BATES
Istand outside my hotel room and take a deep breath before I open the door.
It gives me a moment to reflect on what I’ve done, and even though that moment is brief, it’s more than enough time to realize there’s a good chance I’m a fucking idiot.
I signal down the hall to the bellhop so he’ll wait a beat before he follows, then I let myself in.
Lana’s sitting cross-legged on the bed in a hotel bathrobe with a smile on her face, and all my worries melt away in an instant.
“Sorry to have been gone longer than I wanted. The search for red, berry-ish tea proved more complicated than expected. Not a single bag in the building, apparently.”
“That’s okay,” she says, still smiling. “You didn’t have to fuss, Bates. It’s not often I get everything I want, and I’ve done pretty well for myself already this evening. I’ll be fine with water or the grass clippings kind.”
Sadly, I think she means it.
And that bugs the hell out of me.
There’s a knock at the door, and I’m glad I went to the effort I did.
I let in the guy with the room service trolley and tip him handsomely before shooing him away.
“Mmm. This smells amazing,” Lana says, lifting the silver lid from her meal. “I’m so glad they could make a midnight omelet. You didn’t want one?”
I shake my head. Two would have taken longer. “I already ate. You eat up, and I’ll pour your tea.”
Her eyebrows rise in surprise as she watches me fill her teacup with berry tea. “I thought they didn’t have any.”
“They didn’t.” I pour a second cup from the teapot for myself. “But luckily for us, the all-night convenience store down the street did.”
She stares at me as if I’ve grown two heads. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She keeps staring, and it starts to grate on my nerves, because her expression is one of total confusion and disbelief, which seems to confirm the fact that nobody ever fucking looks after her.
“Your dinner’s getting cold,” I point out.
She nods and picks up the plate and some cutlery before looking around for somewhere to sit. The small table is currently home to pieces of a dismantled conveyor gearbox that I’ve taken apart to clean.
“How about breakfast in bed?” I suggest with a smile.
She smiles back and makes herself comfortable among the pillows.
There’s something pretty fucking awesome about her being on my bed when she makes appreciative “yummy” noises. This whole cozy situation is making my dick excited, and I’m sort of surprised it’s keen for action again so soon.
Lana really does something for me. Brains and personality, a sweet face, healthy appetite, generous curves, and her gorgeous little cunt that’s only ever been mine…
“Keep making those sexy as fuck noises, and I might want to ravage you again before you’re done eating,” I say, only half-joking.
“Good, I want you to,” she counters, moving her plate aside.
“I’ll wait till you’re done,” I say, measuring the remainder of her partially eaten omelet with my next glance and sliding the plate back toward her. “What time do you have to leave for your flight tomorrow?”
She covers her mouth and finishes her mouthful while her cheeks flush lightly. “Flight’s at seven, but I like to be early. I have a cab booked for three-thirty.”
My stomach draws tight when I glance at the clock. I have maybe an hour and a half left with her.
It gets difficult to swallow, and I have to clear my throat before I can speak again. “Are you packed?”
“Of course.”
A smile spreads across my lips before I can help it. “Of course,” I repeat, knowing that’s consistent with what I’ve learned about her so far. “You’re an efficient woman.”
“I am,” she agrees before taking a big mouthful and quickly gathering the last of her dinner onto her fork while she chews.
“Don’t rush. Just… enjoy it,” I beg, as her jaw seems to work at double her original pace. “Please? Slow down and make the noises again, so I know you’re enjoying yourself. I like hearing your sounds of appreciation.”
Her cheeks get a little pinker, but her last mouthful is savored with great enthusiasm — to the point where my dick is aching to make those noises mean something more thrilling.
“Glad you liked it,” I say, trying to keep my voice even as I take her empty plate away. I hand her the cup of tea, and she watches me as she sips it.
“I’ll need a quick shower before I leave,” she says, setting her tea aside and shedding the robe she’s been wearing.
“I’ll make sure you get it,” I assure her, quickly setting an alarm on my phone before I start undressing again.
