Angry Sex

by Sommer Marsden

  “Don’t cry.”

  “I’m not,” she lied. “It’s just not fair. I didn’t do anything and you hate me. I said no and you’re touching me and…I want it. Not fair,” she said again.

  His lips brushed over the tear, and she felt a hitch in her throat. A flexing in her gut.

  “I’m mad, because you made me feel bad.” He walked her back. Kissed another tear that slid free. Licked at her lips until she parted them to kiss him. When her back hit the wall, her eyes came open and she saw the serious intent in his denim eyes.

  She didn’t ask him what he meant, but he kept talking anyway as he slid a third finger into her and touched a cluster of blissful nerve endings that blossomed beneath this fingertips.

  The first spasm of a sweet orgasm started in her. Luna dug her fingers into his biceps, tried to breathe. “I felt like such a shit. Such a jerk. And the point of this angry sex is that we not have any connection.”

  She nodded and he thrust that cluster of thick fingers. Luna heard herself say, “Oh” as she got closer to coming. To just giving into her body and sinking into the climax. No more holding on. No more resisting. No more worry or fear or anger. Just bliss for two seconds or ten or twelve—whatever she could get she‘d take.

  “Oh, indeed. I’m supposed to be able to fuck you, and get you off, and feel good and better and walk away. Not spend the rest of my shift for my third job hoping you don’t hate me.” He pressed his thumb against her clit, curled his fingers to her G-spot and kissed her.

  Another thick warm spasm in her pussy and she sighed. “Oh,” she said again.

  “I don’t like feeling bad.”

  “Then don’t be an asshole,” she said and then snorted—something that shocked both of them. He cocked an eyebrow and grinned. His fingers pulled free of her and Luna felt empty.

  She heard his hands on his buckle, his zipper and willed him to hurry.

  “I’ll try not to be such an asshole in the future.” He said it gruffly and then shoved her to the living room wall. For an instant her brain forgot that she was home alone. Forgot that her son was gone and she tensed. “What?”

  “Nothing. I forgot Nick wasn’t here. I forgot he’s…” Ah…shit. Her voice went thick, her eyes stung. The word ripped out of her. “Gone.”

  Pity washed over his face followed swiftly by annoyance, anger, and concern. He shoved her harder, hiked her leg up and pushed into her. His cock as long and thick and perfect as she remembered. The way he moved into her as good as she recalled. Luna moved her hips up to take him. He didn’t let her get far. He pinned her with his body and his motion. His warm hand covered her pulse and then his fingers curled to cup her throat. Not so much cutting off her air as making it feel labored. But the tension was there—the potential for real harm.

  Her body hummed to life all the way, nipples hard and poking at his chest through her nightie. Luna bit his lower lip when he kissed her—hard enough that he growled and curled his fingers a bit tighter on her throat. Luna could feel her racing pulse trapped beneath his grip and that sealed the deal. Her pussy clenched up around him and she came with a long low moan.

  “Good?” he asked.

  “Good, good,” she echoed. Nodding as she rode out every aftershock of her orgasm.

  He pulled free of her and she felt that emptiness again. Luna blinked, feeling slow and stupid from release. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. Get over here,” he said and grabbed her wrist and led her to the sofa.

  “You have a thing for my sofa?” she babbled almost hysterically.

  “You’re right,” he said and ducked to grab her. Then he was carrying her up to her room over his shoulder, and she was praying not to slide off or fall down or any of the things she’d normally do.

  Chapter Fourteen

  He turned left into her room and dropped her on the bed. Luna hit with an oomph and she bounced. And then she just sprawled there, watching. He shucked his jeans, pushing them low on his hips and over his muscular thighs. Dropping them into a small pile, he did the same with his boxer briefs—revealing to her a stunning hard cock and trim hips. Flat belly. A small brown trail of hair from belly button to groin.

  Luna’s body contracted pleasantly at the sight of him.

  When he pulled the white tee over his head, showing a rigid expanse of well muscled—

  but not over pumped—chest, her heart skipped a beat. His hair came out on the messy end from removing his tee, but it softened him. She saw that softening when he looked at her and smiled.

