by F P Adriani
“Oh my, oh my, oh my,” I chanted in between moans as the delicious sensations filled my insides; my legs gripped him harder, my hands grabbed at his ass, my fingers digging into there. His hardness slid in and out of my wetness, over and over again, I felt that wonderful rubbery pressure inside me, and I gripped it in there, moaned, my head whipping around.
He stared down at me, half-smiling in that old lewd way.
“You like that?” he asked.
In answer, I moaned again, and then his rhythm picked up speed.
When he spoke now, his voice sounded strained, and it deepened as he pushed into me deeper. “I guess…that means it feels good for you.”
“Yes!” I finally said, my mouth darting up to his. I kissed him and then let my head fall back before his mouth could respond. I wanted to watch his beautiful face, to remember it poised there above me, looking both relaxed and tense, his eyes only half-open yet expectant, his dark straight hair hanging forward and jerking with his body’s motions as his beautiful lips panted his pleasure.
His eyelids finally closed, and I could feel him forgetting me as he got lost in his own sensations. “Tan,” I said, and I gripped him harder with my cunt, trying to push him over.
It worked. He cried, “Oh!” a moment later, and I felt his semen shoot inside me, his wetness joining my own.
He collapsed on top of me; my right hand stroked his hair, my left stroked his back. I had lowered my legs, and now my feet caressed the backs of his calves.
His dick still lay inside me, but I could feel it shriveling some. When I thought of this, his flaccid tired shortened penis, my chest tightened with warmth and my left arm wrapped across his back. I hugged him closer.
He moved then, lifted his head, and said, “I’m hungry.”
*
He put on his clothes but told me he wanted to shower in his room and change, and then he’d meet me down in the restaurant.
I showered too, put on a sweatsuit. I looked at myself in the wall mirror opposite the bed’s end. I saw the messy bed behind me, I saw my flushed face. I grinned.
Then I went in search of Tan.
*
We spent the rest of the night together, mostly in bed. I was exhausted, he exhausted me, and I seemed to have exhausted him because we finally fell asleep pretty fast—or at least the next morning I barely remembered having fallen asleep. I woke up lying on my side and saw a naked Tan standing by the big window opposite.
The sunlight streamed in around him, and he stood with his left profile to me, staring out into the light. His mind didn’t seem to be in the room; I moved on the bed, sat up a bit, but he didn’t seem to notice. He turned toward the window more, and I wondered if anyone outside below could see his nudity.
My eyes caressed the strange triangle of black hair at the base of his back above his ass cheeks; last night I’d caressed that beautiful hair with my fingers. Sometimes I thought everything about Tan seemed so different; this was one of those times.
“Good morning,” I said to him, smiling as I remembered holding him while he was moving inside me, remembered the feel of the taut muscles across his slim back.
At the sound of my voice, his head tilted my way a bit, but then he went back to looking out the window. My smile faded: something wasn’t right.
“What is it?” I asked.
“A new day,” he replied. And I wondered what he meant.
Then he continued, “I once questioned why you do what you do. I want that too—order and peace. I’ve lived on Diamond all my life; I couldn’t live anywhere else permanently. I don’t like what goes on here. Arlene hasn’t made the best choices. She shouldn’t have resigned The Council. She should have stayed and kept them honest. There are jerks on all sides. Sabotaging is destroying the resources we have here. They’re special, they don’t exist anywhere else.
“I met her when I was in The Academy. She made me feel important because she was important. I thought that was the closest I’d ever get to being important: fucking someone important. I was a dumb virgin.
“It went on for almost a year. I don’t think she ever told anyone about us, neither did I. But I really cared about her. That’s the way it goes when it’s the first time, I guess.
“I remember feeling disgust when I first heard she was connected with the sabotage, disgust at her and myself.”
“But what she does has nothing to do with you, Tan. You yourself said she has to answer for what she’s done.”
His head tilted back toward me again. “Pia,” he said in a dull voice, “don’t think you can use me in the sack and then get information from me. I’m not stupid.”
My mouth fell open and shook in anger; now I understood his “new day” comment. Our we-won’t-argue-for-a-day truce was over.
I almost jumped off the bed in a righteous fury. But then I took a deep breath and said, “My being here with you isn’t mostly about that, but it is a little part of it, yeah. I’m not gonna lie about that, for once. Something has to be done about here. I’m doing my part. But still—look at you standing there, Tan. Your legs—that’s the real reason I slept with you. Because I wanted to.”
He turned around more to look at me directly. “How can I trust anything you say? You know what I really think, Pia? You could never love me. You couldn’t love anybody. You don’t know how.”
“Wow…you’ve made a lot of assumptions about me, Tan. And you’re full of shit! You were full of shit about that mountain child story. You’re just as bad as I am.”
Now, I did jump off the bed; then I rushed into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door. I paced around furiously till the urge to piss and shit forced toilet-time, then I showered.
When I finally walked out, Tan was gone.
*
Frowning and shaking, I got dressed in front of the wall mirror, feeling a particular rage I hadn’t felt in a long time, a rage at having had an early life interrupted by death. Nothing had been right since, nothing had been normal since. First losing my parents and my life here, then being thrown out of my family on Earth, then winding up at someone else’s heels, taking orders, making money cleaning up the galaxy. What was this shit vagabond life of mine?
