TRIBULATIONS

24.

Pierre groaned, he threw his head back as he tightened his grip on Lisa's bare hips as she rolled herself on his lap.

Lisa moaned at the toe curling feeling their sex evoked in her. Pierre pressed quick kisses on her skin, sucking and nibbling on it too. Lisa chuckled, "..You told me you'd be busy, what made you—A!" She let out a startled gasp, "..change your mind?"

Pierre didn't like speaking about his troubles to his sex partners, well in this case, to Lisa. It felt far too intimate for his liking, but he played along, "..Needed to let out some steam."

Lisa pressed Pierre's shoulder, raised her hips up, and bounced on his thick length. A fire ignited inside of her, threatening to dissolve into nothing as the tension arose. Pierre gripped her plump butt, a quick but sharp slap landed on Lisa's butt cheek, and she breathed through her clenched teeth harshly.

Their sex had lasted longer than it usually did. It was so because Pierre's head had been filled with many things. Lisa laid on her stomach as Pierre pounded her from behind, he did not grip her hair, afraid he would receive another lecture from Lisa, her hair was very precious to her. Instead, he gripped the back of her neck, tightening his grip enough to grin at the loud high-pitched moan that was rippled out of Lisa, but not enough to hurt her.

Soon enough, Pierre panted in the humid room. The bed was moist— stained with fluids. Sweat ran down their skin, sore muscles ready to rest, hickeys all over their bodies, bruised lips, tear stained faces, and disheveled hair.

Pierre was on his back as Lisa rested besides him. He expected to be calm after their needy sex, but he instead felt more worn out. Different kinds of things filled his mind,

The locket of Arthur's mysterious mother. The Government and Arnold's devious plans, the Upside city, the Superhuman's papers, their whereabouts, how Jane had thrown him under the bus, what Brenden revealed, his nation; Mispair. How he completely ignored his people's needs due to his incompetence and anger.

He huffed out a grunt as he rolled over the bed and stood up with a slight jump. He walked around the bed in a bored manner. Lisa's eyes followed his body curiously. Pierre hadn't bothered to clean up and wear fresh boxers, for now, he needed a smoke to clear his mind. Lisa was wrapped around his blanket, covering her mouth watering body.

Pierre lit up his cigarette, putting the cigarette in his mouth, he breathed in, and puffed the smoke out as he stared out the window. His bed was against a window, meaning that anybody could have seen him having sex. But good thing their building was very big, Pierre was on the highest building.

The view was also amazing so it was a plus.

Lisa sighed, "Tell me."

Pierre's vigorous brown eyes darted a glance at her. He continued smoking slowly, as if to avoid her stare. But he couldn't do so for long, "..What."

Lisa lifted herself up only to rest her back against the headboard. "You don't seem satisfied, you always do."

Pierre shrugged.

Lisa couldn't help but frown. "What's wrong?" She questioned, a more demanding tone lingering.

Pierre finally gave in, "Jane tells me you met a guy in the club."

Lisa's eyes were filled with bewilderment, soon, her eyes lightened up in realization. "..Oh! He was simply kind to me, you know I'm not used to that." She pouted and put on an exaggerated expression.

Pierre glanced at her again, not finding her humorous. Lisa let out an exasperated exhale. "What.. Are you jealous?" She smirked.

Pierre ignored her this time. His cigarette was burning up, and when he was finished, he pressed the back of the cigarette against the smoking pot set on the windows edge. He extinguished it before glaring with fury and seriousness at Lisa, "..I overheard Jane saying she would milk you out for information on me."