Angry Sex

by Sommer Marsden

  Kissing him and touching him and climbing aboard to ride him slow but hurried until they both came.

  And making sure he was okay after last night. She wanted to do that too.

  It was the last one that scared her the most.

  She parked her car and hurried back to find Savannah dropping batches of taquitos in the deep fryer. How it had gone from early morning to damn near lunchtime so fast, Luna didn’t know. She tied her apron on and started to assemble the first of four big platters of layer dip.

  “Hey lady,” Savannah said, pocketing her phone.

  “You’re chipper,” Luna snorted. “Somebody getting lucky?”

  “I tell you, that Todd. He doesn’t just have moves on the dance floor. If you know what I mean,” Savannah said, delivering a lascivious wink.

  “Dear Lord. A blind, deaf and dead woman would know what you mean. You are a bit obvious.” In a dish, Luna spread out layers of sharp cheddar from the local dairy farm and then a layer of crisp lettuce. They tried very hard to buy any ingredients they could that were local, organic and fresh.

  “Good, I like for folks to know I am well and thoroughly laid,” Savannah snorted.

  “TMI! TMI!” Davey, one of their male servers, yelled as he traveled through the room.

  Savannah stopped cooking long enough to laugh. “See, you’re emotionally scarring the help!” Luna shouted.

  She was in a good mood. Maybe her friend wasn’t the only one who benefited from being well and thoroughly laid. A vibrant flash of Adam binding her with his belt filled her head, and her entire body went soft and willing. She had to square her shoulders and clear her throat to focus.

  “We’re going to have to hustle, today,” Savannah said, her face going a bit serious. “One of us is going to have to serve sometimes due to us being a server down.”

  “A server down? Who’s not here?” But even as she asked, Luna felt her heart sink, and she knew the answer before her friend answered.

  “Adam. Family emergency. His mom isn’t doing too well, you know.” Luna had to clench her hands against the urge to call him. If he wanted her to know, he would have said. “Yeah, that’s a shame. I’d better get busy.”

  “Speaking of getting busy. I know you two—”

  “Not now, Sav,” Luna sighed, and started to work more furiously. If they had to be a person down, someone had to work faster. The bright side, Luna realized, was that she wouldn’t have time to worry or fret.

  Service was fast and dirty. Their term for flawless service with barely any problems.

  Clean up was hurried but fluid. It was overall a perfect day. Luna took the money from Ted, the security company manager, and doled out the money to her servers. She made a mental note to put aside Adam’s share to give him as a ‘bonus’ later. It might piss him off, but so be it. He wasn’t God. He couldn’t tell her what to do. Even if he thought he could.

  Two of Ted’s employees helped her load her SUV and then did the same for Savannah.

  She slammed her the trunk, and repined her mussed hair.

  “You going to see him?” Savannah asked, sneaking up on her.

  “Jesus. You are like a ninja!” Luna grabbed her chest, felt her heart galloping. Way too fast for something so small. She was very much on edge.

  “I am. The taquito ninja. Look out for me,” Savannah laughed and struck a very non-ninja pose.

  “To see who?” Luna asked, acting as if she hadn’t a clue. Total bullshit and they both knew it.

  “Adam? Are you going to go check on him?” Savannah’s eyes said she knew the answer, but she kept her face neutral and waited.

  “Of course not,” Luna said.

  “Lies,” Savannah said without any real heat. She shrugged and leaned in to kiss Luna on the cheek. “If you decide you want company, Todd is working tonight, so I’m up to go out or just stay in and watch a flick. Call me if you want.”

  “You two getting hot and heavy?” Luna asked.

  “Mebbe,” Savannah chuckled. She waved and winked and off she went.

  When Luna fired up her car she realized that she had no one to pick up from school. No one to cook for. No homework to monitor and no one to worry about. The afternoon and evening ahead seemed long and looming—not a good thing. She pulled out of the parking lot. When it came time to turn right to go home, she turned left.

  Toward Adam’s.

