The Maid

by Sidney Halston

  For a second he froze trying to come to terms with the fact that Adalyn’s teeth and tongue were on his lips. Adalyn who he’d missed all these years. She was kissing him.

  * * *

  It felt so good being under him, feeling his weight on her. She had been conflicted—wrap my legs around him and kiss him or slap him for having been such a jackass.

  Her libido won.

  He tasted delicious—brandy and the familiar taste that was all Gunther. He relaxed on her, and coaxed her mouth open with his tongue, making her forget anything else but the feel of him. He still kissed the same, even back then they'd spent hours just kissing. Except, all the adrenaline from being angry at each other still coursed through their veins. That and the fact that she hadn't had sex in months was making her desperate. She wanted him and she wanted him now. Her fingers dug roughly into his hair and he groaned into her mouth, her skirt had slid up high, leaving her exposed as his knee rubbed against her—almost exactly the way she needed but not quite. She reached for his shirt and helped peel it off him, in a frenzy. Then she reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it. Instead he pulled her up and out of bed. He reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it off, swiftly, while she kicked her shoes off.

  "Jesus Christ, had I known that tiny scrap of lace was hidden underneath that dress the entire night, I'd had dragged you to the bathroom and fucked you in the first empty stall."

  "Pig."

  "Oink, oink, baby."

  She needed to alleviate the throbbing between her legs. She reached for his pants again, but he wouldn't be deterred. He looked at her, intensely. "You're still beautiful, Addie. More beautiful than I even remembered."

  She didn't respond. Instead, her hands moved to his belt again and his hands went to her waist. He looked at her, really looked at her. "All these years, I've thought of you so much."

  She pulled the belt out of the loops with a quick snap. "Less talking more fucking."

  * * *

  Her words surprised him. His Addie didn't talk that way. His Addie liked to make slow and sweet love. His Addie didn't fuck. This Addie, however, was on a mission, and once the belt was off and the zipper of his jeans undone, she pulled his pants down, together with his boxers and then attacked his mouth again.

  "Addie," he whispered.

  "Shh." She brought her lips back on him and he kissed her like he had been starved for all these years and this was his first meal.

  "What's the rush, woman?" He groaned into her neck, when she wrapped her leg around him trying to get off as quickly as possible.

  She ran her fingers through his hair, then kissed his neck and shoulder. "That connection? It's still there." She said between hungry feverish kisses. "And I want you. You piss me off, you tell me what to do but I can't help want you."

  "I feel the same. So, what's the problem?"

  "If I stop and think, I'll chicken out. I came to Miami with a goal, if I get sucked up in you like I did all those years ago, I'll lose myself again." She said between kisses. "Can't do that again. I'll get fired if anyone finds out. So, one time."

  He stopped and leaned his head back to look at her. No fucking way would he have a one-night stand with Adalyn. But instead he said, "Your call, Addie."

  "We get this sexual tension out of the way and we move on. You'll feel better and I certainly will feel better. Maybe I won't want to choke you every time I see you."

  "I'll still want to fuck you every time I see you. But sure, one time works for me." He cupped her breasts and she groaned. The ridiculous conversation was over. He pulled the cups down and he pinched her nipples.

  "It's been a long time." She ran one hand down her stomach and into her lace underwear where it disappeared.

  "Jesus. Stop doing that or I won't make it very long." But her eyes were closed.

  * * *

  When she opened her eyes, he was right there. His breathing shallow, his hand on his dick pumping slowly. "You want to come on your own, I'll come on my own," he said.

  She took her hand out of her panties and pushed two of her fingers into his mouth. "You sure about that?"

  Roughly, he ripped the side of the delicate lace until it fell right down her leg. She turned around and bent over, wiggling her ass at him. A second later he was tearing a condom wrapper and rolling it on. “Hurry up, Gunther. I need you inside of me.”

  He took her arm and swung her around to face him. "Quiet down, babe. Let me reacquaint myself with your body." She squirmed underneath him, but he continued to look. Taking in his fill in of everything that was Adalyn Finney. He pushed her down and moved forward, parted her thighs with his shoulders as he made room between her legs. "I bet you taste the same," he said and something incoherent left her lips as he parted her pussy with his fingers and licked her pussy.

  "Ohhhhh….." he heard as she squeezed his head with her thighs. He sucked on her clit and flicked it side to side feeling her become wetter around his face. "Oh God, Oh God…."

  Without giving her any reprieve, he slid two fingers into her and kept working his tongue over her clit. It was wet and messy and perfect. "I'm coming, Gun. Don't stop…"

  Like he would stop. It was tight, but he added a third finger and pressed his tongue firmer against her clit and she exploded hard on his face. She squeezed his head so tightly with her knees that he couldn't hear exactly what nonsense she was yelling.

  Using the inside of her thigh to wipe his face, he slid up her body to look. She wasn't just beautiful. She was something else. Something that no other woman could ever measure up to. Her eyes were shut tightly, her skin had red blotches all over, her freckles were still there, although a little lighter now, and her breasts heaved up and down with each breath. And her hair…he had missed that hair. He'd dated redheads after Addie, but their red hair came from bottles. There was nothing like the shade of red from a real redhead. Even the small strip of hair on her pussy was that copper tone. He didn't wait for her to finish coming, when he reached to the bedside table and took out a condom.

