"Why the fuck are you here, Lara?"
The heiress couldn't answer herself. She didn't want to. That sort of introspection offered her no benefit.
Lara kept her eyes straight ahead, watching her blurry reflection in the polished bronze of the lift doors.
Fancy place, the Hartwood. Gilded archways and warm, golden lights giving off a modern Art Deco feel. It held no candle to Croft Manor, of course. The air was too clean here. Lacking the faint musk of dust and dirt and history.
Yet that wasn't why Lara was beset by nerves.
She flashed her eyes towards the lift panel. Red numbers flickered by, rising higher and higher. Four onto five, rolling on into seven, eight, nine...
Ten.
Tenth floor.
Lara wondered then if that was Lucas being cheeky or just pure dumb luck.
The lift dinged and the bronze doors slid open. The hallway waited, empty and silent. Lara breathed and didn't move. A second ticked by, then another. Then the doors started to slide shut and her heart leapt into her throat. Lara threw her hand out and the doors spread open again. She forced her legs to move.
"Oh, God. Fuck me." Her mutterings were quiet, barely more than a whisper.
If the ride up the lift was a struggle, the walk down the hall was even worse. Each step was heavier than the last, plodding, lumbering. Yet Lara could not stop. She read the room numbers as she passed them by. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.
Closer and closer, she dragged herself to the lion's den. She was already dreading how smug he'd look when he opened the door for her. And no doubt the git would be licking his chops.
"Dreadful. Just a dreadful fucking idea." Lara hissed to herself. "Even worse than Borneo."
That wasn't quite true, of course. Borneo saw her thrown in a riverboat's hold for a day and a half while armed smugglers ferried her back to their camp. They never made it, obviously. Lara got herself free, sank the boat to the bottom of the river - along with damn near all of the smugglers. A massive waste of time, Borneo. She never even got laid.
The door numbered sixteen was staring back at her now. Lara was still as a statue, letting the silence wash over her. She took in a long, deep breath.
"Fuck me."
More nerves. Little lightning bolts all over her skin. Under her skin. In her flesh. In her belly. Lara needed a moment.
Her hair was done neat, pulled out of her face into a ponytail. No touching up needed. She smoothed out her outfit, a snug, black turtleneck over hip-hugging jeans. Simple but sleek. Why had she gotten dressed up? What had compelled her to do that? More questions she didn't want to answer.
Lara forced herself to move again. Her knuckles rapped three times on the door.
It was maybe two seconds of waiting but it felt like agony. Then the number sixteen swung back, revealing Lucas Simon. All of Lucas Simon.
Despite his nudity, the young man gave her a grin. Smug, pleased, and friendly all at once.
"Lady Croft. Glad you could make it."
Lara almost didn't hear him. Her attention was fixed on other things. Like the absurdity of the current scene. The absurdity of her standing there. The absurdity of that hanging, half-hard cock.
Half-hard - hard enough that she could see the damned thing stirring from the pumping blood. Inches and inches long, pale yet flushed darker than the rest of him, sporting a glossy pink crown just about sprouting through the foreskin. Pointing straight at her. Somehow it was more menacing now than when it was right in her face. Right in her mouth-
There was a flash of something in Lara's gut then. And along with it came a sliver of sense.
"For fuck's sake."
She quickly pushed her way into the hotel room, taking Lucas by the arm and dragging him in with her. Her heart hammering against her ribs, Lara whirled around and slammed the door shut. A curse flew under her breath.
She heard Lucas chuckling behind her then.
"Hey, no need to rush. We've got all night." A joke. Like this was a game.
Lara chewed her tongue. If she hadn't, she might have bitten the lout's head off.
"Piss off." Lara snapped, whirling back on the naked young man. She was mindful to keep her eyes locked with his. The thought of giving him the pleasure of looking down... "Wipe that bloody grin off your face. Someone could have seen!"
"I've got nothing to hide."
Lucas crossed his lean, muscled arms. He leaned against the wall, relaxed and uncaring. It was maddening.
"And you've got nothing to lose. It's not your good name on the line, is it?" Lara wanted to slap the sod. She wanted to grab him by the hair and... She wanted to...
Fuck, she was blushing now wasn't she?
"Never thought Lady Lara Croft would be afraid of the gossip mags." Lucas' voice sliced through like a hot knife.
"I'm not." Lara bit back. "But my career is built on my reputation. You think I'd risk that for you?"
"You showed up, didn't you?" Lucas gave her a rather painted once-over. "And you haven't left yet."
"Yet. Lose the attitude or I walk."
Lucas didn't talk back for a change. He put on that damnable grin again, though. That maddening curl at the corner of his well-formed mouth grated on Lara's nerves. The same as his eyes, how they shined with devious glee.
Lara could only look for so long before the grating became too much. She let her gaze fall to his body, but that was maddening in a different way. Lara was reluctant to admit it but the young man was in very fine shape. For his age, of course. He was no Cowboy or Sebastien, without the years of discipline at the gym or honed from a rugged lifestyle. At eighteen years old, Lucas was more slender, taut and tight where Cowboy was broad and powerful. And less hairy. Cowboy had hair all down his chest and stomach, fuzz on his forearms, and a short, scruffy stubble across his jaw. Lucas, by comparison, may as well have been silky smooth. Clean shaven but for the trimmed thatch above his manhood... and the faint fuzz covering his hanging balls.
His cock took center stage again. It was swollen harder and bigger now, all on its own. Just from me being here...
"I'm sorry." His voice shook Lara from her thoughts again. She blinked, yanking her gaze upwards. Had she heard him right? His face had softened some, though still he grinned. He held his hands up, half-serious. "I didn't mean to spoil the mood. I've got Lara Croft standing in my hotel room. Can't blame a guy for getting a big head."
Big.
The word made her scoff. He just happened to say that by chance? No. On purpose, no doubt. Cheeky fucker.
This time Lara was the one giving him a once-over. She took her time now. As he said, she was already there. No point in discretion behind closed doors. She eyed his fit figure, the clear lines of muscle crossing his chest and stomach. And lower, she admired his more lurid blessing.
There was a slight curve to the shaft, veering right. She'd never noticed that the first time.
Arrogant boy. With plenty to be arrogant about.
A familiar story, Lara couldn't deny that. No matter how irksome the thought was.
"Sooo..." Lucas broke the quiet first.
"So."
"So, you're still here. You accept my apology?"
Lara lifted a brow.
"That was an apology? I've gotten more remorse from pirates who have actually tried to kill me."