  Chapter Twenty

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Gee, nice to see you too,” she chuckled. But concern readily filled her. She was concerned with what she saw. A stubbled Adam with mussed hair. He looked sexy as hell in a faded blue tee and low slung sweatpants, but he also looked sad. And tired.

  “Sorry, I was just…being a vegetable.” He ran a hand through his already messy hair, certain light strands stuck up in a wild impression of bed head.

  “How’s your mom?” Cold air-conditioned air was rushing out the door to hit her in the face. She wanted to go in and talk to him, but refused to ask.

  “Same as last night.”

  “Oh, Savannah made it sound like she’d…changed.”

  “Nope. I just needed a day off. A mental health day. Even if it will bite me on the ass financially. I can only take so much, I guess.” He caught her gaze and grinned. That grin went straight to her gut. “Yes, even me. I can only take so much.”

  “Gee, you? Go figure.” She laughed, leaning against the brick wall.

  “You want to come in?” he asked, eyeing her up.

  “May I?” He gave a brisk nod and turned from the door. “Wait, I’ll be right back!” Luna said and hurried to the car, then hurried back holding a foil covered plate and her purse.

  “You smell like good food,” he said when she came in.

  Luna pulled the door shut. “I’m sure I do. But I also brought you some good food.” She waved the silver wrapped plate at him and watched him perk up a bit. He grinned at her, her body went warm and her insides flexed wetly.

  “What’s that, pretty lady?”

  Adam’s voice had taken on a smoky tone. It made the fine hairs on the back of her neck rise, made her stomach feel like she was falling. “Taquitos, layer dip, fresh tortillas, Mexican corn…among other things.” She offered the plate and he took it, his fingers brushing hers for a moment.

  She let herself admire his lean, tone, form. Watched the bunch and bulge of his biceps as he set the plate down and padded off to the kitchen, bare feet silent on the hardwood floors. He came back with two cold sodas. “It’s too early for beer or wine,” Adam said. “If I start now, it’s one of those days I might not stop.”

  She understood that and took the soda he offered. “I’m not eating.”

  “That’s fine.” He leaned in and kissed her. His tongue a warm reminder of their time together this week. He trailed it over her lower lip before taking her mouth a bit more intently.

  Luna sank into the kiss. Leaned in against him and felt his heart beating at a rapid but steady pace. “But will you stay for dessert?” he asked.

  She could only nod as she blindly reached out to set the soda can on the dining room table. Adam followed suit and gripped her by the upper arms. He yanked her closer to him, and then she felt his heart racing against her chest. He cupped the back of her head, anchoring her and turning her to mush. His other hand held her tight around the waist. Something about being touched that way—held and cradled—made her feel not only aroused, but secure beyond belief.

  His lips moved over her ear, her throat. And then lower when he licked her collar bone, her cleavage.

  Luna sucked in a shuddery breath. “Do I taste like Mexican food?” She laughed.

  “No. You taste like Luna—laughter, sex, a bit of anger for spice.” His hand slid down into her black work pants and cupped her mound. Her panties—thin and frivolous—had never felt so cumbersome and intrusive. He kissed her again and she met each warm brush of his lips with one of her own. Her tongue surrendered to his seeking kiss and when h
e pulled her in, tight against him, she let herself relax against him.

  Strong, long fingers penetrated her and she moved her hips up just a bit to give him better access. His palm banged her clit and a burst of yellow-lighted pleasure filled her pelvis.

  “Shouldn’t we punch each other or something first?”

  He chuckled. “Shh. Just listen to your body.”

  So she did. Her legs carried her back as he kissed her, and when her ass hit the dining room table, she let it support her weight.

  “I think you have too many items of clothing on,” he murmured, fingers on her shirt buttons. Luna nodded in agreement and immediately worked the buttons on her pants.

  She was naked in moments and it didn’t take much to get his ragged sweatpants off or that well worn tee. His shades were up but somehow she didn’t care. The sun was still blazing and seeing inside would require pressing one’s face to the window. If someone was willing to do that, they deserved to see what was going on.