  At the sound, her eyes opened. They were wet from exertion and she looked thoroughly fucked, even if they hadn't fucked yet. "Are you ready, Addie?"

  She nodded and reached up to bring him closer to him, her arms around his neck and her long legs around his hips.

  He positioned his cock in her entrance and pushed down in one fast move causing her to arch her body. For a moment he thought he'd hurt her, but her eyes were glossed over in ecstasy and he began to move slowly.

  "More!" She demanded.

  He took both her hands from around his necks and pinned them above her head with one of his. "Shut it, Addie." Any semblance of dirty talk would cause him to unload way too quickly.

  He continued to move slowly, giving her a chance to accommodate to him inside of her. She pulled her hand away and pulled his hair and rocked her hips.

  "What the fuck, Adalyn?" He roared and began to move fast and hard.

  "Stop being so delicate and fuck me, Gun."

  "Hold on tight," he roared, and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs tighter around his waist. H, he gripped his headboard. "Hope you’re ready,” he grunted. “Gonna get rough and hard since it seems that's what you're wanting." When she didn't reply, he slammed into her hard.

  "Yes!" she cried out.

  Using the headboard as leverage he continued to fuck her over and over. Her thighs began to shake and the pressure deep inside began to build. "Don't stop," she yelled through the intense orgasm that hit her hard and fast.

  He didn't let up. Before she had a moment to recover, he flipped her over. She scurried to get her bearings, but he grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the foot of the bed causing her to yelp. "On your stomach," he commanded, not giving her a moment to react. Instead, he lifted her hips up and pushed her face down onto the mattress.

  Never in a million years did she think she'd like sex this rough. But here she was dripping with excitement as he manhandled her into the p
osition of his liking. Once he slid back inside and dug his fingers into her hips as he thrust, all she could do was hold on for dear life as the man fucked her into ecstasy. "That's how you want it, baby?" He said, swelling even bigger inside of her. "You pushed me into fucking you this way. I wanted to take my time, but you wanted me to fuck you dirty, didn't you?" And damn him if it didn't feel sublime. "And if this is the one and only time," he let out a sinister chuckle at the same time he reached around her and rubbed his finger in between her wet swollen lips of her pussy. "Let's make it the best," he said gruffly and demanding while pinching her clit, taking her again right over the edge.

  "Oh my God," she yelled. "Gunther!"

  He continued to rub her already sensitive nub, making her squirm with pleasure and pain. She screamed. "Oh God!"

  He grunted one last time before releasing all his weight on top of her, her body collapsed flat on the bed. He moved her hair to the side and kissed the top of her shoulder. "Is this the one and only time, Adalyn?"

  She shook her head into the bed.

  "Can't hear you, baby?"

  "No. I really think we need to do that again."

  He chuckled. "Good girl." He said as he stood and lifted her up with him.

  6

  Sometime later, after they'd bathed and ended up fucking against the shower wall, they had, once again, ended up on his bed sated.

  "So, that was..." she said.

  "Out of this world. Fucking-fantastic. Mind-blowing."

  She skewed her face. "Was going to say awkward," she said as she rolled off the bed and began to shuffle through the clothes strewn around the room for her dress.

  He leaned forward, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back to bed. She squealed and tried to move but he brought her back against the front of his chest.

  "Fuck, woman. You really know how to kill a good time," he said, his breath on her neck. "It wasn't awkward. Why would you call that awkward? I know, first- hand, that you enjoyed it. You enjoyed it about four times."

  "Har har. I did enjoy it but now it's all weird." She tried wiggling out of his grip.

  "Because you're trying to escape and you're making it weird. Had you done the after-sex spooning thing that chicks always want to do, it wouldn't have been awkward." As soon as he said it, he regretted it.

  "Yeah, not awkward at all. Nothing says romance like bringing up your post-coital chick holding routine."

  "I wasn't giving you a personal example. If it makes it any better, I never ever cuddle after sex."

  "No. Not better."

  "This isn't coming out right. I want to with you. We used to hang out after sex all the time."

  She squirmed enough to finally free herself from his grip. She didn't run away though. She had slept with him without any delusion of it being more than an itch that needed to be scratched. And a dangerous itch at that—her career was on the line if anyone found out. She turned around, now that there was some space between them, and pulled a pillow up to her chest in order to talk seriously to the man who laid on his side, his head resting on his palm, looking all sorts of relaxed. The complete opposite of her—fidgety self-consciousness.

  "Look, Gun. We got caught up in the moment. You can't talk about cuddling or anything more than what just happened."

  "Yeah, nope. Try again, babe. We were arguing. It was not just a moment, it was our history. The feelings are still there. I know you feel it."

  "No. No! It was the moment. You know...angry sex."

  He snorted.

  "I'm serious. All that adrenaline, all that heat, we got caught up. Can't happen again."