  The way the mussed hair, spiky in spots, wavy in others, gave him a mischievous boy appearance that normally wasn’t there.

  He moved toward her, she wiggled in place anticipating the feel of him. The warmth of him. The slide of his body penetrating hers. And when he was so close she could see his pulse jumping in his throat that anticipation fled and she was left with just a frenzied excitement tumbling in her gut.

  He moved over her, kissed her once, hard, and stared her down. “Hi,” Adam said, positioning himself between her legs. But he didn’t push into her. Just positioned himself that way—in a holding pattern—right above her and touched up against her nether lips.

  “Hi,” Luna breathed, trying very hard to stay still. To stay calm.

  “Hi,” he said again and slipped into her slowly. She was so wet he entered with ease, driving deep so that they connected with the smack of pelvic bones and matching gasps of pleasure.

  Luna nodded, stupidly. She gripped him, and moved her hips up to fill herself with his cock. He was thick which stretched her in a way she wasn’t used to. Until recently, it had been masturbation with slim toys for quite a while and now…oh now, she was full of him and it felt good to be full. “Okay?” he asked, his movements amping up. His thrusts rough and desperate.

  “Okay, okay,” she said and nodded. A slam of emotions worked through her—the anger at his anger toward her. The shock that her bedroom door was open and they were fucking. The remembered sadness that her son was gone. She shut her eyes to block it out, to hide it from him.

  Now was not the time for emotion. Now was the time for release.

  Adam kissed her again and must have caught something. His fingers swept the moist skin beneath her eyes and she shuddered internally because there was no denying the wetness on his fingertips. “None of that, boss lady,” he said.

  She made a noise like a startled bird when he grabbed her arms and pushed them above her head. Elbows bent, wrists crossed, upper body pinned beneath his. She brought her legs up high and wide to get him in as deep as he could get. Every thrust brought his pelvic bone down on her clit, sending a damp shiver through her body. She was going to come. But so caught up in the pain and confusion, lust and urgency, she felt like she was swirling down a drain. Being sucked to nowhere on a wave of tainted pleasure. Goodness deeply veined with grief.

  Adam shoved hard against her wrists, the small bones grinding together provoking a burst of pain. He found the tenderest bit of her throat with his teeth and bit her, all the while rocking into her with quiet intention.

  She came. The noise of her orgasm ripped out of her on a deep and embarrassing sob.

  She was too far gone to stop it and her confusion made its loud stamp on the quiet room with a different mournful sound. And yet her pussy continued to clamp and spasm around him. Taking every thrust he offered, milking every ounce of bliss she could get from their coupling. It left her weak and shaken.

  Adam pulled from her, grunting, “good”. When he stood, cock hard and flushed, it hit her—he hadn’t climaxed.

  He was rifling in his pants and she sat up, wiping her eyes, too shocked to feel embarrassed by her tears. “You didn’t…” she started.

  He glanced at her, blue eyes flashing in the low light thrown off by the dim table lamp she always kept on. “Didn’t what, boss lady?”

  He flashed her a half smile and she felt heated attraction fill her again. “You didn’t come.” She nodded to
his erection even as a blush heated her cheeks.

  Adam ripped his belt from the loops and Luna watched, feeling slow and confused. What the hell what he doing?

  When he moved toward her, she didn’t think to move away. She simply sat there. He dropped to the bed and grabbed her hand. She turned her palm against his and clasped his hand briefly, he squeezed as if they were sweethearts holding hands. “That’s because we’re not done yet,” he said.

  Then he placed her hand on his cock and she felt his pulse there, the dampness on his skin from their sex, the jerk of his desire when she squeezed. Adam gave another grunt—for some reason his caveman sounds turned her on to no end—and then he whipped his belt out and around her wrist. Before she could react, he’d moved behind her, the mattress bouncing joyfully with his movements.

  “What are you doing?” she squeaked.