"Well, I've always been more of an 'actions, not words' kinda guy..." Lucas pushed off the wall then, stepping closer. One hand went to his fattened prick, stroking it. "Let me make it up to you."
Lara watched his hand drift along the shaft, back and forth, back and forth. Watched how the foreskin slid from the swollen head then back over it. She could see the slit was starting to glisten with slickness.
"I see." She said evenly. Her clothes felt snug. Much more snug than before. "And how would you start?"
"By proving I'm better company than pirates and mercenaries."
Lucas stroked himself faster, a few more hard pumps before letting his solid cock sway alone between his legs. Big. It looked so bloody big hanging there, swinging with heft and weight. A mallet of meat sprouting forth, flushed hot pink and starting to drip. God, she could almost smell the fucking thing.
And then there was Lucas himself. He had a look about him now. An intent that burned in his eyes, burned hotter than in Lara's study, hotter than in the Simon offices. How could one so young be so full of hunger? Not even Sebastien the bloody Frenchman lusted for her the way Lucas was now.
The terror that Lara expected to torch through her innards never came. Instead, there was another sort of heat. It boiled and frothed in her belly, spreading through her flesh. Wicked and welcome.
I'm really doing this. Bloody brilliant, Lara.
The truth of it turned out to be quite plain. This was what she did all the time. Damn the rules. Damn the laws. If Lara Croft wanted something, she took it.
Here, tonight, it was no different.
"You've got some nerve. And a set of brass balls." Lara mused, moving forth to meet her young company.
"And?" Lucas pressed, his smile growing.
"And you've got a lot to learn." Lara hummed as her hands met his flat stomach. Fingertips drifted over hot, smooth skin. Tracing the lines of his abdomen. "The cocky playboy act isn't nearly as charming as you think, boy. Sometimes it's better to hold your tongue... and put it to better use..."
Lara didn't know who moved first. Probably Lucas, horny as he was. The kiss was deep right off the bat, a tangle of tongues so warm and feverish that her head was already spinning. Lucas wasted no time getting his arms around her, coiling around her waist and pulling her in close. His cock stabbed between her thighs, hot and hard. Even through the fabric of her jeans, Lara felt the heat of him. An iron pipe running red.
Yet again, the fearless adventurer found herself bewildered by the younger man's talent. At his ripe age, the skill he had with his tongue was... shocking. His moved with confidence, rolling against hers more deftly and with more purpose than men decades older. It begged questions that Lara was not at all interested in asking. Not right then, anyhow.
Tonight, Lara meant to enjoy herself. Lucas kissed good and he touched her good. That was all that mattered.
He felt at her body. Pawed at her, really. Taking handfuls of ass, following the curve of her hips, groping at her through her clothes. She moaned at that, moaned right into his mouth, and Lucas swallowed them up, grunting back in turn.
Hot breath went out his nostrils, like he was a snorting beast. The heat ghosted over her face, made her shiver. It rolled down her back, from there sinking into her flesh. Burrowing into her guts, dropping into her belly where it caught fire. Delicious fire.
He had her moaning again. Higher in pitch. Almost a whimper. Bastard.
Before long, Lucas was tugging at her clothes. So impatient.
He drew up her turtleneck. She raised her arms, letting him peel the dark sweater from her body. Lara sighed as the air graced her skin, prickling all down her arms, her back, her chest. Then his mouth caught hers again, deep and hungry. His hands quickly went to her waist, working at her belt. Lara's heart hammered so hard she could hardly hear her own thoughts. Such that her next move was pure instinct. She took Lucas by his cock, filling her hand with that hot, thick slab of meat.
Fucking hell, it's big...
That ripped another grunt from him, low and ragged. He lurched against her, bucking his hips into her hand. Breaking their kiss, he let his chin fall to her shoulder. Lara could hear his labored breaths, could hear him huffing in her ear.
"Yeah..." He rasped. "You feel that? Feel how hard I am?"
Lara felt his cock spasm in her hand. So hot and heavy. It hadn't been a trick of her mind the last time - this rod had weight.
"Fuck's sake..."
"All your fault, Lara." Lucas groaned, sliding his lips along her neck. Little kisses leaving little fires in their wake. Stirring up that sweet blaze in her belly. And Lucas' voice was just more fuel doused over. "Had my mind racing while I was waiting for you. Thinking about what we were gonna do for the encore."
Encore. That sent Lara's mind racing, too. Racing along with her heart as Lucas drew up for another ravenous kiss. That's what this was, wasn't it? Round two with Lucas and that monstrous thing between his legs. Lara remembered how that thing felt in her mouth, how it felt pushing into her throat. She remembered how it tasted, that musky tang of skin and sweat and salt. The ghost of his flavor still danced on her taste buds even now and it sent her head spinning into a wicked storm.
A whimper broke from her throat - a whimper - as Lucas sucked on her tongue. The teenager went back to work on her pants. With her belt gone, it was as easy as snapping the button open and tugging her jeans down. Down, down, down her long, toned legs.
She was almost as naked as Lucas now. Lara Croft in nothing but her underwear. Lucas paused to admire the sight. The feel of his eyes on her had Lara's belly stirring, a pit of hot eels all sliding over each other.
Of course, the young man had something to say of her garments of choice.
"Woof." He said, moving back at arm's length. He drank her in. "You were serious about tonight, huh?"
"Don't let your tongue roll out on the floor." She told him bluntly. The warmth across her cheeks quickly betrayed her.
"Just admiring the artwork."
He really thought he was so damn slick. Lara had to scoff.
"What? Never seen a woman in her bra and panties before?" She set her hands on her hips, cocking them to one side. A pose. She was posing. In lingerie. For a teenager.
"Of course I have. But they weren't you." He answered with confidence. From the skill he'd shown earlier... Lara had no reason to doubt him. His focus went back to her lingerie-clad body. With his eyes, he devoured her plump, perky tits, salivated over the high cut of her panties, adoring how the straps bit into the softness of her flesh. "Black lace. Excellent choice. You wore this for me?"
Lucas Simon was loving it. Clear on his handsome face, clear in his pretty eyes. Believing he had all the cards... because why the hell wouldn't he? She'd come down to London, to his hotel, come right to his bloody doorstep. Wearing little scraps of frilly lace that covered almost nothing.
There was that grating yet again. A lesser woman would have been driven to rage.
"Don't be absurd. I wasn't going to come dressed in rags. Found this set in the back of my closet, never had the chance to wear it."
"Right." Lucas nodded, smiling.
