iWoke Him Up
Title: iWoke Him Up
Author: prettysirenx
Rating: NC-17 (Here be porn.)
Genre: Smut
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.
Author's Note: This is for sockstar1's porn prompt.
The Overprotective Mothers Convention was meeting in Iowa, which meant Mrs. Benson was having Spencer house sit while she was away. Sam, meanwhile, was kicked out of Carly's apartment so Carly and Freddie could canoodle. Having nothing better to do, it was the perfect opportunity to do a solo attention of Wake Up, Spencer for the website.
And so, at half past three, she picked the Benson's front door lock and crept into the apartment like a cat burglar, a skill she learned from her uncle during take your niece to work day. (He was a cat burglar.) It wasn't difficult to find Spencer in the foreign apartment; Mrs. Benson didn't allow him to sleep in any of their beds, so he was sprawled out on the plastic-covered couch, halfway uncovered and only wearing a tee and boxers.
Sam turned the camera on herself.
"Spencer is housesitting. I think I should wake him up."
She turned the camera back on him and whispered, "Wake up, Spencer!"
"Whaa?" he said, eyes still closed.
"Your blanket is on fire," she said, giggling.
He made a panicked noise; still asleep, he wrestled himself out of the blanket and shoved it on the floor. "Stupid fire blanket."
Sam bit her lip, trying not to laugh at her own brilliance. "Spencer, your pants are on fire too!"
He let out a scream. And then he got confused. "What pants? I see no pants here."
"Boxers, then."
"Boxers."
"I think we're alone now, Spencer."
"Aloneness.“
It just occurred to Sam that he was more coherent than usual. She wondered what would happen if she asked him questions, questions she wouldn't ask him awake.
"So, how about that Sam chick, huh?"
"Sam is pretty." She smiled at that. "And loud." She frowned.
"What else?"
"She likes ham. And I think she likes me, too."
Her heart fluttered. "What makes you think that?"
"Because she's sitting here and asking me questions at four in the morning."
Sam gaped at first and then she laughed and hit him with a pillow. "You jerk -- you were awake the whole time!"
"I heard you picking the lock," he said, opening his eyes and catching her wrist and pulling her onto him in the process.
She pulled herself away and sat up in uncharacteristic demureness. "I don't like you, in fact."
He smiled at the challenge of getting her to admit it. "You tried to get me out of my pants," he pointed out. He almost purred when he added, "And your blushing." He sat up and looked at her intently. "All over, I bet."
"You think about me all over?" she asked, breaking her resolution to deny.
He nodded. "I am right now."
His hand slid over to her thigh. Immediately, her senses flew into overdrive along with her hormones. She leaned over and kissed him so aggressively he was forced to lay back down, and he took her with him, running his long, agile fingers through her hair. He responded to her kiss with equal passion, exploring her mouth with his tongue. His kiss was hot and wet as it trailed down her neck. She gasped for breath as he found her collarbone and worked on it with lips, teeth, and tongue. She felt hot all over and ripped open her own button-down blouse, exposing her black lace bra. She felt him harden under her and wanted nothing more than to see him, touch him. Her virginal curiosity had reached a breaking point, and he seemed to realize that. He took his shirt off, allowing her more of his body.
She kissed his chest in desperation, trailing down his stomach until his reached the waistband of his boxers. She looked into his eyes, seeking permission before she pulled them down, exposing his large, ready cock. She was marveled by the masculine anatomy of it as she took it into her mouth, tentatively at first. He shivered; her novice touch was pleasing in its sensitivity, heightening his want as well as his reaction.
Sam threw her shirt on the floor, a move intended to inspire him to take off her bra. He got the hint and reached around her slim, yet femininely curved body, and undid the hooks while he kissed her slowly and sensually. He threw the bra over his shoulder as his hands fell to her perfect, round breasts. She arched her back as he cupped them with his hands, stimulating the nerves and making her hotter.
"God," she breathed. "God, I have to have you." A smile crept on her lips. "Where would Mrs. Benson hate us to do it?"
"Her bed?"
"More than that."
"Her craft room," he said, matching her own devilish smile. He kissed her and then scooped her up, carrying her into the craft room, where he laid her gently on the beanbag chair Mrs. Benson sat in while she knitted.
His kisses grew more intense in response to her own, fueled by the years sexual and romantic tension on both their parts. He kissed her like he wanted her more than anything. She shivered with delight as his kisses went down her neck once more, to her breast, where he caressed her nipple with his lips and tongue, before continuing down, down her stomach. He peeled off her jeans and panties; finally, she was completely naked before him. He smiled, pleased, before lowering his mouth to her sex, licking her clit slowly in the most pleasing rhythm. She became even more wet, enough for him to slowly dip his fingers into her in synergy with his tongue causing her to cry out in ecstasy as she ran her fingers through his hair, urging him to move faster and faster.
He withdrew his fingers before she climaxed. She made to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss and entered her, carefully; the movement made her groan. She didn't know anything could feel this good; she knew nothing could feel better than this. He was gentle, sweet, and positively rhythmic; slowly, he moved deeper and faster until everything was a haze of ecstasy. Sam's whole body was on fire. She clung to him, digging into his back with her finger as the pleasure became something beyond intense, beyond reason, beyond words. She whispered his name over and over again as she orgasmed; he thrust harder as he came as well.
Spent, he collapsed onto the floor and pulled her on him in a passionate kiss. They laid together, their naked bodies tangled in one another. Sam laid her head on his chest and breathed in his heady masculine scent, feeling completely serene and at peace -- until she realized something.
"I forgot to turn the camera off!"
Spencer laughed and kissed her. "Worry about it in the morning," he said, rubbing his hand across her body. She smiled in return and nuzzled into him.
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