Chapter 7 – Lana ~ 1989
I take a big gulp of my drink. I sit my cup back down next to the sink and reluctantly head upstairs after Blake Ellis. I clench his jacket around my shoulders. No longer cold but anxious.
A secret between us? That’s interesting. What does Blake Ellis want with someone like me? A quick fuck? A real connection? I’m not sure but I am curious enough to find out.
I make it up to the landing on the second floor. There’s a few people making out and mingling. As I’m trying to decide to do this or go back downstairs, I see a scrunchie on a doorknob at the end of the hall.
Not just any scrunchie, my scrunchie. That sneaky bastard. He must’ve snatched it off my arm while I was distracted. I’ll give him some credit on that one. I wasn’t expecting it.
I look around the hallway to make sure that no one is paying attention as I make my way towards the door with my scrunchie on it.
Just before I can turn the knob, the door opens and I get pulled into the room. The room is dark. I can’t see two feet in front of me. The door shuts behind me and then my back is against it. I feel a hand touch my waist.
The other hand is resting on the door by my face. I gasp not expecting anything right away. Then I feel lips against mine. I groan. The hand on my waist slides down and lifts my leg up against his hip.
Blake’s jacket slips off my shoulders as I put one of my hands in his hair and the other hand draped on his shoulder. We begin fighting for dominance. His tongue hitting mine. We both moan.
He pulls back, leaving me gasping for air as he nips at my neck. He lets my thigh fall back down, as he locks the door behind me. I’m practically panting.
“You ready to be a good girl, Lana?” He says, his breath tickling my ear by his closeness. I feel a wetness start to pool from the words alone. Blake has a way with words. “Yes.” I say.
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me towards him. “Good. I’ve been waiting for you.” He says. I shudder. Damn. He swiftly picks me up and hoists me over his shoulder.
He walks over to the bed and throws me down. I squeal as I land on the bed. He rolls me over so that I’m on my back. “Strip, Voss.” Blake commands.
At his words, my skin tightened and a chill blossomed behind my neck. A pleasant shiver of anticipation traced its way up my spine. I bite my lip as I watch him come closer. “Do you want to take it off or should I do it for you?”
He crawls closer. “Better decide now, Voss, before I rip that pretty little outfit off and show you no mercy.” He states. I lean close. “And what if I say that I want to see you try.” I retort.
He smirks. That smirk is going to get me in trouble. I get up on my knees and sit my hands down on the mattress. “What’s it going to be, Ellis? Are you going to take my clothes off or not?” I taunt.
He lunges forward, knocking me back onto the mattress. He viciously pulls on my clothes. Hot damn. My clothes get ripped to shreds and he grabs my jaw and kisses me hard. Unrelenting. I groan.
He lets go and pulls his clothes off. Then he’s back to kissing me with a lot of force. He grabs my wrists and holds them down to the mattress above my head. He pulls my bra off and sucks a nipple into his hot mouth.
I gasp. He flicks my nipple with his tongue at a fast pace. I squirm. He bites down then pulls away. “Don’t. Move.” He commands. I nod. He slides his hand down my body and rubs my clit. I buck.
“Fuck, Voss you’re so fucking wet for me.” He puts more pressure on my clit and I start mewling. “Oh, I love that sound, Lana. Sing for me baby.” He says.
He moves his hand, strumming my clit with his thumb as he inserts one finger inside me and starts curling it against my walls. I shamelessly start grinding against his hand. He inserts another finger.
“Fuck, Ellis, I’m close.” Blake kisses me inserting his tongue in my mouth and keeping up his relentless pace. Strumming my clit, curling both fingers and holding me down while kissing me hard. I feel myself tighten as I keep rubbing myself on his hand.
Blake kisses my neck as I scream his name. My orgasm hitting me with a force, I wasn’t prepared for. He keeps going until I make it through the orgasm. My body relaxing. I haven’t ever come like that before.
He pulls his hand away and sucks my juices off his fingers. I moan at the sight. “Ready for round two?” He asks. I nod. He lets go of my wrists and rolls me over onto my stomach. I put my knees up underneath me. He knees my legs apart. “Spread them wide.” He instructs.
I do as I’m told. He rubs his hand over my pussy and starts to rub his dick with my juices on his hand. I shudder. That’s hot. He holds my head down onto the pillow with one hand and inserts his dick into my pussy.
I moan as I feel all seven inches fill me up. He gets all the way to the hilt and I feel him shudder. “Fuck, Voss, you’re so tight.” He lets go of the back of my neck and grabs hold of my hips as he starts to pump in and out.
I moan. “Harder.” He grips my hips and starts pounding into me. “Ah, fuck.” I say. I arch my back more and he groans. He picks up his pace and I feel like I’m going to come again.
He doesn’t relent. I feel my walls tighten around him. He screams out as I feel him coat my walls. I pant as my second orgasm hits me. He keeps thrusting to ride it out with me. Once we’re both relaxed he pulls out of me.
I collapse. He gets up off the bed and grabs something to clean himself up with. “I’m sorry about your clothes, by the way.” He says. I smile to myself. “You said you were going to rip them off. I tried to call your bluff.” I say back.
He chuckles. “Clever girl.” I get up off the bed myself and clean myself up too. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my neck. Then he lets me go and picks up his jacket from the floor. “A souvenir from our little rendezvous.”
He walks in front of me and drapes his jacket around my shoulders. He pulls me by the front of his jacket and kisses me. I kiss him back and then he lets go. He puts his clothes back on. I assess the damage of my clothes. My bra and panties are salvageable, so I put those back on.
My jeans have slight rips but are fine to wear. Tina’s shirt I borrowed is another story. Completely and utterly ruined. Oh well. I slip my arms into the sleeves of Blake’s jacket and button it up. Before we leave the room, he slips something into the pocket of his jacket.
I look at him confused. “So, you know how to contact me, Voss.” He grins. I smile back. He grips my hand and pulls me to the door. “I’ll give you a ride home.” I shake my head. “Tina already got us a taxi service, I’m sure. Thanks for the offer, Ellis.”
He squeezes my hand. “I’ll see you around, Voss.” He says. He lets go of my hand and walks out the bedroom door. I wait a few minutes and then make my way downstairs.
Tina is no where to be found. Great. Well I guess I could take Blake up on his offer. He is in the corner with his posse. He looks over at me. I nod to the door. He nods back and then slaps the guys hands and makes his way over to me.
“Tina is a no show, mind giving me a ride?” I ask. “I told you, Voss I will give you a ride. Anytime.” He smiles. I grin and he opens the front door for me. We head out to his car.
Tonight was only the beginning.