Getting all the ingredients for biscuits wasn't hard. But this stupid baking pan was too fucking high up. In Zoey and Noah's house, there were a lot of kitchen gadgets. A sleek and modern kitchen which meant one of those well-organized kitchens. Every place had a precise, perfect spot. But that perfect spot was designed for much taller people than me. Going outside to get the steps would just put me off the relax and chill out biscuit mission.

I put one knee on the kitchen counter and tried lifting for that stupid baking pan. Fully stretched my fingers as far as they would reach. The A/C was blasting, and the breeze was cool on my skin. My fingertips brush against the metal of the baking pan so tantalizingly out of reach.

A rough hand joined mine touching the baking pan, and he was crowding me into the countertop. He was all heat, and he smelled so good. That kind of good that I knew without looking back. I paused savoring it. Tasting it on my tongue like a fine wine. Just the smell of that salty woodsy sent I was back to a place, I really shouldn't be when I was at work. Moreover, when I was at work, a live stream was going on and content for YouTube. His friends and family were over. My friends and family were over. Just a single door away from me having the dirtiest thoughts so fast in my head. I shivered with him and his hand didn't move for that god damn pan he kept it there. His big body was tight against me. It was slow motion, but I felt that hard cock grow against my ass. The heat from his zipper against my panties had me casually resisting the urge to push back and get it quick. Something stops me though. It was the anger I knew was going to be mixed into whatever we did now.

My heart was thumping out of my chest. A burning chest had me leaning my head forward against the cabinet. My hot breaths raced to fill my light head with air instead of the lust that was robbing me of thought.

"Noah?" I said it so breathy it could have passed for a soft moan. I was at a point where the man could get me juiced up by pure proximity.

"Yes," he answered me.

"Can you get the baking pan please?" His hand was on it but he wasn't moving. He knew what he was doing because my panties were telling on me. I don't have a fucking second pair.

Noah and Zoey's kitchen was huge but somehow like always saying so few words but finding a way to fill the room up. Just as I asked he pulled down the pan from the top shelf for me. Except when he got the baking pan he didn't step away from me. His big body leaned forward into my back. He gave me just enough room to step back and pull my dress back down over my ass. Noah was still way too close as he leaned into me and got even closer. Crowding me with his body and heat. My heavy head fell back into his wide chest.

Noah didn't get the sundress and summer dress shirt memo. He was in black jeans and a t-shirt that I was thankful god poured him into. Damn, the thing was so skin tight I wanted to lick his chest like it was ice cream. Then I'd see if gobbling that chest down too much and too fast would get me a brain freeze with a sugar high.

We were sitting on the edge together and as his big hand wrapped around my hip, I knew where this was going. It wasn't a place that we should go but a place we simply had to when we were this near. It was becoming a pattern. A very unhealthy fucking pattern. When I looked up into his eyes, I saw the hurt again. The burn in my chest was lust mixed with sorrow. That thing I couldn't place in his eyes was still there. My mind swapped emotions of what it could be besides anger but I couldn't place it.

The truth, even with that angry-ass sex at the Crocker museum I was still thirsty as always.

His tented jeans were hard against my ass, nestled and growing. But those angry eyes were a lot. Noah's big hand on my back pushes me down onto the counter breaking our eye contact. My ass hanging out. He lifts my dress and pushes my panties to the side.

The crumpling foil sound of a condom hurt. I realized it would hurt every time because it was a reminder of the promise I had him make to me. About using one if he hooks up with other people. His thumb swipes across my center flicking past my clit. And I hiss at the touch, my ass jumping a little. I was ready so damn ready to fuck down and make all the bad decisions. But even with that pang of sadness, my lust couldn't be stopped.