Damn him. Damn this boy.
As Lara fumed in silence, Lucas came forth again. His eyes were deep, deep in the valley of her breasts. His hands came up and Lara thought he might entertain himself with handfuls of tit. Instead, he let his fingers brush gently along the cups of her bra. Lara breathed in, feeling her nipples start to pebble under the lace.
"Either way, you look incredible." Lucas mused in a low voice. He hooked his finger under the strap of her bra. "It's a shame I have to get you out of these..."
- - -
Lucas was a man with his priorities in order. As pretty as it was, the bra had to go first.
It was front-open - been a while since he'd dealt with one of those - and it made the unveiling a mouthwatering wonder. Black lace cups parted like curtains, letting those perfect, tanned globes get caught in the splendor of gravity. Full and plump tits, just as magnificent to behold the second time. All-natural beauty, right in his face.
Lucas couldn't hold back his groan of appreciation.
"Oh, that is spectacular. That little drop..."
"You gonna start praying to them? It wouldn't be the first time a man's done that." Lara said dryly, shucking the bra from her shoulders.
"I just might. In my own way." Lucas answered, half-distracted. He brought his hands up again, just barely grazing the undersides of that bosom with his palms. They almost looked too perfect to grope.
In the end, baser cravings won out.
Like a man starving, Lucas dove in and filled his mouth with breast. He groaned against her, loving the taste, loving how she yelped and jumped against him. He even loved how she slapped the top of his head.
"Fuck- Easy!"
Lara's voice was miles and miles away... but Lucas still had enough sense to pay her some mind. He slowed his suckling, tending to her nipple with his tongue. Slow, soothing swirls. He'd save the love bites for later.
When he had his fill of one tit, he'd let it pop from his mouth and instantly latch to the other, stopping only to pepper the valley between them with kisses. Oh, he'd live in that cleavage if he could. The sweetest track of land to ever exist, fertile with luscious rolling hills on each side.
But Lara Croft was more than just a sweet pair of tits. Lara Croft was the whole fucking package. Lucas had to show proper appreciation. Soon he was bending his knees, going from kissing her breasts to kissing her tummy. And what a tummy it was, flat and toned and firm and somehow so soft.
Lara still gripped him by the hair - and she hadn't yanked him away yet. Lucas couldn't believe she was letting him do this to her.
That elation stuck in his mind, buzzing stronger as he came to stare at her panties. Black lace, cut high on her hips, the same frilly style as the bra. And there was a faint scent coming off her. A familiar feminine musk that had Lucas smirking again.
Lara Croft was wet.
Lucas pressed a kiss to her lower belly. The spot right above the dip of her panties. He hooked his thumbs around the high black bands and slid them down.
Lucas didn't steal a look though. He'd get the sweet stuff later. First...
He took Lara by the hips and guided her to turn. She obeyed - muttering a curse as she did - bringing that magnificent ass around to dominate his vision. Full moon, supple and tanned. Just as mouthwatering as he tits. Lucas had seen all those pictures of Lara in those khaki shorts, Lara in her legless scuba suit, Lara in short-skirted cocktail dresses. Everyone and their mom knew about Lara Croft's rack. But the enlightened man admired every fine part of a woman. Especially the backside.
Lucas pressed his face up to one flawless cheek and smooched it. Then he sank his teeth in - he might never get another chance.
"Oh- bastard!" The yelp was sweet to his ears. The slap to the top of his head, half-hearted, only sweetened it.
"Just a little love bite. I'll kiss it better." Lucas slurred, curling his arms around Lara's thighs. Her ass was flush to his face. No escape for either of them.
Just as with her tits, he buried his face in Lara's ass. Put his mouth to work again, pouring all his affection onto those taut, round cheeks. Oh, but he had to rub his cheeks against them. Feel that warmth, the wonderful give of her backside. Lara Croft, Queen of Squats. That kind of athletic discipline deserved praise. So he praised her with his mouth, showering kisses upon her cheeks. One, then the other, then back again. And not only to her ass. Her whole body required worship.
Lucas dragged himself up, kissing the dimples at the small of her back, following the curve of her spin, kissing, kissing, kissing. He slid around her like a serpent, bringing his mouth back to her flat tummy. Each ab deserved a kiss. He rose until he felt the bottoms of her breasts resting against his head. He kissed her there, too, getting his lips to appreciate the underslopes of that spectacular shelf of a rack. Through that haze of hunger, Lucas managed to drag his eyes up to her face. Lara, unshakeable, confident Lara, she looked beside herself. That pleased him in a dark way - how she couldn't believe the depths of his hunger for her body.
Her nipples were fully hard now, poking out defiantly. Lucas took one between his teeth. A teasing little bite, accompanied by a wolfish smile.
"You still have a chance to walk away." He murmured, letting the pink nub snap back into place.
Lara sucked in deep breath. The color across her cheeks was a delight to see.
"I think that door has already closed." She replied in a voice that wavered so sweetly.
For Lucas, those words were victory. Or they would have been, if he hadn't already had the pleasure of Lara's mouth around his cock or her tits smothering his face. The sensation of her fingers coiling around his manhood capped it off. This was just how it went for him - Lucas Simon getting everything he wanted and more.
A few lovely strokes had his length swelling so fat he might burst. A delicious ache between his legs. Lucas reluctantly pushed her hand away. Far from his first tumble with a woman, Lucas knew the real delight was in taking his time.
"Turn around." He told her. "Do a little spin for me."
The flash in her eyes put a jolt through him. The good kind. He loved riling her up. This was the true Lara Croft. A woman with bite.
A roll of her eyes was all the defiance she had for him. The naked adventurer did as Lucas asked, slowly turning her body in place, giving the younger man the full look at her body. Every glorious inch.
Tall and toned, she was. Shoulders taut, thighs rippling, stomach flat and firm, all packed with lean muscle. A body built for the wild, built for action. Yet no one would ever describe Lara Croft as hard or masculine. There was simply too much woman for that. The curves that stamped her as a sex fantasy in the minds of millions, they were clear as clear could be. Her hips flared out wide from her waist and even from the front they hinted at the succulent shape of her rear. They lead down into long legs, strong yet sensual, dominated by mouthwatering thighs. Smooth and supple and sculpted from running, jumping, climbing. Reigning over it all, though, was a set of grand, lush mounds that had to be crafted by the god himself. Teardrops of tanned flesh capped by pink stud nipples. As perfectly rounded as they could possibly be, perky yet sagging in the faintest way to prove they were real. Real and soft and warm, hanging proudly upon Lara's chest. Lucas' very soul burned for them. For all of Lara.