  He pushed her back, his face intent and handsome, and under it all a small hint of gloom.

  Her toes were still touching the floor but her upper body was splayed across his farmhouse style table. Her hair swirled around her head, tickling her face. Luna watched him study her. His bright eyes tracking every swell, dip, freckle and scar. At least that was what it felt like from her end.

  “You’re gorgeous.” He sounded slightly stunned as he ticked his fingers along her ribs and then over her hipbones. Each touch was a tickle, a stroke, a pet…her body warmed to it and she shifted restlessly.

  “This is supposed to be—“

  “It’s whatever it is,” he said, and shushed her again. She shushed because he slowly pushed his finger into her pussy. The wet sound of her body’s acceptance sounded almost deafening in the quiet. Adam made a sound of satisfaction, it rumbled up out of his chest. He added a second finger.

  Luna arched up, took the finger and his kiss. "It is what it is."

  "Right." Adam wound his hand in her hair and tugged her head to the side. Not hard enough to hurt her but enough to show force. His teeth grazed the slope of her throat, and then fastened where her shoulder met her neck. The sensation skittered along her skin, her nipples turning to tight buds, goose bumps racing along her arms and legs.

  Adam kneed her legs apart, planted himself between her thighs. His body crushed down over hers, and he planted small kisses along her collar bone. Luna wiggled as he pressed her flat with his bulk.

  "Behave. Just...let me."

  So she let him. Careful to keep her body relaxed, she let him kiss her as long as he liked--soft, hard, quick, slow, he played his lips and his tongue over her skin and she shivered in the cool air-conditioned room.

  His hands steadied her hips and he rubbed his cock along her slit. Fake-fucking her until she gasped and surged up under him, trying to get him to do what she wanted.

  Adam chuckled. "Behave, woman."

  "I am."

  "That is a terrible job of it."

  "Sorry."

  But finally, blissfully, he was in her, moving slowly so the buildup was nearly intolerable, but on the tail end of her frustration...swelling pleasure. He grabbed her thighs and hiked them up a bit, her ankles sliding along his flanks. She wanted to go fast, but Adam went slow. One large hand splayed over her belly in a possessive way that set her teeth on edge. When he curled his fingers to her skin she nearly came.

  "I felt that."

  She blushed and then teased him. "I should hope so."

  "A flutter, a flicker, Luna's cunt like quicksilver," he joked.

  She blushed again. "I didn’t know you were a poet..." The sentence turned to a gasp and she was coming. One of his huge hands spread across her skin, the other nudging her clit, his thumb pressing against her with just the right pressure.

  "Ah, and I felt that too," Adam joked.

  That small, bursting orgasm nipped at the heels of her first, and she dug her hands into his biceps, letting him kiss away the soft noises she made. When he pulled free of her, she made a sound that embarrassed her. It was nearly a whimper. A sad sound.

  Luna expected he'd flip her over. Expected he'd drive into her from behind. Instead, he hooked a dining room chair with his ankle and pulled it out. Adam sat and stared up at her, his blue eyes humbling. Luna thought he looked at her the way some people look at the stars. There was awe in his face and that made her want to run. But another part of her wanted to wrap her arms around him and not let go.

  She brushed the thought away.

  "Come here, Luna." He patted his lap and she closed the two steps between them swiftly.

  Adam smoothed his hands along her hips and then swept his fingers over her hipbone. He kissed her belly button, the flesh beneath it, the top of her mound...but went no further. His tongue wet her hipbones with lazy licks and she shifted like she had to pee. It was impossible to stand still when he did these things.

  For one brief moment, he lowered his tongue between her nether lips and delivered a searing lick to her clitoris. She gripped his shoulders, feeling weak and unstable. He tugged her in and she followed his lead, straddling his thighs, lowering herself onto his lap. His cock, hard and true, penetrated her, and she sighed slowly as she lowered. He was in, and she was full. He moved her just so, rocking her across his lap so the base of him ground against the knot of her clitoris.

  "Oh fuck," she sighed and came. It was small but sweet, and the spasm shook her.

