AN: Made some edits to make it more explicitly clear for Patreon that all characters are 18+.
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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, a stunning teacher or two, 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 teenage cock.
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.
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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 eighteen-year-old 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 his ripe 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 teen’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 her 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 teenager 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.
Lara strode out naked. She found Lucas lounging on the ruined bed, equally bare. He had the TV on with low volume. A nature documentary. Deer in mating season, Lara noted with a snort. Fancies himself a true stag, no doubt.
The show was forgotten the moment Lara was there, however. Lucas sat up, his full focus on her. All of her.
Lara didn’t say anything at first. Partly to bask in the lad’s youthful admiration. And partly to just take a moment and regard him. This was the young man she risked her name for. Him and that cock of his. She’d wagered her professional reputation for a night with his ten inches. Ten long, thick, tasty inches.
Worth it, she had already decided. Worth it because Lucas was no blushing, fumbling virgin. He knew what he was doing. Exactly as he had boasted to her.
Somewhere in the barrage of hammering thrusts, Lucas Simon had planted the seed of curiosity. Fast growing, it was. The roots were already spreading through Lara’s mind, gripping tight.
“So…” The young man tested the silence.
“So.” Lara echoed with a tilt of her head. “You’re more than just big talk.”
His cocksure grin was wide and sharp, but there was a brightness behind his eyes as well. A young man’s joy. Lara paid no mind to the lightness it brought to her chest.
“I talk big because I’ve got big to back it up.” Lucas said, looking pleased with himself. He crossed his arms behind his head.
Lara’s gaze flickered down to his groin. Even soft and limp, Lucas was… ample. She knew where he got his pride, but what about his experience?
“You seem to know what you’re doing, I’ll give you that. Impressive for someone your age.”
“Practice pays off.”
“Practice.” Lara repeated. Not a question, but open like one. Already there were tales spinning in her head, sordid scenes of a stud even younger than the one lounging before her.
A tightness clenched hot in Lara’s belly. She could only imagine the sort of conquests that cock had won.
“Practice and hard work.” Lucas told her with a proud, pleased look. “I was lucky to meet a couple of girls who wanted to teach me a thing or two. Then after that it was women who were curious about me. About the rumors. Tutors. Starlets. Models. You’re not the first older woman I’ve spent a night with.”
“Older woman?”
“Older than me.” Lucas clarified quickly. He chuckled then. “Girls my age are nice, but…”
Lara crossed her arms. She met Lucas’ eyes expectantly. It was enough to give him the briefest of pauses.
“...But I prefer my women to be more developed.”
“I could tell. The way you were pawing at my tits.”
“You didn’t seem to mind.”
Lara would have scoffed. Her breasts still ached from his hands. Hell, she could still feel his teeth scraping against her nipples. The memory was fresh and put a faint tremble down into her belly. It was warm. Too warm.
“When do you head back to the States?” Lara found herself asking.
The question caught Lucas off guard, from the way his brow pinched.
“A little over a week. Why?” His voice had turned lighter. Slightly hopeful.
Lara held back her smirk.
“I had a talk with your mother the other night. Back at the office.” Lara said. She let the words hang there between them for a time, taking some small glee in the teen’s expression.
“Uh… about what?”
“About you. About how you got into history because of me. About how you would be thrilled to join me on one of my expeditions.”
A miracle unfolded before Lara’s eyes: Lucas Simon looking flustered.
“Well, I… Yeah. Totally.” To his credit, he recovered quickly. And he had the decency to come clean. Other young men would have been all bluster and denied, denied, denied.
“Well, then…” Lara tsked in thought, swinging her hips slowly “My next trip isn’t for quite a few months. And I don’t think you’d like Siberia. But…”
“Yeah?” Lucas sat up straighter.
Lara’s chest had that lightness again. Her skin was buzzing all over, her veins running hot. Was she really going to do this?
“I’d like to invite you to stay here. At Croft Manor. With me.” There it was. Out in the open now. No taking it back. Lara felt no dread. No unease. Her heart was pounding too hard.
“Are you… are you serious?”
“Completely.” Lara smiled, seeing the utter disbelief on the young man’s face. Disbelief and jubilation. And lower down, the stirring of his half-hard prick. “It’ll be good for you to have a mentor. You’re at that age. I’m sure your mother would agree. And there is so, so much I can teach you. To put it simply, I think it’s time I took a protege.”
Lara took her finger and ran it slowly, slowly along the top of Lucas’ cock. Tracing the whole length of him, down to the head. She savored the look in his eyes, as close to worship as she’d ever seen. Her voice dropped into a sultry purr.
“So what do you say, Mr. Simon?”