Noah lifts my leg back up on top of the counter opening me up even more. Then he thrust into me slowly. Stretching me out with himself hot inside me. I shift away from the bite his thickness causes trying to find the right angle. The right way but there's not a right way for thickness sometimes you just got to take it. His hand around my hip pulled me back onto his cock speeding his plunging furious cock into me. He is deeper and more persistent in finding that rough spot inside me. That place only he knows. Too quick and borrowing into that spot I need to be stretched to full around him.

Pain from me bitting the shit out of my lip and keeping the noise down shocks me. I didn't even know I was biting my lip until the pain but I didn't stop it as he hits it harder speeding up. The forceful thud thuds against the counter and the slapping of our flesh together were too much. It only sounds other than our hot breaths. The strap of my sundress falls to the side and one breast leaks out of the cup of the built-in bra. He shifts that other strap so both my breasts bounce with each of his deep thrusts.

We fucked as if it was the only fresh air we would ever get at the bottom of the ocean. Because come push or shove we were still there at the bottom. We never fucking left. Nothing was right anymore because we got a taste of slightly right before the breakup. That taste ruined everything.

The building tightness at my center was nothing to the pleasure that was fogging my mind. But I couldn't escape my thoughts. Certainly not the cowardice as my eyes were locked on the cabinet instead of turning back to look at Noah.

His rough hand tightened on my waist. Noah's questing other hand found my breast through the fallen straps of my dress. He pushes the dress's bra cup to the side all the way out of the bra. He freed both breasts like they were prisoners and he was there to break them out. Noah pulled hard at my nipple. And my core tightens at the rushed touch.

Noah was taking what he wanted. He shifted slightly from my hip with just the tip of his finger brushing. It was the softest of caresses against my hard clit. A complete contrast to his brutal, unforgiving thrust into my core. I shook against that countertop. Up on my tip toes sending my ass back into his thrust with wanton abandon.

He found the end of me again, and again. Hitting that place inside me he knew. And it was all too much. The moan came out, and it caught me off guard. It was ripped from deep inside me.

Noah's hand sealed on top of my mouth. His hard thrust hit my meaty ass. Noah's hand on my hip painfully kept me in place slowing us down. He kept me on the edge between the pleasure of cuming and the pain of waiting. Teetering in no-man's-land on his sea no shore in sight. His gentle touches to my clit weren't enough to take me over the edge. Noah's hard, slow pace fell short of it. Just enough agonizingly balanced on the edge of paradise.

That's when the anger built. Even when I had sex with Noah at the museum and he was mad as hell I never was angry. Mostly guilty but never angry. I wanted to make it right. I wanted badly to fix it. I wanted to figure out a way that I could make other choices but I always had kids. I always got the assignment when push came to shove. But when my gaze connected with Noah's ocean eyes knew the truth of it.

I taught Noah how to fuck. And he was fucking me over good.

He knew exactly what he was doing. The anger, the pain all of it was there in his lost eyes. It pissed me the fuck off. He wants to be angry and fuck fine. But I wanted to get the fuck off. It felt so fucking good but my achy core wasn't getting that last bit. The need to cum was a wound in my center he was pounding away at but giving no relief. Our gaze was locked together in rage chasing ecstasy. The heat grew behind my eyes.

"Noah!" It was a half muffled whine, half moan from deep down in the core of my being behind his hand. I couldn't take it anymore the sensation was too much. His hand didn't move from my hip and his pace didn't speed up to give me what I wanted. The edge was too vicious, wetness rolled down my cheek, and that expression, that gaze was back again.

"Quite," Noah said warned through clenched teeth. He removed his hand from my mouth. Smart move I was so pissed off I was about to bite the shit out of it.

His fingertip flicks with pressure against my clit. And my attention was center-right back on my need. Hot shivers run through my body mixing with the rage. My hips worked against his tight hold to give me what I wanted. To fuck back hard enough for it to finally feel better. This gut-wrenching neediness could be over. His cruel mouth scraped across my nipple and the tight heated buds only rose me higher. Without relief, without reprieve, heartless cruelty poured onto those little buds. His teeth sink into the nipple. Laving his wet tongue over that bit nipple again and again. It sent electric pulses of pleasure-pain through my body. And when he switched to my other nipple giving it the same attention. I knew my sweet Noah learn well how to be a bad bad man. He hurt me so deliciously good.

