this is my second Samcedes story. Initially it was going to be a one-shot then I got a few prompts and well, this could possibly go on forever! Usually, when I write fic it's AU but I'm going to try a few canon ideas in these drabbles. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and please leave some feedback and requests if you'd like. :)

Sam took a slow sip of his whiskey sour, scrolling through emails on his phone, attempting to unwind after a hellish day.

Seeing nothing important, he debated if he should try to call home again after receiving no answer on the previous call. He started to dial then thought better of it, tossing his phone on the bar before picking up his drink. He finished it off in one gulp and signaled for the bartender to make him another.

Initially he had been pissed about his flight being cancelled due to the freak ice storm on the East Coast but the alcohol had all but convinced him it was for the best. After beating the mad dash once the announcement had been made and successfully booking a room in the airport's hotel, he was unwinding at the unusually crowded bar.

He watched the news report on the television mounted above the bar, laughing at the children who had turned a normally busy street into their own personal ice rink, the northbound lane was for hockey while the southbound lane was reserved for free skating. He was happy that someone was enjoying it even if he couldn't.

The bartender placed the drink in front of him and he grabbed it immediately, taking a big gulp, groaning as it slid down his throat. Feeling his mood lift significantly, he asked the bartender to change the channel to ESPN where he was able to catch the start of a college basketball game.

He was completely engrossed in the game until he heard her laughter. His head jerked curiously in her direction, breath catching as he gawked, entranced by her graceful movement.

He continued staring as she ordered her drink, glossy hair bouncing as she sat one stool over. He longed to touch the cascade of lightly curled strands that draped over her shoulders. Doing a full pan, he marveled at her blemish-free mocha brown complexion, ached to suck on her bow-shaped upper lip and its plump twin and positively anxious to remove the purple sweater dress that hugged every abundant curve of her luscious body along with the stilettoed ankle boots that emphasized her calves.

"I'm going to try my best to make it tomorrow but I'm not sure how the weather will be. It's always something, right?"

She bit her lip while letting out the cutest giggle he had ever heard. Although the bar was packed and he could hear snippets of other conversations, her infectious laughter carried over all of the others.

"Right, I know. Okay, I'll call you first thing in the morning! I love you, too, bye!"

The beautiful stranger made a kissing sound into the phone before disconnecting the call, the sound simultaneously turning him on and making him jealous. Wait, jealous? He didn't even know this woman nor had a claim on her so why was he jealous? The Goose definitely had him feeling loose.

Shaking his head, he finally forced himself to turn away, focusing his attention back on the game.

Mercedes had noticed him the moment she entered the lounge, making a bee-line for the stool as soon as it was vacated. Maybe it was the fact that his blond hair stood out in a sea of brown or the way he leaned over the bar, drawing attention to his perfectly sculpted ass as he sipped his drink but one thing she knew for sure was she wanted him.

She was amazed that she could follow everything her agent was saying considering the tall distraction waiting at the bar. Playing it cool, she calmly sat down to finish the conversation, checking him out from the corner of her eye.

After ordering her drink, she contemplated whether or not she should say something to him. True, it had been years since she picked up a guy and she didn't know if she still had game but she was willing to try if it meant he would be in her bed tonight.

She took a nice sip of her Manhattan, a delicious rush of blood hitting her temples almost instantly and she felt her confidence soar to new heights. She could tell he had noticed her as well by the way he was pretending to be lost in the game. She grinned at his insistence, deciding to have a little fun before going in for the kill.

"Did I miss anything good?"

Sam turned quickly, clearly surprised that she was talking to him. He was taken aback momentarily then remembered he was supposed to be watching the game for real, scrambling to come up with an answer.

He smiled shyly and answered, "No, not really. It's pretty one-sided so far."

He gestured to the monitor and she took notice of the length of his fingers, immediately pressing her thighs closed as she tried to focus on the scoreline instead. Once she saw it, her eyes immediately darted back to his face, their gazes locking for a heart-palpitating instant.