  “We’re supposed to be having angry sex, Luna. Not sad sex, or emotional sex, or happy sex, or giggly sex. Angry sex. So, I’m helping you get your anger back.” She had no idea what he was talking about, but when he grabbed his belt and used it to truss her upper arms up so she couldn’t move them, she let out a caterwaul worthy of an angry cat.

  “Let me go!”

  “Nope. Hang out right here and get your anger back, lady.” He grabbed a pair of nylons she had on the bedside chair and did something with them. He was behind her and so were her hands so she had no idea what he was doing—all she knew was the end result was she couldn’t move away from the bedpost. She was not only trapped in his belt but she was bound to her bed.

  Luna’s breathing was hard and she gritted her teeth—ire filling her gut.

  “Let me go,” she said as calmly as she could.

  “Soon.” He turned and started to walk to the doorway. His cock was still hard and flushed, and she still felt an amazing surge of want when she saw him.

  “But where are you going?” Her voice was too high, too panicky.

  “To make a sandwich. I’m starved.” He walked out of the room as she sat there gaping.

  What. The. Fuck?

  Luna kicked her legs like she was having a tantrum. She hadn’t had a tantrum in a very long time. Possibly since she was in diapers, but she felt pretty ripe for one now. Until she rapped her head on the bed post hard enough to bite her tongue.

  “Damn it,” she growled. Another gulp of air and she wanted to cry. Her urge to just let her head fall forward and bawl was almost undeniable. Instead, she tilted her head back and let out a blood-curdling scream. She screamed until her throat burned and her belly ached. Maybe her neighbors would hear. Maybe they’d call the cops. That would serve him right. Getting handcuffed and hauled off balls-swinging naked. Just watch them drag him off to jail while he tried to pull on pants.

  He turned the corner and grinned at her. She noticed two things. He was eating a very nice sandwich built from her primo prosciutto and provolone…and his cock was still hard.

  Distractingly hard.

  “Careful. You might hurt yourself.” He winked at her.

  Rage—violent, red and staggering—swelled up inside of her so her vision seemed to dim and then go brighter. Like a TV about to blow a tube. “I hope you choke on that sandwich.” He looked stricken for a moment, but when his lips curled into a smile, Luna saw it was all for show. “That would be a waste of superb deli meats,” he said, his voice a sultry curl of audible smoke. “How about I give you something to choke on, though, boss lady?” Her heart rapped in her chest at that suggestion. But her cunt—oh, that traitor—it went slick so fast she felt a small slide of her own juices slip from her opening. “No,” she said.

  Adam swallowed the last bite of his sandwich and picked up a bottle of water she always kept on the nightstand. After finishing it off in a long, seemingly unending swallow, he put it down and came toward her. Her fingers twitched and her arms tingled from being bound. She shook her head and said, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

  But inside of her, in her warm wet recesses, her body flexed with greed and lust. What felt like the smallest of orgasms made her feel warm from the inside out. She shivered. He was so close now Luna could smell him. The heated-musk scent of their fucking on his skin. Adam took another step toward her and his cock was so close that if she stuck her tongue out and just tried…

  “Open for daddy,” he said, grinning.

  “No.”

  He took himself in hand and moved an inch closer. She tried to back up on the bed, but there was nowhere for her to go. Her back was pressed squarely to the bedpost. So she turned her head.

  “Oh, so tricky. Whatever will I do?” he whispered. His knees hit the bed and the mattress dipped. He moved around to where her face now pointed and pinned her head between his big hands. He closed the final gap and they were now so close she had a choice—bite him or suck him. At the moment, it was a draw.

  Luna opened her mouth to tell him to go fuck himself. But he made a noise and hushed her.

  “Before you speak, boss lady, I’m going to tell you the facts. Are you ready?” Something in his voice made her pay attention. And since his erection was—right.

  fucking. there—in her face, she nodded instead of responding verbally.

  “If you say no, I will take you at your word. If you say stop, I will obey. I will untie you, get dressed and I will leave. And that will be that for us. No more sex. No more flirting. No more working together. No more of whatever this is. I will go and I will wish you well.” She stared at him, frozen. She should make him go. She didn’t need this. He’s put her in this position where she felt powerless and soft and she was so fucking…mad about it. She just wanted to hit him. Hurt him. Make him suffer.

