Free Moments Lost and Found by Olivia Jake Page B

angry. She
continued to sip at her second drink as he walked over to the bar, replaced the
bottle and then walked over to the stereo to turn on some music. Which helped,
since they weren’t talking. Sam watched him as he glided around the room, and
even as angry as she was, she couldn’t help but still be attracted to him. She
wanted to hit him, but she also wanted to tear his clothes off and fuck him.
    As he continued to do this and that,
close curtains, start a fire, stoke the fire, Sam sipped at her drink and
stewed and got more agitated and horny. She couldn’t understand her conflicting
emotions. When she was finished, she set her glass down. He looked over and
asked, “Would you like another, Samantha?” This time, the S of Samantha wasn’t
as crisp as normal.
     “No, thank you, Laurent.” She
said petulantly, or as petulantly as she could after two scotches on a
basically empty stomach. The last time she had eaten was a salad at lunch, and
that was no match for the liquor.
     “Good.” Was all he said as he
held out his hand. She instinctively got up and took it and he grabbed her,
roughly and growled, “You want to fight, Samantha? You want to go head to head
with me and show me how tough you are? You think having a scotch is going to
prove something? If you want to fight, then ok, let’s fight.” His hands were on
her biceps and they were squeezing her arms tighter than he’d ever squeezed.
She squirmed to get away but then he leaned down to kiss her. And again, she
was so used to opening up, to giving in to him, she immediately returned his
kiss, but it was more than a kiss, it was like his mouth was mauling hers. She
could taste the scotch on him mingle with hers. The stubble that had grown from
the morning was rough on her face, rougher than usual because he was smashing
his mouth onto hers. But she was kissing him back or mauling him back. She
tried to free her arms but he wouldn’t let them go so she grabbed the back of
his waist and dug her nails in, hard, which seemed to surprise him. He let out
a throaty laugh, and through panting breaths asked “Really, Samantha? You’re
going to fight like a girl?” to which she reached up and grabbed his hair. He
twisted his head to break free of her grasp and swiftly swept one of his feet
under her legs to throw her off balance, and pushed her down on the couch.
    Immediately, he was on top of her,
his mouth again assaulting hers and she didn’t know what she was doing but she
was grabbing his ass as he ground himself into her. He pinned her legs with
his, and even as she tried to free them, she was unbuckling and unzipping his
pants. She was fighting him and wanting him to fuck her. She was pushing
against him with all her might, but she wanted him to pound his cock inside of
her. She finally got his pants and briefs off and yanked them down his legs as
much as she could given that she still had very little mobility. He somehow had
unzipped her pants and tugged them off her so quickly that he was back on top
of her before she could do much. How could she want to knee him in the balls
and have him fuck her at the same time? It didn’t much matter because he shoved
his way in and she gasped.
    They both took a moment to register
how good that felt, but they weren’t finished ‘fighting’. He started pumping
her and she met him thrust for furious thrust, but it was like she was trying
to buck him off, even though that was the exact opposite of what she wanted.
She was clawing at his back, and even though her legs were wrapped around his
waist she was squeezing him and fighting until she felt her orgasm rising. She
didn’t want to come, she was so fucking pissed off that coming felt like she
was giving up the fight, but her body responded to his onslaught and when she
did come she gritted her teeth as she screamed, bringing Laurent to the brink
who yelled too. He collapsed on top of her and they lay there for a few
minutes, panting together until