  "We are."

  "Shut up." She pressed her mouth to his mouth, sucking his tongue so he groaned. Her movements languid and liquid like a perfectly timed dance. Her fingers dug into the hard muscles of his shoulders, blanching his skin almond white in the spots around her fingertips...but he didn’t complain.

  Another orgasm began to rocket toward her and Luna held her breath. It felt like it would be bigger and badder and more intense than the others. She pressed her lips to his ear and said,

  "Adam?"

  "Yes, ma'am?" His eyes were slightly glazed when he pulled back to look at her and before she could even answer, he wrapped his hand in her hair again, winding it around like a fighter taping his fists before a fight.

  "Come with me," she breathed. Biting his lobe she rotated her hips with the right amount of pressure she needed. She pressed her thumping sex to him, working her body so his cock hit every spot inside of her--even the deepest--that she needed to get off.

  And get off, she did. Her cunt gripped up around him, a surge of wetness graced them both and he grunted. Adam yanked her hair hard enough to make her cry out, and fastened his teeth in that already tender spot and then he was coming with her. Saying something, that her mind, frazzled and preoccupied with her bliss, did not make out at first.

  Then she caught it.

  "Luna, Luna, Luna..."

  That was all he was saying. Over and over again.

  * * * * *

  “Wasn’t that supposed to be angry sex? We broke our own rule.” They were sitting at his table eating Mexican and drinking beers. The sodas had already been consumed. “So what?”

  “Well, we don’t know much about each other.” Why was she so worried all the sudden?

  Was it her urge to soothe and comfort him, or the fleeting thought to stay the night, or the way he’d said her name over and over as he came?

  “What do you want to know? My dog’s name was Bruce when I was growing up.”

  “Like Springsteen?”

  “Like Banner,” he said. When she cocked her head at him he said, “Oh come on!” Luna shook her head, smiled, shrugged.

  “Bruce Banner! Bruce Banner is…?”

  “Batman?”

  “Kill me now,” he said.

  Luna choked on her beer. “It can’t be that bad,” she snorted.

  “The Incredible Hulk. Bruce Banner is the Hulk.”

  “Oh,” she said. “I had no idea I should know this. However,” she pointed a fork at him, “I did watch Starsky and Hutch on reru
ns every week and had my own action set.”

  “Action set?”

  “Gun and handcuffs. I handcuffed my best friend to the oven door. Only thing was, I didn’t have the key. My mother had to butter her to get her out.”

  “Kinky,” he said.

  “Her wrist!” Luna shrieked.

  “Okay, my favorite color is navy blue,” he said.

  “Orange.”

  “Really? Orange?”

  “It’s bright and sunny. Vibrant like red without being so…Hellish. And it’s bright like yellow, but not overwhelming.”

  Adam nodded, “Fair enough.”

  “I like Mexican food more than any other ethnic food,” Adam said, and then he stole her enchilada. Luna let him, she was stuffed.

  “Chinese,” she said.

  “There.”

  He touched her hand and the lightning bolt of lust that seared her arm startled her. They’d just done it, after all. “There what?”

  “Now we know.”

  “It’s not much. For all the fucking, you know.”

  “We know more than you think.” He finished his food and sat back in the chair, resting his right ankle on his left knee. He looked relaxed and happy. A hundred times better than when she’d shown up.

  “How so.”

  “I know that your son is the most important person to you and it kills you to think of him in any kind of turmoil.”

  She blushed and pushed some rice around on her plate. “So, isn’t that normal?”

  “Not really. I worked an out of town job with this guy at my old company. His kid was sick. He’d had the flu, it had turned to pneumonia—kid was not in a good way. Me, I’d have stayed home in a heartbeat if my kid was that sick. If my wife needed me. But he was looking at our out of town job as a little vacay paid for by the company. He didn’t cancel. After all, as he said, ‘How can I get a little strange at home?’”

  “Jesus,” Luna said. “He sounds like a real prince. How did you manage not to kill him in his sleep?”