I saw my need and my body answered with those sloppy sounds of our coupling. His hand on my hip bruising hard. The ecstasy just within reach. Noah's hard cock and our harsh breathing were the only sound that could be heard. I bite the shit out of my lip keeping the moan at the tip of my lips from spilling over to be overheard by the guests.

Our angry gazes lock on each other tracking our lust and the undeniable truth that this was what we were good at. We were good at fucking each other and now we were falling into what was becoming a pattern. A pattern that was so bloodthirsty as we shared our souls. Tearing out my love for him as my core clenches hard around that thick seeking girth. Plunged deep in me, he found the end of me with every single terrorizingly slow stroke. I watched him so close, I couldn't look away if I wanted to. Through the watery haze of my intended regard of the man I loved. Warped in his ugly deep fucking. My beloved's ocean eyes were fire burning on water. The most beautiful of destruction and so terrible in his beauty.

As that ugly moan slipped from my lips, he captures my mouth. Slaving me to his questing tongue as I clamped down on his thick cock pouring my lust into him. I was his, and he seated himself deep in me giving to me as well as I was getting. Holding me in place as I pulled away from him too deep inside me. Noah, grunts into my mouth as his hardness expands deep inside me coming deep in me. Hurting me so goddamn good. He empties himself into me and my kiss keeps drinking him down.

My body was too hot, I couldn't breathe. And my hungry hips kept sending it back on that cock even as Noah milked himself into my greedy core. We couldn't stop, over-sensitive and I wanted so much more. Our kiss mixed with the hunger and the salt of my tears. We have to stop. We have to stop...

I couldn't...

"T, can you get some of that apple butter you brought to go with the biscuit? Why's the door locked?" Carly asked as the sound of the jiggled lock was so loud in my ear. My hips didn't stop moving edging toward another orgasm. We waited too long. Noah halts my me and I break the kiss in fury. I growl at him. Noah's eyes are steady when he looked down at me. He nods at the door. With his cock still lodged in me I couldn't think straight. And it took me a few seconds to think about the words Carly had said.

"Yeah, sure thing, that old door locks sometimes." I tried again to fuck back into Noah I was so close to coming again. I groan in frustration.

"Huh, what was that I missed the last part?" Carly yelled through the kitchen door.

"I'll bring it out when the biscuits are done," I said back to her.

"Ok," she replied. I heard her footsteps on the wrap-around porch until I couldn't. I was tired. The neediness didn't go away. My core clenched and release around Noah's cock but I wasn't getting any higher anymore. I put my hot head down against the countertop. Breathing in and out slowly trying to get the anger and need under control.

The smell of sex was everywhere in the kitchen, and my body was still keyed up. A sent mixing the room only reminded me of so many things from the past. Spicy, salt, and sex. 100% Noah instant get me worked up anywhere any time smell. I felt Noah's hand between our bodies grabbing hold of the condom and my heart ached as he pulled out of me slowly. The smacking sound of my lips and wetness hugging his cock all the way out. I missed him cumming inside of me without that fucking condom. I turn my head so I cooled my other hot cheek. My ass hanging off the side exposed to him and I couldn't have cared. I felt that soft touch of his fingers moving through my folds shifting the creamy wetness of me. He pinched my clit sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through my body. It shocked me into the orgasm; I needed for the third time. I moan in pure bliss even though the caustic anger stilled mixed in. My core clenches empty, and missing him.

My head falls back to the counter. This fixed nothing... if anything.. made it worst.

A/n: second time sorry. lol trying to get as many people into the tour for watty's as possible so I'm gonna probably do this a lot. If you haven't already checked it out it's in my profiles