Her chest heaved while he let out a slow breath. It was obvious that the mood had changed, baser needs taking precedent over everything else.

He wondered if he should try to steer the conversation back to the game when she extended her hand and introduced herself.

"I'm Kelly and you are?"

He shook her hand and replied, "Jack. It's nice to meet you."

His low baritone was wreaking havoc in her mid-section and she was thankful she was able to keep her voice even when she said, "It's nice to meet you, too."

Sam grinned as he finished off his drink and she noticed his wedding ring. If Mercedes was in her right mind that would have been a deterrent but the events of the day had her feeling bolder than usual.

An hour had passed as they watched the game together, laughing at how badly the losing team was getting beaten. The conversation had been easy and they thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. He was just about to ask her upstairs when her phone vibrated loudly against the bar. She picked it up, frowning when she noticed the number.

"Hey Tana. Girl...what? Hold on for a second." She sighed as she muted her phone, an apologetic smile on her face as she said, "I'm so sorry but I have to take this."

It became clear that she was leaving and while he was disappointed, he certainly understood.

He shrugged, saying, "It's okay. I had a great time."

"I did, too. Well..."

She let her goodbye hang in the air and he tried to act nonchalantly but his eyes gave away his disappointment.

"Good night."

She left a few bills for the bartender and he frowned when he heard her footsteps. He was cursing himself for not making a move, debating if he should go after her when he heard her whisper, "I'm in 2217. Meet me in thirty minutes."

By the time he turned around, she was disappearing around the corner, out of sight in seconds.

His only problem was figuring out what to do about the bulge in his pants; thirty minutes was forever when you wanted someone so badly.

Kelly had just reapplied her lipstick when she heard a soft knock on the door. She had no doubt that he would show up but the fact that he did and was on time, had her smirking at her reflection. With one last primp, she sauntered over to the door, glancing into the peephole before opening it.

She preened while Jack's wolfish gaze raked over her body. He strolled past her without comment and she closed the door, wary of his coolness.

She had a good reason to be a little fearful because he pressed her against the door, rubbing his erection against the small of her back. She rolled her neck and moaned as he tugged her earlobe with his teeth, sucking it slowly to counter the rapid movement of their hips.

Just as they found a groove, he pulled away, flipping her around and snatching the tie of her robe off, revealing a black and purple bra and boy short set. She let the robe fall off her shoulders then to the floor, watching in amusement when he ogled every inch of her body as if he was figuring out how many different ways he could fuck her. Her eyes were practically egging him on but he wasn't too eager to take the bait, at least not yet.

Without a word, he unbuttoned his shirt then unbuckled his belt. One by one, she watched as article after article of clothing landed into the chair next to the dresser until he was left in a pair of boxer briefs.

His body was magnificent; cut in all the right places without a trace of fat. Her nipples pebbled and her panties grew damp as he strutted closer, with his hands outstretched. Initially she thought he was reaching for her but then his fingers tugged the edge of her panties, making the band snap against the tender skin of her hip.

She barely heard his command over her gasp.

"Off!"

She quickly complied, ready to do whatever he said if it meant she would get the fucking of a lifetime.

She kicked her panties to the side then lifted her head, her brow furrowing when he opened the curtains. Although it was well past nine in the evening, there were several lights on in neighboring skyscrapers and when she squinted, she could make out people working at their desks.

Her eyes darted nervously from him to the view outside then back to him, confusion marring her beautiful features.

He gestured to the floor-to-ceiling window and said, "Stand with your hands pressed against the glass with your ass out."

Her voice was tiny when she asked, "W-why?"

"I want them all to see you getting fucked."

She visibly gulped, warring with whether or not she should comply. Voyeurism had always been a secret fantasy of hers but she wasn't sure she could go through with it.

Was she actually considering letting a stranger fuck her from behind while putting 'em on the glass? She sure the hell was.

She looked at him then looked back at the window, biting her lip as she did what she was told.

