LANA
Idid it.
Bates did it.
We did it.
My virginity is history, and I am stuffed full of cock.
So full.
Bates isn’t moving, and I’m not sure he even can. We might be locked together, and I can’t think of a better guy to be trapped with like this.
I wet my lips as I gaze up at the man who will henceforth be referred to in my life goals journal as a fucking hero. I didn’t know that men like him even existed. They must live under rocks or something.
We are pretty close to Boulder, Colorado.
I snort softly, and Bates arches his eyebrow at me. “Something funny?”
“I wouldn’t be able to share it in a way that anyone else would find humorous,” I say with a shrug.
“It’d be like a lame dad joke told by a wet fish, but can I just say — while I have you delightfully balls-deep inside me — that I think you’re really great, and that I feel very lucky to have you as my first.”
Bates’s eyes soften. “You can say whatever you want, beautiful girl,” he says in a strained voice before he presses a quick kiss to my lips.
He shifts his weight above me as if he’s pulling away. His cock is dragged backwards with his bulk, but before he leaves me completely, he surges forward to fill me to my limits again, where he pauses to search my face with his tender gaze.
“Again,” I whisper, loving the way it feels when he makes room for himself inside me despite the restrictive environment.
It’s like an internal massage, and the more I relax, the better it gets.
It’s exactly what I needed, and I barely have to do or think anything beyond enjoying myself.
With each thrust, Bates makes himself more and more at home, and my body welcomes him in, as if it’s been missing him far too long.
I shiver beneath him, feeling wanted and appreciated, and wonderful. It’s like being gifted everything I’ve dreamed of. It’s finally mine — the intangible, ever-elusive sense of unconditional acceptance I’ve been searching for. I do belong somewhere.
Is this what it feels like to be normal? To finally be permitted to join the herd and be part of something larger than myself? My heart beats stronger than ever, making me feel wild and alive.
I should have done this years ago. I should have set everything else aside and put all my efforts into trying to have sex.
I meet Bates at the apex of every thrust. Each one comes harder and faster than the one before, and I can’t get enough. When he tries to ease back, I kick my heels at his ass to egg him on and keep him going.
“Fuck, Lana. You’re… fuck.”
He slows to a tortoise’s pace.
I shake my head and plead with him. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not,” he growls. He slides his hand beneath my ass and keeps himself pinned inside me as he crawls backward off the bed to stand with me. “But if we keep going like that, I’m going to lose my fucking mind and forget to do the other stuff you wanted.”
My back slams against a wall, making the ugly hotel picture frame next to me rattle. Bates mumbles an apology for getting carried away, but I’m too excited by the new spectrum of sensations this vertical position is giving me.
All the pressures are in different places, but I soon find the optimal angles to get what I want. I dig my heels into his ass again, encouraging him to fuck me harder. He obliges with a noise that’s a little like a roar, and everything inside me starts to pull tight.
“Fucking, fuck. Lana.”
The wall disappears from my back, and Bate’s magic cock disappears from my pussy as he heaves me onto the bed again. Desperate for that stretched-full feeling to return, I scramble to my knees to beg. “Bates—”
“I’ve got you.”
His big hands grip my hips, and he pulls me backward so hard and fast that I fall forward onto my hands. It’s then that his huge cock pushes back inside me from behind, stretching me tighter and sinking deeper than ever. His cock strikes my cervix, and I hiss.
Bates slams on his brakes and pulls out. “Fuck. Too much. Sorry. You okay?”
“Yeah,” I reply, short of breath and already missing the sensation he left behind. “I want more, but less.”
“How’s this?” He eases backwards, adjusts his angle of entry, and massages the front wall of my pussy with the head of his cock. It sparks something new that feels so fucking good, and I relax back into an easy rhythm with him again.
“Better,” I moan as my arms begin to shake. I lower onto my elbows, so I don’t have to worry about falling on my face. “Bates.”
“Mm. That’s the fucking spot, isn’t it, baby?”
One of his hands slides around to brush at my clit, and he swears loudly when my pussy cinches tight with his cock inside.
“You okay?” I ask through my teeth as I’m trying to hold back the pleasure he’s bent on giving me. I don’t want to come if it’s going to hurt him.
“I am so much fucking more than okay, Lana. Your tight little cunt is tugging my fat cock like a dream. You’re going to squeeze me to perfection when you come, and I can feel how ready you are.”
I whimper and demand myself to keep holding back. My pussy’s clamped around his cock like an angry fist, and he’s circling my clit for the kill.
I shake my head.
Now that I’m finally having sex, I regret doing it so fucking efficiently. It’s going to rush by in a flash, but I don’t want this night to end.
Bates eases off my clit and gently strokes my back as his powerful thighs graze the backs of mine. The impending pressure that was set to explode inside me eases off, but he keeps a constant movement going so it doesn’t get a chance to die away completely.
“You’re wound so tight you’re going to snap, baby. Why don’t you want to let go? Tell me what’s going through that impressive brain of yours.”
“I don’t want it to be over,” I admit in a quiet voice.
There’s a soft snort, and Bates resumes his teasing of my clit as he increases the pace of his fucking. “I’m having a mighty fine time with you too, Lana. This doesn’t have to end when you come, babe. You can come again and again until you’re done. We can go all night.”