Her eyes remain glued to me the entire time, and I’m not normally one to feel self-conscious about my appearance, but the way she looks at me makes me feel sexier than I am, and it’s unsettling — like I’ve somehow fooled her without meaning to.
She scoots forward and perches on the side of the bed. “Can I…?” She presses her lips together, sealing her next words inside.
“You can do whatever you want, Lana. Tonight I’m all yours.”
“All mine,” she says with a smile. “To do with as I please?”
I laugh softly. “I’m pretty sure I’ll enjoy whatever you decide on. Any ideas about what you’d like your second time to involve?”
“What did you do for your first time?”
Another snort of laughter escapes me. “I thanked my lucky stars that my girlfriend at the time had agreed to do it in the bed of my uncle’s truck down at the lake on a school night — and then I prayed I’d last longer than two minutes.
I managed to stretch it to almost sixteen, which made me a bit of a legend at the time.
” I laugh again and shake my head. “High school.”
Lana hangs on every word, and her very serious expression is so fucking cute that I have to laugh. “Not very romantic, huh?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. A moonlit night with pretty scenery in a secluded area, and getting naked under the stars with the high school legend…? Sounds pretty magical.”
She stands and moves closer until she’s pressed up against me.
She utters a soft, happy sound, as if she’s settling into her favorite comfortable spot, and then her hands begin to stroke my skin.
Her touch is gentle and filled with genuine interest, and her eyes keep meeting mine as if checking in — like she’s eager to please me, even though I’ve tried to make it clear that it pleases me most to make tonight all about her.
It feels so good when she touches me, though.
A low groan escapes me, and her hands leave my skin.
“Is it okay if I touch you like this?” she asks.
I take one of her hands and press her palm back to my chest. “Please do.”
Her fingertips trace the tattoos over my shoulder and arm, then she gets bolder and follows the trail of hair below my navel downward.
She explores my cock with slow, curious strokes that make me want to fuck her hand, and then she cups and fondles my balls with a delicate reverence I’m not sure they’ve earned.
She presses her cheek to my chest and kisses along my skin to take my nipple between her teeth. I hold my breath, trying to keep still, but her gorgeous breasts thrust their perky nipples at me and I can’t stand it anymore. I need to make her moan until she shatters.
“Enough about me.” I scoop her up and lay her on the bed again, and when I sink a hand between her thighs, I find her swollen little pussy gushing for me.
I swear under my breath, then seal my mouth over hers and swallow down her moans as I slide two fingers into her hot cunt, curling them into her inner walls as I stroke her. I’d expected her to be sore, but she’s not acting it at all as she tilts her hips to ask for more.
I mill her clit with the heel of my hand as I stretch her nice and slow, but soon she’s impatient as fuck, bucking into my hand and wanting more.
Easing back, I kiss her neck and chest, giving each beautiful nipple some love until my hand is dripping in her arousal. I leave her panting and hungry for more while I coat my cock with her juices, and she watches in apparent awe as I stroke myself.
“I like the look of you naked and shiny,” she pants as I reach for a condom. “Kind of wish I knew you better so I could see what sex is like without condoms.”
I pause, about to roll the rubber down my cock.
I want to be bare inside her too. So fucking badly. I don’t have anything she can catch, and the thought of getting her pregnant is… a huge fucking turn-on.
Gritting my teeth, I give her the peace of mind that protection will bring. She’s young and inexperienced, and she doesn’t need to be left wondering about any of that shit just because some selfish jerk wants to be irresponsible.
“I’d like that too, but we don’t know each other well enough to become overnight parents, so we’ll just keep it simple.”
Lana wets her lips as I finish rolling on the condom and nods. “Okay.”
Okay?
She almost said it as if she wouldn’t mind having my baby.
My cock strains in my hand as I picture fucking her until her belly grows round… and then fucking her some more. I practically launch myself at her, and she responds to the intensity of my kiss with a similar urgency.
Beneath me, she spreads her legs wider and angles herself to invite me in, and I don’t need telling twice. I push inside her snug cunt in one firm stroke, and we both moan in relief. It’s as if she too feels at home when I’m inside her.