  He rolled his eyes and twisted to his back.

  "You're mad?"

  "I'm not mad. I'm just..." He let out a deep breath. "I admit to wanting to cuddle for the first time in my life and get rejected."

  In a weird way, she felt a surge of victory at that. He had hurt her once already, even if he didn't know he had. This was a small passive-aggressive win, but a win, nonetheless. "Well, playboy, sometimes you don't get the romance and the sex. I'm sure some poor girl somewhere is happy to hear about this ironic turn of events." She playfully threw the pillow at him and then went fumbling around the floor for her clothes.

  Once she was dressed, he pushed the sheets off and bent down to grab his jeans from the floor. "No, stay. I'll call a taxi."

  He didn't say anything until he was fully dressed and then he cupped her face. "You and I are obviously not on the same page." He placed a soft kiss on her lips. "I’ve thought about you often, Addie. Too often. And after seeing you again last week, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop." He admitted, leaving her confused, and then led her out of his apartment.

  The next morning, still sore and frazzled from last night's romp with Gun, she threw herself into work.

  All night, she had dreamed of the last time they'd had sex ten years ago. She had been cleaning the chandelier in the dining room and had been on a step ladder, when he'd walked in. He'd began fingering her right there, on the ladder, in the middle of the room where anyone could just walk in. Part of the excitement of their relationship had been the sneaking around and fear of getting caught. She hadn't realized it at the time because she had been too naïve. When she'd been on the brink of coming, he'd laid her on the dining room table, slid up her uniform and eaten her pussy. The dining room was off to the side of the house and no one went in there, except during meals. But still, it had been careless, risky, and fucking hot. So hot, that dreaming about it made her wet. Five hours later, she was kissing him goodbye at the airport.

  After all the sex they'd had the previous evening, she couldn't believe she had to use her vibrator that morning just thinking of the way he ate her pussy on that table.

  The day before had been spent with Gun, and that had not been restful. She couldn't stop thinking of how she'd basically jumped him. How he'd shown her he wanted more but she had cut him off and proclaimed it had been just that one night. How he hadn't fought her for more.

  And what was that about missing her all these years? She'd seen him with all the groupies and wild parties. There was no way in hell Gunther McCall had thought about her once in the last ten years.

  No man had known her body or made it erupt the way he had. Never had she felt that way before, not even all those years ago with him. And the thought of that made her body needy. A need she had to keep locked up because another encounter of the sexual nature with Gun could not happen.

  She shut off her computer and looked at the time. She stretched her arms, feeling sore and tired. Addie swiveled her chair around and almost fell forward when she looked up and saw the man she had just resolved to avoid, in all his six- foot-four glory leaning against the door, a mischievous smile on his face, a baseball cap on his head, and his arms crossed over his expansive chest.

  "Oh my God," her hand on her chest. "I almost had a heart attack."

  "Sorry, 'bout that babe." He pushed himself off, "Ready to go?" He asked as if she was expected to know what he was doing there.

  "Did I miss something? Do we have plans?"

  He laughed. "Yes. The Tuesday lunch you owe me. That's what you wanted, right? Tuesday. Lunch."

  "Seriously? You want to actually have a business meeting? Now?"

  "I'm starving. Tino's?" he asked. It wasn't exactly an answer, but it was enough, since she was starving, too. She stood up, grabbed her purse, and closed the door behind her. He didn't take her hand like he'd done the day before, but he stayed close. "Tino's and that's it." She said because she was hungry. That was all. Not because he looked so good. Not because she wanted a repeat of last night. Nope, all she wanted was pizza.

  "Of course," he smirked.

  She narrowed her eyes at him, but he just continued to walk to the small Italian restaurant down the street.

  "I love Tino's," he said.

  "Haven't been."

  "Well get ready for the best pizza you've ever had." It was interesting that a man that had
as much money as he had, a man who'd made it clear he wanted more with her, was taking her to a pizza joint. Not that she was complaining since she loved pizza, and this wasn't in fact a date.

  Once they walked in, the smell of garlic assaulted her senses, in a good way. "This reminds me of The Big Pie." she said. The small hole-in-the-wall pizza shop by the college that he used to meet her at after she got out of school late in the evenings.

  "I know. I think that's the reason I love it so much," he said. "I hear that The Big Pie was demolished, and a mall was built."

  "Really? I have so many memories of that place." She felt crest-fallen.

  "Me too," he said. "Simpler times."

  Her brows furrowed. "They weren't simple for me. I was working full time, going to school at night, and trying not to get caught by your parents."

  "I never saw it that way," he admitted.

  "That's because you were eighteen and horny. I was busy and naïve."

  "You weren't naïve, and I wasn't just horny. I was in love with you." He added, somberly. "I don't know if I really understood it as it was happening. I think you felt it too, Addie. Tell me."

  It was all bullshit. It was like a punch to the solar plexus. In love? God, she'd been over the moon in love with the man, but neither of them had said those words to each other. There was not a moment in her day she didn't think about him. She almost failed that semester because of their little affair.