Jack eyed her as she strolled past him, could not believe how delectable her ass was uncovered. He wanted to get down on his knees and worship it properly but his dick had other plans. He didn't even have to stick his fingers in her core to know she was ready for him. because her scent was already thick in the air and her juices were running down her quivering thighs. He would be lying if he said that her body's reaction to him didn't go to his head because he felt ten feet tall.

From the reflection of the glass, Kelly could see how thick and long his cock was, bracing herself for the inevitable stretch as he approached.

He pulled her hips back, digging in his nails to keep her in place as he thrusted inside her in one fluid motion. She screamed as she tried to get used to sudden fullness, his girth making her eyes roll into the back of her head. He pumped in and out of her slowly, slapping his hips violently against her ass.

So many sensations were traveling through her at the same time and she had difficulty keeping up with his rhythm when he pulled her bra cups down. He licked his fingertips then pinched and rolled her nipples while alternating his thrusts.

Her head fell back against his shoulder as he pushed her against the glass. He picked up the pace, slamming into her as she gasped for air, her breasts sliding against the window. The friction against the cold glass made her body shiver and her pussy clench his dick, milking him from base to tip.

He groaned, digging his nails into her hips while she screamed for more.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck me Jack. Fuck me harder. Oh, G-g-goo-oo-od."

That combined with the screech of her skin against the glass had him pumping furiously. He pulled out almost completely before thrusting all the way back in. He angled his cock, aiming right for her spot and she was soaring high, uttering nonsense as her shoulders shook and he knew she was close.

He whispered right in her ear, "Your pussy is so tight, hot and wet. I love the way you squeeze my dick," Her pussy seized at that moment. "Fuck! Just like that. Damn your pussy is so fucking good."

She could barely make out what he said as the familiar tension grew in her belly. She was frantic, ready to explode yet savoring the build up. She wanted to release but he was laying it so well she would be happy to stay teetering on the edge of bliss forever.

Then he pinched her engorged clit and she hissed, giving in to the blinding flash of her orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure enveloped her whole and she could barely keep upright, weakened by the intensity of it all.

His groans continued to grow more and more desperate as his language grew coarser.

"So fucking hot and wet. Juiciest...pussy...ever...had...ohhhhhh FUCK ME! FUCK!"

Kelly opened her eyes and noticed their audience for the first time, moaning as she pushed back against him.

A crowd of businessmen across the street were gathered at the window watching them fucking. She arched her back, exaggeratedly dragging her breasts up and down the glass while his body jerked with his orgasm, filling her with endless streams of cum. He continued pumping, making sure she received every single drop.

Pulling her close he rested his chin on her shoulder then focused on the men across the way. Although they couldn't tell for sure, he was certain several had come right along with them.

Smiling, he lifted then carried her to bed, placing her down gently before returning to the window to close the curtains.

When he returned to the bed, he found her stroking her labia, her breath catching at how tender she was. She parted her lips so he could see for himself and the first thing he noticed was the unending stream of cum that was seeping out of her and onto the bedsheets. He bent over, taking a leisurely lick from slit to clit, alleviating the sting somewhat.

He looked up and found her shaking her head no. He sighed before crawling up her body and placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

"I love you, Cedes."

She laughed and pointed at him, thrilled that he was the first to break.

"Oh my God, you never last all the way through!"

"I last when it counts!"

Mercedes rolled her eyes while he placed another kiss on her lips. Sam flipped the cover over them and cuddled closer to his love.

"Everything okay at home?"

She yawned as she turned her back to him, answering, "Santana finally got the boys to sleep. Well, I think Brittany actually did but you know Santana..."

He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her.

As her eyes closed, she asked, "How many hours are you letting me have?"

"Three."

"Three? Why so generous?"

"If I give you three, we can fuck for four."

She giggled, as she replied sleepily, "I like how you think, baby and I love you."

He squeezed her tightly, muttering, "I love you, too" before drifting off to sleep.

Hopefully I'll be able to post the next one today! Well, if I stay off tumblr long enough! BYE! 3333