I yanked my brush through my hair, then threw the brush onto the dresser. It careened off and onto the floor. I ignored it, walked across the room and opened the hall door—and saw Tan leaning against the wall opposite. He looked freshly showered and freshly dressed.
His eyes met mine, and then he said, “Breakfast?”
*
I wound up eating with him—how could I resist looking at him? But I wouldn’t speak to him during. And he just sat there in the restaurant looking alternately gloomy-faced and serious-faced.
As soon as I finished eating, I rushed into the stairway and up to my floor. When I reached my room, he was right behind me, and just as I was about to open my door, he jumped in front of it.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, breathing hard. “I don’t have any time for bullshit now! It’s quite a drive back, and then I’ve got to work later.”
“No, you don’t. I took care of that, called in for both of us that we’ll be in tomorrow.”
My eyebrows rose. “For both of us?”
“It’s my secretary. He’ll keep his mouth shut or I’ll fire him. I wanted one more day,” he said, his eyes fixed on my face, the gloom gone, for the moment at least. “I said some shitty things before, things I shouldn’t have said.”
“Why? If they’re what you feel, then say it.” I shoved him aside, and he let me. But then only so he could grab the door, preventing me from closing it on him.
Fifteen minutes later he was humping me from behind while I was bent over the bed’s side.
I was close, I sensed that he was close. It shouldn’t be this good, it shouldn’t. I started crying.
He must have seen my face in the wall mirror: he stopped moving suddenly, pulled me up toward him with his warm palms under my belly now.
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br /> “Pia, am I hurting you?”
“No! It just feels so good.”
“Then why the crying?”
“Because it feels so good! Don’t stop….”
I pushed my cunt back against him, but he only pulled out, grabbed my hand and said, “Come on the bed.”
He sat back against the wall and motioned for me to get on top. I slid back onto him pressing my chest against him, hanging on hard to his shoulders and crushing his face into my neck.
*
We spent this day almost as we had the day before, except we didn’t go to the park this time. We did go to the museum. And there were no more arguments that day or night, or the next morning.
We were supposed to meet in the back of the hotel then, by our cars. I got there first and when Tan finally came out, he held a large bag, presumably containing his clothes.
I walked up to him, and he handed me a piece of wrinkled paper, saying, “This is yours.”
Frowning, I took it—and saw Arlene Hu’s info staring back at me. I hadn’t even recognized the paper at first.
“Oh,” I said. Then I looked up at him, my mouth twisting sardonically. Would this be another argument? I hoped not.
I crumpled the paper and shoved it into my jacket’s pocket, then I pulled Tan to me, held him close, our waists and crotches pressing together. My crotch stirred. I didn’t want to break away. I knew things between us would be different once we went back; they had to be.
Yet there was no point in not being honest. “When will this happen again?” I asked him.
He sighed a bit, his breath rustling my face. And I wanted to kiss him again. Now, he said, “This next month’ll be hard. Politicians’ll start showing up tomorrow. I’ll have to go over figures, escort them around. Basically, they’ll be breathing down my neck with their disgusting breath till the first Festival day.”
I laughed, and he continued talking, his eyes smiling down at me. “I’ve probably got to work every day till then.”
“Every day?”
“Yeah. We’re upping the security even more since that explosion. There’s rumblings of a strike.” He stared into my face. “I’ll try, Pia—next weekend, one of the nights then.” He grinned a sexy grin at me. “I’ll send you a written order.”
*
He never did send me that order. I waited and waited, but no word from him ever came.
Over the next week I only caught a glimpse of him while he was walking outside the Orientation Building with a gray-suited serious-faced man in tow. The man looked important, must have been one of the politicians.
I got stationed inside the Records Building twice that week, so I was happy: I thought I’d get to see Tan and I thought I’d get to snoop around. But I got neither. Too many people were working in that area now. And twice I went down to where I knew Tan slept, but he was never there then.
The week dragged for me, with seeing Nell the only nice event.
I ran into her at Brenda’s on my break one night—and I realized that while I’d gotten some sex, apparently, so had Nell: with Derek.
“He calls me his Amazing Amazon,” Nell said in a low voice, leaning toward me across the table.
“His what?”
“The Amazons were women on Earth—very strong ones. He grew up in the Blue Sand County, but he’s from Hera originally. You ever been there—to the County, I mean?”
“Um, yeah,” I said, blushing a bit, but turning my head away so Nell wouldn’t see.
“Some men like women who can kick their asses,” Nell said now, and I laughed, because what she’d said was the truth.
But, all her gushing over Derek aside, I saw gray shadows under her eyes. And when I asked her what her schedule was this week, her face fell some, her brown eyes darted around a bit. I’d never seen her look like this: her face wore fear.
“I don’t know about this job, Pia. I’m thinking of quitting this week,” she said now. And her face also looked like I felt: wary. Maybe wary of me. Just like I didn’t trust her, apparently, she didn’t trust me either. And that somehow wound up making me trust her.