His cock, already aching it was so hard, twitching madly between his legs. Lucas let out a wolf whistle.
Lara rolled her eyes again, tugging loose her ponytail. Long brown hair shook free, falling to her shoulders, framing her lovely face.
"Fuck off." She muttered.
"Hey, it's genuine appreciation." Lucas defended.
"Uh-huh."
"I'm not mocking you. Honest." Lucas closed the distance, bringing himself close enough that his fattened cockhead poked at her inner thighs. She didn't jump or slip back. In fact, she didn't seem to mind. "Why would I ever mock a woman like you?"
"Because you're a smug, prick rich boy who thinks he can get away with it."
Lucas mulled on that for a second. She wasn't completely wrong, was she? His family had wealth... and he definitely had women. So many women that at times he felt invincible. But he wasn't a total jerk. He never would have gotten lucky so many times if he was. He just had to prove it to her.
He started with a soft touch, drawing his knuckles over Lara's belly. Up, up, up to her breasts. No groping yet. Just gentle soothing.
"I'm glad you're here, Lara." He admitted, making sure to look her in the eyes. "Over the moon, actually. In fact... Let me show you how grateful I am..."
His knees bent beneath him and soon Lucas was kneeling again. He kissed his way down her breasts, her belly - that supple skin called to him. How could he resist? Then his face was down between her legs and there before him was the heated core of Lara Croft's perfect body.
Dark bush, neatly trimmed. And in that small thatch of hair, she glistened pink. So pretty.
Lucas put his hand forth and felt that heat grace his fingers. Above him, Lara sighed and shuddered. She shifted on her feet, one hand falling to his head. Lucas expected a slap. Instead, she threaded her fingers through his hair.
His fingers kept probing, sliding over those warm, silken folds. She was more than warm - hot to the touch. Hot and ready for him, all just from his touch and his mouth. Lucas loved that. Loved how her breathing shook in her throat as his fingers delved inside. So wet. Wet and tight and hot. He could smell her now, the notes of arousal wafting from her cunt. The scent stirred fierce in his gut.
Lucas wanted to know how she'd taste.
But just before he could go in for his first lick, Lara caught his attention.
"Huh."
Lucas found himself looking up at her, meeting her gaze past the swell of her breasts.
"What?"
"Didn't think you were the type to get on his knees." Lara noted, the corner of her mouth curling upward ever so faintly.
Lucas flashed a grin in turn. He laid a kiss upon one of her thighs.
"I'm full of surprises. Besides, you put in the work last time. I think I ought to return the favor."
From there it was simple. Pink was calling to him. He drew his fingers from Lara's sex and went in with his tongue. A deep groan rocked up his throat as Lucas took his first taste. Pussy was pussy. There was just nothing else like it. There was hardly anything sweet about it either, but the flavor gracing his tongue was like honey all the same. The nectar of the gods.
"Bloody bastard, you- Oh!" Lara moaned up high. The more Lucas ran his tongue through her, the more her legs trembled, the tighter she gripped his hair. And Lucas kept licking, kept lapping, kept drinking up her arousal as it came trickling out. Soon enough, the woman above him could hardly stand.
Luckily, she had him for support. She held to his head as he guided them both back to the hotel room wall - but Lucas never once ceased his feasting. He loved the taste of woman... and the taste of Lara was better than he could have dreamed.
The teenager peered upward, watching the Croft heiress writhe against the wall, feeling her hips bucking into his mouth. Her moans came pouring out, just as her bliss came pouring out onto his tongue.
"Oh- Oh! Sl-slower. A little slower..." Lara directed him breathlessly, between whimpers and gasps that were so sweet to hear. "Like that... Yes, just like that!"
Every stroke of his tongue, every lash and flick had her voice going higher and higher. That's what drove Lucas. He wanted to make Lara Croft scream.
He held to her thighs, pressing his face between her legs. He filled his mouth with that hot, soaking cunt. A feast fit for a king. His diligence had Lara whining, whimpering, sputtering curses like a woman driven mad.
"Yessss... Get your fucking tongue in there... Good boy..."
Lucas groaned into her cunt and forced himself to pull away. He breathed in deeply, his lips and chin smeared with her arousal.
"Still with the 'boy' thing?" He huffed.
Lara muttered something under breath, too quiet for him to hear. No doubt cursing him again. She lifted one leg, letting it rest upon his shoulder. All possessive-like. A dominance move. She patted the top of his head softly.
"Make me cum... and I'll reconsider."
The challenge flared hot in her eyes. Lucas couldn't back down from that.
He went back in without warning. Went back to tasting, back to feasting. Cunt became his purpose. He lapped and lapped like a thirsty hound, getting that musky flavor all over his tongue. He drank it all down greedily. He went to her clit, kissed it gently. He flicked his tongue over it, flattened his tongue over it. Fuck, the way Lara shivered at that. The sound she let out...
Lucas devoured her. And Lara was pleased. Her pleasure poured from her lips - both sets of them. Flowing out in moans and cries and wetness and the heat pulsing through her flesh.
"Oh- Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!"
Her end came suddenly. Quivering turning into tension and tightness. The paradox of ecstasy. Lara let out a cry, high and feverish, before breaking into a fit of gasps and whimpers as she melted over Lucas.
He made her cum but he didn't quite make her scream. Not the way he wanted. He was only half-satisfied. Luckily, they had plenty of time.
As Lara floated down from her high, Lucas took the chance to move them to the bed. He carried her, laid her out on her back, taking the time to appreciate that body before nestling between her thighs. Then he just watched her, taking in the beauty of a woman in the echoes of pleasure. He watched her breath deeply, watched her breasts rising and falling, rising and falling.
Finally, Lara's tired voice broke through.
"You... You're too bloody good at that..." She had enough strength to rise onto her elbows, stunned eyes looking at him through wisps of dark, tousled hair. "Where the hell did you learn all that, then? How?"
"Lots of teachers. Lots of experience." Lucas wiped the slick from his chin. He put on a proud smirk. "And that's just with my tongue."
She quickly got his meaning. The night wasn't over yet.
Her gaze went to his cock, that swollen rod jutting out from his groin. It ached with need, throbbing all the way through, even down to his balls. Lucas could practically feel the cum frothing within. Lara had that look now, that glimmer in her eyes. The same one he'd seen in her study. The hunger he swore he would see again.