Our eyes meet, and there’s so much trust and awe shining up at me it’s hard to breathe.
“Do you have to be so fucking beautiful?” I whisper.
Her cheeks flush, her lips press together, and she tries to avoid the compliment as her gaze rushes away from me.
I sink deep, pinning her to the mattress as I shake my head.
“Uh-uh. Lana, we barely have any time left together, and you’re not going to spend it shying away from me if I say something nice to you. I’m only going to say nice things, and I want to look into your eyes when I say them. Please let me.”
Her gaze returns to me slowly. Almost reluctantly. As if she doesn’t quite believe me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, my lungs never seem to get full enough around you. You’re literally breathtaking. You make my chest hurt, but in a way that makes me feel lucky about it.”
She stares up at me, as if under some sort of spell now.
I’ve somehow charmed this gorgeous young girl, and I swear, I could get drunk or high off the look in her eyes.
I somehow feel all-powerful, and yet completely at her mercy.
It’s the strangest thing I’ve ever felt, and so disturbing to think I’ve been alive this long without having had such a reaction to another person.
It seems an awful lot like life is meant to be about exactly this feeling.
I start to move again.
Slowly.
I want to draw out every second we have, to make our time together last longer.
Lana might have been a virgin before we met, but the way our bodies move together feels so natural and so good, it’s as if we’ve known each other for years.
It’s like she’s taken notes on how best to pleasure me, and I’m not entirely sure she hasn’t.
I left her alone for nearly twenty minutes, so there’s every chance she was scribbling code in her notebook.
The thought of her wanting to immortalize tonight’s events by recording them makes my cock even harder, and she gasps as it jerks inside her.
“Mm.” I lick her next moan from her lips. “Your little noises sound so good. I want to collect them like trophies.”
“You should. You’ve earned them.”
“How so?” I tease, giving her just a little more cock when her hips meet my thrust with a greediness that makes me feel wild inside.
I bottom out in her depths, and Lana chases my cock as I retreat.
She slides herself up and down it twice before she slams herself against me and takes my full length again.
“Yes. Fuck,” she pants at me in disbelief as she does it again. “You’re so big and good and right. Why do you feel so perfect?”
“Because you love having your pretty cunt stretched?” I suggest, slamming into her as her body begs for more.
“Maybe you like your sweet, young pussy being fucked by a man twice your age,” I rumble, as feral for her as she is for me.
“Stupid little boys wouldn’t know what to do with this gorgeous body, would they, baby?
They’d only waste your time. You’re a busy girl.
You need a man who knows how to take care of you just the way you need it. ”
Lana’s head falls back and presses into the mattress as she offers all she has to me.
“I like the way you say things,” she declares between ragged breaths.
“All the things. All the ways. How did I get so lucky?” She grips my hair, tugging hard enough to make it sting.
She’s using it to gain leverage to deepen my thrusts, and I’m forced to engage every muscle I have to hold back my orgasm while I push her onward to hers.
“Aren’t first times meant to be awkward? How do you make everything feel so good?”
I lower my face next to hers and smile against her ear as her ultra-snug cunt pulls tighter around my cock. “I’m just taking good care of you like you deserve, beautiful. Are you going to look me in the eyes when you come, so you know how much I’m enjoying this?”
Lana nods and pants near my ear as I press a kiss to her cheek. I lift my face over hers again and smile down at her. “Beautiful.”
Her pussy ripples with pre-orgasmic jitters, and I grunt with unguarded pleasure when she draws so tight around my cock that every movement comes with the most delicious of tugs.
Her response to praise is instantaneous.
Visceral. As if approval is all she’s ever wanted and she’s been deprived of it until tonight.
Her pussy grips my cock hard, and I have to bear down and tense my abs with all my might to keep from blowing my load before she comes.
Am I the only one who sees how wonderful she is? How can that be possible?
I look her in the eyes as I grind my fat cock into her at just the right angle to set her squirming. She deserves to be loved, and I’m going to show her that every part of me is doing just that.
“You’re a fucking dream, Lana,” I growl as I stretch her to her limits and nudge her swollen clit.