The pressure on my clit kicks up a notch, and Bates targets his thrusts to perfection. He’s going to make me come.
“Is that what you want, Lana? You want this big cock to fuck you all night?”
Speechless now, I can only moan and nod.
“Mm. You’re nearly there, aren’t you, baby?”
The deep rumble in his voice sends a ripple of pleasure through my body, and I clamp hard around his cock.
He rumbles with approval, and it gets me again.
It’s involuntary — for both of us, it seems. Our bodies are caught in a conversation of escalating give and take.
Every time I utter a needy mewl, his cock strains inside me, and the rich timbre of his sweet murmured accompaniments sends tremors through my core, making me moan again.
It happens over and over, driving us both wild.
He’s positively soaked from the embarrassing extent of my arousal, and it sounds disturbingly wet every time he retreats and then pushes his huge cock back into me. I can’t explain why I love it so much; I only know that it’s intensifying the already incredible experience.
He spurs me on as if he feels the same. The room swirls with a symphony of sex and praise and filthy words that I don’t ever want to stop hearing.
Bates grunts and fucks me until everything feels so good that I can’t even breathe.
I need to come. So badly. All over his fat cock. And then I want to do it all over again, like he promised.
“That’s it, Lana. Fuck. You’re fucking perfect — don’t you ever believe anything else.”
He grips my clit hard, thrusts firmly from behind, and I explode around him in a raging, bucking reaction so strong that I think it takes both of us by surprise.
Bates swears and snarls. He grips my hips and pins me to the bed, grounding me in my body while he fucks me through the pleasure spasms. He growls more beautiful words meant just for me, and he keeps me full and moaning until we’ve both given everything we have to give before he collapses over me in a trembling state.
We catch our heaving breaths together, and the weight of him is everything I need to feel anchored in my pleasure-struck body as my soul is set adrift into sated bliss.
With the softest whimper, he withdraws his softening cock and rolls onto the mattress beside me. The size and comforting warmth of him keep me company until I can finally command my energy-depleted body to move a little. I shove my hair out of the way so I can look at him.
He’s staring at me with the strangest look on his face. He looks… emotional.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
He snuffles softly, the way he does when I say things that amuse him. “That’s what I’m supposed to say,” he says, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “You didn’t just steal my virtue.”
“It’s not stealing if I gave it to you.”
His eyes sparkle and dance at me. “I guess not. You’re okay with how that went, then?”
I grin like a fool and nod. It probably looks creepy as fuck when my face is still half-squished into the mattress, but I feel too heavy and limp to do anything about it.
Bates smiles at me and glances down at his cock. He removes the condom, knots the end, and tosses it into the bathroom before rolling toward me.
He helpfully rearranges me into a more comfortable position and snuggles up against me.
“Did you eat anything on that blind date of yours?” he asks as he’s tucking hair away from my face.
“Um… Does a breadstick count?”
Bates props himself back up to give me a stern look, and I shrug. “I had too many questions.”
His lips twitch at the corner. “What would you like from the kitchen?” he asks, reaching for the room service menu on the nightstand.
“An omelet,” I reply without pause. “I’m a huge fan of breakfast for dinner,” I say with a smile. “What time is it? Is the kitchen even open? If it’s night-shift, they might only do grilled cheese and fries.”
Bates scans the menu, and we both glance at the nearby alarm clock to see that a new day started twenty minutes ago. “I’ll ask.”
He makes the call, and it quickly becomes apparent that the night clerk isn’t going to bring me an omelet.
Bates glances at me, then steps away before lowering his voice to say something into the phone. I lean closer, trying to hear, but all I catch is: “Mm-hm…mm-hm… I see. Thanks, I’ll see you shortly.”
He hangs up and looks around for his jeans. “I’m going to pop down to the front desk for a second. Is there anything you don’t eat? Allergies?”
I roll onto my back as he disappears into the bathroom. “I eat everything.”
His head pokes out the door, and his bottom lip gets drawn into his mouth as he stares at me a moment. He gives a single nod and disappears again.
The water runs a while, and when he comes back out, he looks a lot tidier. He also smells of soap when he hands me a glass of water.
“Should I get drinks too?” he asks. “What goes with breakfast for dinner? Probably not coffee. Beer? Juice?”
“Maybe… herbal tea? Something red and berry-ish. Most of the other ones taste like grass soup.”
Bates grins at me. “You got it.”
He heads for the door, but once he’s reached for the handle his body language changes. His spine is dead straight and his shoulder are tensed in an unnatural position.
My body stiffens too, and my mind leaps into action, identifying plausible reasons for the change.
Bates turns to face me, and the haunted set of his eyes makes me think something terrible is about to happen. He wets his lips as if nervous. “You’re going to be here when I get back, right?”
He wants me to stay? The tension leaves my shoulders, and I nod. “Of course. You said I could have your big cock all night.”
“Good.” He smiles, but it fades to a frown as he continues to watch me. He makes an all-encompassing circular gesture at me. “Why’d you get all stiff and worried-looking just then?”
“I… thought you were going to kick me out.”
“What?”
“Well, maybe you… You might not want to leave a complete stranger in your room unattended.”
He studies me for a moment. “You don’t feel like a stranger to me, Lana. Sit tight, and I’ll be back soon.”