The teenager rose onto his knees, taking his cock in hand. The length loomed over Lara's belly, over her well-serviced mound. It twitched in the air, waiting, waiting.
"Time for the main course, yeah?" Lucas gave his cock a few idle strokes. God, he was so hard it hurt. "The ten big reasons you came to visit."
"Lucas..." Lara breathed, falling back onto the bed. "Just shut the fuck up and fuck me."
His cock twitched then. Like it could hear her.
Lucas' heart thumped in his chest. A war drum pounding, pounding, pounding. His blood was running hot. His spirits were in the clouds. And his cock had waited long enough.
He swung his long, fat cock by the base, letting the pink hammer of his cockhead slap down upon Lara's slickened pussy. The little whimper she let out drove him to do it again. And again.
And when he finally tired of tormenting her, Lucas took himself in hand, aimed his manhood true... and took his first, exquisite dip into Lara Croft.
- - -
7.
A long, labored groan came shuddering from Lucas' throat as his cock was swallowed up by perfection. It was the sound of immeasurable, primal satisfaction.
Velvet folds slid over him, all soaking wet, exquisitely tight, and so piping hot that he wanted to howl. It was the rousing company that only a woman could offer. Lucas would never get tired of it, the slick, snug embrace of pussy. The only thing better was seeing the look on Lara's face as inch after inch of his thickened cock pushed into her.
First it was the widening of her eyes, the little twitches across her face and brow - the signs that his presence wasn't just noticed but felt. Then it was the parting of her lips, full and plump from all their kissing, peeling away from her teeth in a sneer so heavy with feeling. What stirred Lucas above all was the flicker behind her eyes, that flash of defiance and challenge.
Other girls, like the ones from his private school, had broken on first thrust, their minds shattered from a single taste of Lucas. Others had taken more effort to turn, rounds and rounds between the sheets before they eventually succumbed. At his ripe eighteen, Lucas already had a trove of women to his name. Perky cheerleaders and pretty tutors - and more than one of his teachers - all spoiling him rotten with all their affection. Then came the true stunners, young starlets and supermodels, headturning beauties who thought they could wrap the young heir around their fingers... but soon found themselves begging for another dance in bed. And just last year, one of his mom's own assistants had fallen for his charms. A lovely woman over ten years his senior, Holly with her dark red hair and wide hips that looked so good all snug in an office skirt. Twenty-nine and infatuated with his big, fat, teen dick.
Lara Croft, though... What would it take, Lucas wondered, to make her so devoted?
"Oh!" The word was trapped between a gasp and a shriek. Lara let her head fall back, trembling beneath Lucas. Trembling around him. "Bloody- Fucking- Hell!"
Lucas grunted, pitching his hips into her, dragging his prick through her insides. She sucked in another harsh gasp, flinging her hands up to his chest, then to his shoulders and arms. Her cunt was hot, so hot as it spasmed around him. A deep stir went down to his balls, nestling there. Then Lara met his eyes again. The fire there was like the sun.
Lara Croft would take effort to conquer. Lucas knew that from the start. He knew it but now he saw it. But she would be conquered. Lucas had gotten her on her knees. Now he had her in bed. He was going to make Lara his woman... and he was going to have some fun along the way.
He pushed on, nudging her thighs apart with his own, until his body was completely flush to hers. Nestled in the warmth and tightness of her cunt, his cock soaked in utter bliss, twitching, swelling. The way Lara shivered, he knew she felt it.
Lucas pitched his hips forward, a short, sharp thrust. Lara shook, sputtering a curse. Her cunt gripped him tighter, but damn, his eyes were fixed on her tits, all fanned out across her chest. The ripples going through the softness as he fucked her was... entrancing.
"Distracted... already?" Came Lara's strained, throaty voice. Her nails dug into his shoulders and the sting brought his attention back to her face.
Lucas committed the sight to memory - Lara on her back, hair loose and spread wild around her head. Her face flushed and eyes cast in a familiar, hungry daze. Her lips parted slightly as she breathed, looking so soft and tempting...
"Are you- Mmmh!" He muffled her voice with a stolen kiss, thrusting again as his tongue went to dance in her mouth. Lara didn't just take it, though. Soon she was as fervent as he was, battling with her own tongue, swallowing his groans as they came.
They fell into a rhythm together, him working his body, his hips, his cock. Working into Lara, into the sweetness of her pussy. And she worked back, rocking into him. Ripping pleasure from his body just as he did. God, that hot, honeyed glaze swallowed him up to the root. Lucas didn't call on experience then, just pure instinct. He was a man, doing what a man was built to do.
Fucking Lara Croft. That's what he was built to do. That was his purpose.
Every stroke sending his manhood all the way to the doors of her womb, every little tremble and gasp from Lara's throat, every time she bucked up against him, it all fed back into him. Fueling him. Driving him.
All those other girls had been simple fun. Practice. Lara was the real deal. Lara was his triumph.
His thrusting had grown faster in the haze. The bed beneath them was beginning to groan - impressive for a hotel model rooted to the floor. Lara broke the kiss then, her head lolling to the side as she breathed and hissed. His efforts were starting to take their toll.
Lucas chuckled, kissing along her cheek, then down to her throat. He loved how her body responded to that. Shivering. Tightening.
"Don't tell me you need a breather?" He teased in a low voice.
Lara managed to scoff. She squirmed so wonderfully beneath him. Some sharpness returned to her eyes - and her voice, as well.
"No jokes." She told him through a sneer. "No taunting. None of that. Right now you have- Unh- You have one fucking job."
As for what that job was, Lara didn't need to say. The answer buried itself between her legs for yet another time, sinking ten inches deep and dragging a moan up from the woman's throat.
Lucas savored the silken grip for a moment before nodding along. Lara was right. No point in a victory dance. He was already inside her, already fucking her. And nobody liked a sore winner.
So he focused. His mind, his body, his stamina. All set on one goal.
He was going to put Lara Croft through he fucking bed.
Slow and steady just wasn't going to cut it anymore. Not for Lucas. And definitely not for Lara.
Lucas paused only to rise onto his knees, keeping himself sheathed in Lara all the while. The sensation was delicious, her slick folds gliding over his length. Her body was trying to keep him inside.
The little huff that came from Lara's lips was pleasing to hear. As pleasing as the tension in her body, the shine in her eyes. She knew what he was about to do. Now that he had new leverage, a new angle...
Lara splayed out flat on her back. Lucas took her by her thighs, lifting them up slightly. His fingers sank into the firm, supple flesh. He used his grip to propel his hips forward. Driving his cock like a lance, he ran Lara through in one long, powerful thrust.