  But he is suffering. And so are you…

  She should tell him to beat feet. Get lost. Go away. She would just listen to her instincts, Luna decided. The eye contact was making her feel flushed and antsy. Like a bug pinned to a board.

  Just listen to your instincts…

  He was waiting as if he had all the time in the world.

  Luna opened her mouth. And when he painted her lower lip with the gem of pre-come on the tip of his cock, she had to fight for air. Her arousal was off the charts. But so was her rage.

  * * * * *

  He pushed into her so hard she had to suck air through her nose. Her fingers tangled with one another and she felt a crawling anxiety for air in her lungs…and then a slam of arousal so sudden it made her go rigid.

  “How do you feel now?” he growled, still holding her head. Covering her ears so her hearing was buffeted by his palms on her head.

  Angry…wanting…

  He slowed his thrust, dragging his cock along her lower lip, scraping it a little over her teeth on purpose. And God help her, though she could gleefully punch him, she could also gleefully fuck him—so she sucked.

  Adam stilled for a moment as if surprised and then chuckled. He used a little more finesse to push deeper into her throat. She could feel him tempering his urgency by the way he eased into her throat instead of forcing. She sucked again, dragging her tongue up the back of him, and when he withdrew enough, she sucked the silken tip of his cock. She heard his breathing change, felt his fingers curl to her face and heard him—barely, because he tried to swallow the word before it slipped out—mutter, “Christ” The belt that bound her banged and jostled as he loosened her from the bedpost. He unbuckled and unwound her, pulling her one arm around to the front and then the other. She didn’t have time to react, though, when he rejoined her arms and rewound the leather. Bucking her in the front this time.

  “What are you doing?” she growled, teeth clenched.

  Adam smiled and slipped her tethered hands around his neck. He kissed her, and she felt frustration with her own stupid self when her mouth softened and she let his bullying tongue slide past her lips. Luna could feel the damp hot length of his cock pressed to her belly. She could smell the intimate scent of him in her head from sucking him off. And inside herself, her body was at wa
r. Her stomach and ego against what was about to happen, but her cunt was completely on board. The hungry parts of her body wanted him more than ever.

  “I’m kissing you,” he said, mouth to her throat, teeth to her jumping pulse.

  “Get off me,” she said, but there was no heat there. There was no threat or malice or even truth. She’d have thought him stupid if he’d believed her.

  “How about I get in you.” He nudged her soaking pussy with his hardness. And when he entered her—just the tip for that moment—she didn’t think. She simply reacted. She moved her body to take him. Her hips arching up to force him in, take him deep.

  “How do you feel?” he asked, eyes serious as a heart attack. Face stark, jaw clenched.

  But his eyes were something more—almost kind.

  For a second she hated him. Because the kindness made her lose her hold on her anger.

  She wanted to keep it. She wanted to hold it close.

  The door was open, she was bound, he was fucking her despite her almost convincing no’s. He could kill her, maim her, make her into a girl suit, because no one would know. No one was here. She was alone.

  And there it was again—bright and shining and visceral—anger.

  “Pissed.”

  “Good.”

  She tugged hard with her bound arms and bumped his face roughly against her. She bit his lip so he hissed, but he simply fucked her harder. Her hair rasping on the bedspread. So much noise and friction she knew she’d have fuck knots come morning.

  “I hate you,” she said. Then she bit him again.

  His hands clamped down hard enough on her hips to hold her steady while he drove into her. She knew she’d have marks on her skin later. She wanted them. Craved them.

  “No you don’t. You hate all this shit in your life. Me…you’re rather partial to.” When he kissed her, stroking her lower lip with his tongue, she craned her neck and lulled him into a sensual kiss. She felt his fingers grip her tighter, and Adam slid his hips from left to right, grinding his pelvic bone to her clit so that she had to struggle not to come. Bright white lights were sparking in the dark behind her closed lids. Her pulse was a thick cotton stuffing in her ears.