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6.
"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 teen 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 sixteen, 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…"
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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.