Heaven.
"God!"
Her shriek filled the hotel room, ringing in his ears. They'd get noise complaints for sure, but fuck it. Lucas was in another world. Bliss and heat and agonizing tightness, all drowning the full ten inches of his cock.
"Fuuuuck... Holy-" It was almost too much for him, but Lucas pushed through the pleasure. His lean body was running hot, his blood stirred to a boil. A bonfire in his gut, burning with unquenchable lust.
This was his job. His only job. He had to fuck her.
From there, Lucas was on the warpath, dragging Lara with him. Their screams were battlecries and the slapping of their bodies was the beat of their war drums. His cock was his spear, striking true again and again and again and again- Plunging deep, deep into juicy, pink flesh.
He could not slow down. Lara's howls were too sublime, the vision of her swinging tits too delicious, and her cunt - God, her cunt - was too damn hot. Lucas wouldn't dare waste a second holding back. Not when he knew Lara Croft could take it.
He gave it to her and gave it to her hard. Wild. Driving his cock into her sex with power he didn't even know he had. Yet even on her back, Lara had that fire.
"Come on! Come on, fucker!" She cursed him, slapping his face, batting at his chest and shoulders, challenging his dominance with a blistering sneer. "Fucking- Aah- bastard! Fuck me!"
Her hands found his waist, gripping him tightly, tugging him toward her, into her. The same way her sex wrapped tight to his cock. Lara didn't want him to leave. Her nails stung as they raked across his skin.
Lucas was a storm, crashing onto Lara. The bed was groaning louder beneath them, but not near as loud as Lara. Her howls had turned to shrieking and wailing and strings of foul curses. She no longer met his eyes, her face half-buried in the pillows. Lucas' heart thundered. He almost has her, he thought.
...Until there came a sudden surge through his balls. An all-too familiar tightening.
Fuck.
Lucas plunged his cock into Lara, burying himself down to his balls, just in time for bliss to erupt white hot through his body. Ecstasy came rushing out his balls, rushing down the length of his cock, and flooded into Lara. Disappointment stung, but it was washed away by roaring satisfaction.
Load after thick, sticky load, pumping straight into Lara's cunt. Each spurt ached like nothing he had ever felt, right down to the core of his balls. It thrummed along his prick. All ten inches of it. No other woman had made him feel it this strongly.
Simply divine.
- - -
When he came to, Lucas found himself staring up at the ceiling. Down at his crotch, his cock was beset by sensation. Firm but pleasant, a squeeze rolling over the whole length of him.
The teenager craned his head up to see Lara there, sitting up on her knees, working both hands on his cock. Up and down, up and down they went, sliding easily along his slickened shaft.
He watched her toned arms move in effort... and he watched the movement of her breasts, that delightful wobble as she worked. What was most striking though were her eyes, when her smoky gaze turned upon him. She threw him a smirk then. A look only made sultrier by the strands of dark hair falling across her face.
"Taking a breather already, Mr. Simon?" She blew a wisp of hair away. "And after all that big talk..."
"Just basking in the moment." He shot back, grinning. Lucas relaxed into the bed, putting his arms behind his head while she kept pumping him. Lucas let out a content sigh. "I just fucked Lara Croft."
"Once." Lara bluntly reminded him. "You've fucked me once. It takes more than a nice, hard shag to impress me, young man. Even with a knob like this..."
She squeezed him just a bit harder, making his toes curl. Her hands slipped up to the head, brushing along the sensitive rim. Lucas' eyes fluttered shut as he groaned. His hips bucked up on their own but Lara kept a hold of him. He throbbed in her hands. Before long she'd make him as hard as before. Harder, even.
Lara, though, wasn't willing to wait that long. Lucas could tell just from her look. As she massaged the glans with her palms, her fingers, she leaned over some, letting her breasts drop down close to his swollen prick.
Lucas breathed slowly, watching those wondrous mounds sway so enticingly. All that plump softness just inches away from him. He wanted to bury his cock in that cleavage, craved it even more than Lara's tight, hot pussy. Then her voice was pouring like honey, slow and sweet.
"I'm not a one-round woman, Lucas. And I know you're not a one-round man."
Something in the way she said that had his chest swelling with pride. Then she was dipping her head down. She brought her mouth to his cock and swiped her tongue along the tip. Soft as silk, so damn wet, and over far, far too quickly.
"God..." Lucas huffed, feeling tension snap through his muscles. No relief came. Lara's lips were sliding over him, engulfing his cockhead in warmth that made him want to weep. The heat of her mouth was so thick and steamy that his eyes rolled back. Lara sucked him once, twice, then slurped away. Her hands pumped wetly, smearing drool all over the rest of it.
"The fuck of my life, you said... I'm going to hold you to that, Lucas. Even if I have to run you bone-dry." When Lucas cracked his eyes open, he saw Lara wearing a most devious little smile. His aching cock spasmed in her hands. "After the trouble you caused me back in the office... I'd say this is only fair. Wouldn't you agree?"
His cock lurched, fully hard. More than that, he was fat and swollen and throbbing, weeping precum over Lara's fingers. The woman held his gaze expectantly, even as she lowered her mouth to him to lick him yet again.
Lucas gave the only answer he could give. He nodded.
- - -
Mallory's son had just fucked her. Mallory's son had put her on her back and hammered her with more cock than she'd ever taken before.
Lara held the bloody thing in both hands, stroking it slowly. Ten inches, this monster. Fat and smooth and drenched from her poor, poor cunt. This cock had been in her throat. Those balls had pumped her stomach full of cum. And now it had done the same to her pussy.
Lara watched a little dollop of seed well up at the tip. It gleamed against the light from the hotel lamp. Lara wet her lips.
Lucas Simon had cum inside her. Fucked her until she was screaming and emptied his balls into her cunt. She let him do it. And now, aching all over, Lara wanted to do it again.
"Fuck. You just had to be huge, didn't you?" Lara found herself murmuring. "You couldn't have been average or small and saved me all this fucking trouble..."
Lara quickened her strokes and couldn't stifle her smirk as she felt Lucas swell and throb under her touch. The heat in her core was outdone only by the yearning between her legs.
God, the sounds of her hands slipping along the slickened shaft... the sight of it.
Shlk, shlk, shlk, shlk went her hands as they worked up and down Lucas' manhood. The effort it took to cover every inch of him pleased Lara in an indescribable way. A real cock needed two hands. Just as this cock needed to be inside her again.