“Don’t quit,” I said. “The other Sanders who won’t, the miners—they need your help.”
“But how do you trust them? Who knows who the hell they are—Galeta! Did you hear about that?” Her brow furrowed and she frowned heavily at me. “And then look what almost happened to you?”
“There is a risk,” I said, thinking back to that day of the explosion, to how the dust-filled air had choked me.
“I certainly see what you’re saying,” I added in a dry tight voice.
*
The weekend passed and I still heard nothing from Tan. I spent three nights in my hotel room, flushed in the face, half-watching TV and half-thinking about those two nights in that other hotel room. Several times I almost got into my car and drove over to his house. But I wasn’t sure about the reception I’d get, or even if I’d get one. I had no idea of his schedule; on Friday I’d tried to pump Derek for some Tan’s Schedule Information, but if Derek had any, he wasn’t giving it to me.
By Monday I was so frustrated, I could no longer wait to hear from Tan. I was working the main Records Hall that afternoon, and I had an early evening “lunch break.” I immediately went down to his place then and banged on his door.
It was yanked open and there stood Tan. He was fully dressed in beige pants and a white dress shirt, but his hair was damp; apparently, he’d just showered.
Staring at him, I felt my heart come alive with motion, and now I watched as his dark eyes widened dramatically.
“Pia,” he said, sounding as surprised as he looked.
“Tan, I can’t take it anymore!” I rushed past him and into the room. “Where have you been?”
He pushed the door closed. “Where do you think? Working. I told you I would be constantly now.”
“You don’t even sleep?”
“Of course I do, not much, but I just did now. That’s why I’m here. Unfortunately, I’ve got to go out and have dinner—”
“Not yet,” I said, and I lunged for his mouth.
My lips met their target, and though his were warm, they were laughing a little, and his hands on my forearms started pushing me away a bit. “Hang on. Hang on,” he said when my mouth kept kissing his face and my hands started grabbing for his pants.
He pulled away completely and I watched as he walked over to his desk, which was big and messy with papers and cups and other shit on top. Clearly, he wasn’t the neat-freak here he was at his real home. Or maybe he didn’t have the time to fix here…. A bed lay against the wall perpendicular to the desk; my eyes paused there, then they moved to beyond the bed, to where a door sat open. I could see a little gray sink behind there.
My eyes fell back on Tan; he stood near a dusty-looking big desk lamp, which seemed the only light in the shadowy room.
I walked up to him and watched his pink lips as they spoke into his beige phone receiver. “Hello. I’d like to leave a message for some guests there, Governor Gordon’s party—we’ve got a reservation for seven. I’m Tan Onyx” …his eyes were on me now… “and I’m going to be late. Could you let them know to start without me? Thanks.”
He hung up the receiver, then he turned around and grabbed me by the waist, sliding his hands under my outer top and my bra-top undershirt, and lifting both shirts up and over my head in one motion. Then his mouth was on my neck, and then on my chest, sucking on one of my nipples. And my hands were on his zipper, slipping on his zipper because they were so sweaty; his right hand reached down and opened himself to me as I slid down my pants. I grabbed onto his dick before he pulled me over to the desk and pressed his flat palms at my chest. I lay back, feeling some papers get stuck to my back and ass.
“Are you on the juice?” he asked quickly, his hands on himself again near me.
“Yes!” I said, spreading my legs. I was so wet, he easily pushed inside me, started pumping right away. I lifted my legs to put my f
eet on the desk’s edge, but he grabbed them and slid them up to his shoulders as he pushed forward toward me more. I could feel myself both spreading and shortening inside. His dick both made me feel great and made me sore; I was moaning and screaming a little. “Too intense!” I said. And then he lowered one of my legs, wrapped the other around his waist.
“Better?” he asked, and I moaned in response. He pushed faster.
It was hot inside the room; sweat flowed in streaks down his face. The hard desk pressed hurtfully into my ass, but I only barely noticed, I was so close to coming. He moved even faster now, and I felt that pressure inside me, those waves of pleasure, right where his dick kept pounding at me on my cunt’s inside front.
Then, an instant later, he groaned, and then it was over. No more motion, but the feeling inside me persisted, made me feel weak.
“Tan,” I panted, staring up at the shadowy ceiling. I looked down: he was panting too, his right hand wrapped around my hip, his left pressed flat against the desktop. Our eyes met, and then he turned his away, pulled out, bent down and pulled up his pants. He did all this very fast, very rushed.
Watching him, I felt something fall fast inside my chest.
“Dammit, Pia,” he said then. And he did not sound happy.
I sat up, the papers stuck to my back finally sliding off. “Wha—what?”
“I’m going to be late. We really shouldn’t have done this here. You should have come to my house.”
“When!” I shot back. “You said you’d let me know and you never did.”
“I’ve been so busy, I’ve been living here—I’ve had exactly one free day there, and I slept for most of it.”
I jumped off the desk, and he wiped at his sweaty forehead. When he pulled his hand away, he said, “I can’t fucking go eat like this. I’ve gotta shower again.”
“No!” I said, moving closer to him. “Then you’ll wash all this off, both of us, our juices. Leave it on. Then you can think of me.”
