Make-up Sex.

John paced the living room, his breathing heavy, the silence between them vibrating with the leftover heat of their fight. Nicole watched him, her chest heaving under her blouse. The tension didn't dissipate; it shifted, curdling from anger into a jagged, desperate hunger.

"You think you can just override me in my own house?" John snapped, stopping inches from her.

"I just want my brother safe, John," Nicole whispered, her eyes searching his.

He grabbed her waist, his fingers digging into her slender hips. "You're too soft, Nicole. Too damn soft."

He crashed his lips against hers, tasting of salt and bitterness. Nicole moaned, her hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. The kiss was a collision, a frantic exchange of saliva and teeth that left them both breathless. John hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom.

He dropped her onto the mattress, the springs shrieking. He stripped her clothes away in a blur of motion, leaving her exposed and shivering. John didn't waste time. He freed his cock, thick and pulsing, and shoved it into her wet pussy with a single, blunt thrust.

"God, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice a guttural rasp.

Nicole gasped, her back arching. The friction was intense, a wet, shlicking sound filling the room as he hammered into her. He didn't bother with finesse; he drove himself deep, his balls slapping rhythmically against her perineum. Nicole gripped the sheets, her head tossing from side to side. She felt the pressure building, the heat radiating from where their pelvic bones collided.

"John, right there, please," she whimpered, her voice trembling.

He didn't slow down, his pace becoming a frantic, bruising rhythm. He focused on his own release, his thrusts becoming shorter and more violent. With a sharp, guttural shout, he shuddered, his cock pulsing inside her as he flooded her with warm cum. He collapsed onto her, his weight crushing the air from her lungs.

After a moment, he pulled out and rolled away, breathing hard. Nicole lay still, her heart hammering. The peak had been right there, a shimmering ghost of a climax that vanished the moment he stopped. She felt empty, the ache of unfulfilled desire humming in her nerves.

"That was exactly what I needed," John sighed, closing his eyes.

Nicole stared at the ceiling, the dampness between her thighs a cold reminder of the gap between them.

"So about Daniel?"

"Yes, he can stay with us. But he has to behave. And help out around the House"