Lara could still feel his cum dribbling out of her. More than that, she could feel his absence. After all he'd done to ream her out, her body was already missing his company. Her inner walls fluttered around a cock that was no longer there.
Said cock was weeping over her fingers now. Fresh helpings of precum slick, straight from that set of plump, fuzzy stones. Lara couldn't help herself. She dipped down and got herself a taste. Dragged her tongue over that shiny, bulbous crown. The salty treat smeared all over her tongue and God, the flavor had her moaning.
That set her off. Like striking a match over petrol. Her cunt had to be steaming, it was so bloody hot.
Lara released Lucas and threw her leg over his waist. She didn't drop to straddle him, though. She stood on her knees, letting the cockhead come to rest against her mound. Down on his back, where Lara had once been, Lucas could only groan.
"You're killing me here..."
"Quite your whining. If anything, I'm treating you far too kindly." Lara had an evil idea then. Smirking, she slowly rolled her hips against him, letting her wetness smear along his glans. No way he couldn't feel how hot she was, how she was still dripping with what he left there.
Lara's prize was the twitch of his cock, the quivering of his throat, the delight of watching his head fall back against the sheets. His hands came up, seeking the fullness of her thighs.
"Fair is fair." The young man finally grunted out. Maddeningly, the little shit managed to crack a smile of his own. "Take as much payback as you want, Miss Croft."
Lara let out a snort. "Let's see if you're still this cocky when I'm done with you."
She left no room for backtalk. One hand to hold him in place, the other planted on his chest to keep her balance. Lara hissed as she drew herself over top of him, a tremble going down her back when the cockhead pressed at her lips. She was still sore there. But the yearning was stronger. She lowered an inch, then two, then three. A delicious feeling, parting wide for that fat mallet of a head. She stopped, breathed in, taking a moment to savor it. Then she let gravity do the rest.
"Oooooooooh, fuck." Another tremble, stronger, dancing out to her limbs, her fingertips. The buzz was exquisite as she sank down onto Lucas, inch after inch after wonderful, agonizing inch. "Oh- OH- MNNH!"
Lara's eyes snapped shut. There was no Lucas, no hotel, no scandal behind Mallory's back. There was just Lara and the magnificent cock nestling so perfectly inside of her. It took until her butt finally settled on her lover's lap for Lara to remember how to breathe.
"If you need a moment to get used to the size..." She heard Lucas drawl down below. As if she hadn't already taken him. Lara shut him quickly with a sudden rock of her hips. Though that was a double-edged sword. For a split-second, she was seeing stars.
"Cheeky shit. You think- You think you're the only swinging dick in the world? You think you're the only one I've handled?" Lara managed to say even as white hot bliss danced in her belly. All that cock dragging through her sex, setting her loins ablaze. It was a wonder she could even think.
"No." Lucas' voice had turned hoarse, but still kept that glib edge. "But I'm willing to bet I'm the biggest."
Lara snapped her eyes open. She looked down at the younger man, the teenager she was riding. She found herself taking in his looks again, drawing her gaze over his body. Young and fit and lean. He couldn't match Cowboy for muscle, nor Sebastien, Ken, or even Mark Davies from her youth. They all had size on Lucas Simon. All bigger... except where it mattered most.
Lucas Simon, at just eighteen, had them all beaten. That was the stark truth of it. Ten inches. None of Lara's other men had been ten fucking inches.
"Heh." The younger man's grin was the most prideful she'd seen from him yet. "Knew it. If I wasn't the biggest, you'd have told me straight off."
"You think so?" Lara kept her tone measured. A strong effort thanks to Lucas and his big dick wreaking havoc on her insides.
"Yeah. Anything to put the cocky Yank in his place."
Lara didn't say anything at first. She pursed her lips, as if in thought - as if she wasn't riding steadily on the younger man's lap, skewering herself on dick over and over. Her palms settled on his chest. She felt the warmth of his skin, the beating of his heart. Between her legs, she felt that heartbeat thrumming through his cock. Tiny delights in steady rhythm.
"Put you in your place..." Lara ruminated. She planted her ass hard on his lap, sending the fat cockhead rattling deep into her core. Succulent, the aching was. Had her shaking. "You're already in your place, I'd say."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." Lara leaned down, shivering again as the movement had his ten inches sliding through her folds, batting against her walls. The kind of sweet agony that only a nice, fat one could give her. Her breasts flattened against his chest as their faces came nose to nose. She breathed hotly against his mouth. "Your place is... is flat on your fucking back... all the way inside me. That's where a man your size belongs."
He kissed her. Or maybe she kissed him. It was searing hot, almost as hot as the molten pleasure blooming in the pit of her stomach. He was hungry for her, just like at the party, at the office, but now Lara was hungry too. She devoured as he did, dueled his tongue with her own. Taking and ceding in equal measure, until they both needed to break off for sweet, sweet air.
Lara didn't give Lucas time to rest. She rose back up to sit in his lap... and rocked her hips hard. She had her lover spitting a curse, his lean body writhing from the shock of pleasure. She felt a flash of pride seeing that. The things she could do to a man.
- - -
If burying his cock in Lara's throat was heaven, fucking her was like being at the foot of God's throne. The woman riding him raw was a step above even that.
Every bit of it was better than he dreamed. Her hands planted on his chest, the tiny stings as he nails dug into the skin, keeping him pinned flat as she drove herself onto his cock. Her pussy was hot, wet, and perfect, swallowing him all the way down to his balls, but fuck, if he didn't love the sound of her ass slapping down onto his thighs.
More music came pouring out her mouth, high-pitched little gasps and throaty moans. Her voice was sweetened with strain and pleasure and all that sweetness burrowed into him through his ears, working down to his gut to make his manhood throb just a bit more.
If this is what it meant to let Lara take the lead, Lucas didn't mind. This woman could take him for a ride any time she pleased.
Even besides the fun of Lara using him as a living sex toy, Lucas could sit back and enjoy the sights. Visions of beauty shined above him, Lara's stunning face all twisted in exertion and ecstasy, mouth open as she huffed and moaned. Her dampened brown hair bouncing, bouncing about her shoulders in wild motion. And her tits. God, her tits. As perfect as breasts could be, succulent in their shape and natural softness. Shaking, swaying right in front of Lucas' face.
"So... this is what it takes?" Lara's labored voice caught his attention. Lucas turned his eyes up to her face. She was wearing a faint grin.
"What takes what?" He murmured back. Pleasure welled deep and hot in his loins as the woman settled onto him, putting her hips into slow circles. Trying to turn his mind to mush, this lady.
"This is what it takes..." Lara repeated with a heavy huff. "To get you to shut your bloody mouth."
She pitched her hips again, harder, to punctuate her point. Nearly had Lucas melting on the spot. Somehow, he managed to cling to the faintest semblance of thought.
"I could... keep yapping if you want..." Lucas put on a smile, the kind he knew would irk her something fierce. He made a point of eyeing up her bouncing rack. "I got plenty of color commentary for this, believe me."
Lara's smile dropped away, replaced with something that was closer to a frown than a scowl. Not true annoyance. If it was, she wouldn't have stirred herself about his cock the way she did. Small circles in his lap, drawing his rod against her soaking wet walls.
"Don't ruin a good thing." Lara sighed as her head tipped back. Three quick rocks, pumping bliss down the whole length of him. Then three more. Lucas went tense, gripping Lara by her thighs. Almost went over the edge again. Lara shivered, breathing deeply, shakily. "I'm nearly there, Lucas... Just... Just let me..."
Lucas held his tongue. Lara had earned as much from him. She took the offering and put her hips into motion again. Fierce motion. Molten honey in a vise grip around his cock, pumping up and down, up and down. All ten inches drowning in it.
It was Lara Croft moaning aloud before being sent into a screaming fit like before. Wild and free and shameless. It was the beauty of her teardrop tits swinging and bouncing. Hard pink nipples making his mouth water. It was this gorgeous, perfect woman shrieking her lungs out as she came on his cock.
Being put in his place, Lucas decided, was as good as heaven.
- - -
On the other hand, getting to have his own way would always have that special appeal.
Lucas didn't mind this game of give and take. He'd made Lara Croft come twice. Nothing had been said outright, but it was clear it was his turn in the driver's seat again.
"Hands up high. Spread those legs." Lucas slurred, his voice rough.
He had up against the wall, smacked her across that splendid ass. Lucas couldn't let the chance slip by - plus Lara didn't seem to hate it. A sharp, searing look over her shoulder was her response. Too much heat in those eyes for it to be anger. No, that was a look demanding more.
"On with it." She hissed.
Though Lara Croft was no lady, Lucas didn't want to keep her waiting. He came up behind, swatting her about the buttocks again. Hypnotic, those ripples.
Heart hammering, he took her by the waist and had his prick halfway buried in pink with a single, solid thrust. A long, firm push after to sink him in all the way, Lara moaning beautifully the whole time.
"Uuuuugh God, pleeeease..."
From there it was fucking. No taunts or teasing. Just body on body, muscles at work, pumping cunt full of cock for another helping of cum.
Lucas held Lara tight, coiling his arms around her stomach, putting every last bit of his strength into rutting her from behind. He'd get deeper than any man she'd ever had. That was the mission here. Planting his stake.
Feeling up her breasts, watching her ass wobble as it slapped back against him... that was just a bonus.
- - -
On her knees for a teenage boy again.
Lara felt no shame this time. In fact, she was in quite the giving mood.
The rod stretched out from his groin, a solid bar of thick, dripping meat. It glistened with wetness. Her wetness. Smeared all along the shaft with remnants from the both of them. The cock was heavy with the scent of cum and slick and virility.
A proud ten inches, almost as thick as her wrist, twitching faintly so close to her mouth. This cock had made her come. This cock was eighteen years old.
Lara, Lara, Lara... What have you gotten yourself into? Why didn't you just walk away?
The cock twitched again. A thin, thin stream of fluid dropped down from the slit. The cockhead swelled just a bit fatter.
Lara wanted it in her throat again. She wanted the flavor of man on her tongue. She wanted to feel all that warm gooey nectar gushing down into her belly.
A cock like this, after all the work it put into making her scream, deserved to be rewarded.
She ran her tongue over the head, swiping up that stream of jism. Salty, succulent, and delicious. Sweet in the way only a real man could be. Lara hummed as she gulped it down. She flicked her gaze up to the cock's owner. The teenager leaning against the wall. He looked like he was seeing God.
"Nothing to say this time?" Lara pressed, taking another swipe with her tongue. She let the cockhead pop into her mouth for a few quick slurping sucks. The flavor of him, as it had been before, was warm and thick, tingling upon her tastebuds.
"Nah." Lucas cracked a tired smile. "Thought I'd let you focus."
"Smart boy."
Lara wasted no time. She pushed on, letting that long, slick cock glide into her mouth. In, in, until the bastard was in her throat. Lara held there as her eyes began to water, gagging herself with dick. Her body shook. Her cunt quivered.
She fastened her lips around the root of him, his balls resting against her chin. His groan was deep and wavering as he took a fistful of her hair. She felt his cock twitch in her gullet. She gagged even harder.
Fire between her thighs. An inferno. Sublime.
Lara dragged herself back, tears hot on her cheeks. Then she throated him again.
- - -
"Not so rough... Slow. Go slow."
Lara thought she might get a moment of peace in the shower. She should have known better. Though she couldn't find a reason to complain. Handsy he might have been, Lucas had a pleasing touch.
It was oddly soothing, in fact, the way he pawed at her body as the hot shower spray sloshed over her. And the kisses he peppered along the back of her neck and shoulders, Lara found the gentleness quite welcome.
Lara let out a long sigh. The steam was thickening around them. Her breasts ached so sweetly thanks to Lucas' fondling - and that sharp twinge as his fingers found a nipple... Lara felt she was going to melt into a puddle and wash away down the drain.
A faint tremble in her knees. She leaned back slightly, letting Lucas cradle her like a lover.
A lover, she mused. Him. A teenager.
A part of her wanted to laugh. She kept silent. Lara knew she'd just be insulting herself.
The young man trailing kisses along her shoulder blades, the one groping his fill of her tits, the one sawing his cock slowly between her thighs... He had been more than a lover tonight.
Lara couldn't deny the plain, stark truth.
Lucas Simon was the biggest she'd ever had... and the most intense fuck of her life.
How could she walk away from that?
- - -
Lucas let her towel off in peace. Lara appreciated that, as small a gesture it was.
For the last few minutes, she stood and stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. What would she do now? Get dressed and leave? Stay and fuck him again? It was past midnight and this was Lucas' room, not hers. She had a hunch, though, that Lucas wasn't going to kick her out.
Her clothes were out in the room and Lara didn't bother with a robe. No point in covering up when the young man had already seen everything. Enjoyed everything.