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5.
Nobody saw them, thank God. Yet Lara's body was a livewire all the same. Damn sparks prickling all down her spine and sending embers spreading into her gut.
Lara tried to ignore the heat. Lucas wouldn't let her. Pinched her bottom again as she opened the office door. Bastard.
She slapped his hand away and tugged him into the dark with her by his shirt collar. Lucas took that as his invitation. He was upon her in an instant, eager hands sliding around her waist as his lips rushed to meet hers.
A split-second of delirium had Lara kissing him back. The sound of her own tiny moan as she experienced the maddening talent of his tongue was enough to shock her back to her senses.
"The door." She gasped as she broke away from him. "Lock the door."
The younger man obeyed without complaint. Lara took that time to watch him, to drink in the shape of him as he moved. Lean yet masculine, his taut, honed body cast in the shadow of the darkened office. The faint glow from the work pen beyond cast some light around his shape. It was here that Lucas Simon almost looked like a man… rather than a teenager with more cock than sense.
He clicked the lock shut. And with the window blinds closed, they had their privacy. Privacy for… whatever the hell they were going to do. Lucas turned to her then and even in the dark Lara could see the intent in his body. She could see the shine from the pits of his eyes. Unmistakable hunger.
Lara found herself backing up slowly. She said nothing as she awaited the randy youth's next move. His shape drew closer, closer, closer, moving to kiss her again.
So she slapped him.
The teenager reeled slightly, letting out a grunt. Though Lara struggled to read his face in the dark, Lucas didn't seem upset. In fact, the way his bearing was, the ease in his posture… it seemed like he expected it.
There was no shame, no embarrassment, no hint at apology that Lara could see. Not even clear skies and the big, bright sun could reveal something that wasn't there. Lucas Simon was proud of himself. And that made Lara's blood boil.
He slipped in close again, his hands again finding their way to her waist. His hot breath ghosted over her lips. Lara slapped him a second time.
Lucas was not dissuaded. Another grunt, but he dipped his head lower, bringing his lips to her neck. Warm kisses made Lara's eyes flutter despite herself.
"You brought me here to hit me?" Lucas murmured into her ear, kissing the spot just below. He took her earlobe between his teeth and Lara hated the way it made her shiver.
"You deserved it." Lara huffed, swallowing down a needy whine. "For being a cocky little shit!"
He chuckled then and Lara hated that too. Hated how her heart was racing. Hated how her belly was twisting and tightening and growing so pleasantly warm. Hated the way his body felt pressed so close, so firm and warm under her hands. Most of all, she hated how she knew he was smiling.
The youth pressed in even closer, bringing his body to hers - over hers. He nudged her legs apart as he pinned her against the desk… and Lara's thigh rose on its own. Lara caught herself before she locked her ankle around his.
"Lara… You know better by now… there's nothing little about me." More kisses came to her throat, each one as cursed as it was sweet. He grazed the skin with his teeth, each nip making Lara breath in sharply. Worse, he followed the bites with his soothing tongue.
What gives him the right to torment me like this, Lara wondered.
"How about your manners?" Lara sneered. Her fiery spirit flared hot as she found the nerve to push the younger man back. Not completely, of course. Just enough that he might see the sour look on her face. Not even the dark could hide her annoyance. "Grabbing my arse, treating me like I'm just some tarted-up airhead bitch."
"You didn't seem to mind it at your party."
"That was in private. Not out in the bloody open where anybody could see." Lara hissed, slapping his chest. She took a breath, settled her nerves. "And I wasn't in my right fucking mind, now was I?"
Through the shadow, Lara could make out the raising of a brow on Lucas' face. She could see the corner of his mouth curling as well, a dubious grin. She fought the urge then to slap the sod yet again.
"You were definitely drunk on something… but it wasn't wine." He told her, sliding back into her space - pressing his groin up to her core. Through her skirt, through his pants… something hard and solid and big. Lara's breath caught in her throat and she almost didn't hear his next words. "And you never got a single taste of me until after you decided you wanted it."
"Yeah? And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Lara pushed back hotly.
Lucas chuckled to himself, an infuriating sound. The feeling of his hands upon her only made it worse, the warmth creeping up her flanks, fingers pressing into the small of her back. What stung most of all was the same sting from before: his touch felt good. The fire in Lara's heart burned hot - yet not hot enough to shove Lucas away. Or perhaps… Perhaps that was exactly why she didn't.
"Never thought I'd hear Lara Croft making excuses." Lucas tsked. He kissed the corner of her mouth.
"Fuck you." Lara bit back. Yet she kept her voice quiet.
"Hey, if you're offering…"
Lara had some biting retort waiting on her tongue, but Lucas caught her lips again and her tongue found itself occupied. Lara thought of biting - but Lucas was probably into that.
The outrage that burned in her chest did not wilt or simmer. Instead, that heat poured into something else - feeding into the warmth that was brewing in her belly. The fire grew and grew, red hot flickers that Lara had tried to ignore now licking away at her insides.
Lucas pushed closer, pinning her butt to the desk. His hands held to the small of her back as he deepened their kiss. Still the teenager's nerve shocked her, his bold groping of her backside drawing a gasp from her throat - one he quickly swallowed up. Strong fingers sinking into her arse, pawing at her through her skirt, sent Lara's blood into a froth. She worked her tongue against his in a duel of defiance, yet that just made her head spin and her blood boil all the more fiercely.
The hands that had gripped Lucas' collar slid to the back of his head. Lara threaded her fingers through his hair. She would be no passive party, not even in this twisted affair. Lara Croft was no one's victim… though that only damned her here.
Lara was no stranger to scandalous hook-ups. This wasn't even the first time she'd stolen away into somebody's office for a bit of fun. Risk and daring was simply her nature. Yet this… this dalliance with a teenager… even if he was sixteen…
Lara Croft was a woman who knew what she liked. And she'd never been afraid to take what she wanted. She wasn't ashamed of her tastes.
Men. Real men. Blessed men. Men with big, thick, cunt-ruining cocks. Long, fat ones that needed two hands to wield. Veiny bastards as thick as her wrist. Heavy and meaty enough that she could swing them back and forth and feel their heft. She loved to rock them back and forth, side to side, slap them against her cheek, onto her tongue. She loved men with big, heavy balls, plump and turgid and bloated with thick, sticky cum. Stones so ripe and virile that the scent coming off of them, that potent, magnificent musk, could make her spin and send her heart all aflutter.
Lara Croft was a size queen. She'd always found the term tawdry, classless - yet deep in her intimate thoughts, she could never reject it. Not when her body screamed the truth. It was a cold, hard fact. As sure as the sky or the wind or bad men craving riches and power. Lara Croft loved 'em big.
But Lucas Simon - bold, cocky Lucas Simon - could hardly be called a man. He was a teenager. A ripe sixteen. Barely more than a boy - the only thing making him more was the blessing between his legs. And he was the son of a close friend. This, all the kissing and fondling in this dark empty office, was beyond inappropriate. It almost felt criminal - and not at all in the way Lara was used to.
Was a big, fat prick all it took to make Lara take that leap? She had to have some standards.
Standards. Ten inches shattered hers quite decisively, a voice from the dark depths of her mind came to remind her. That was another cold, hard fact. One she preferred to ignore - but couldn't. This arrogant yankee knob had the biggest, fattest, most gorgeous knob Lara had ever seen.
Could she really walk away from that? For Mallory's sake?
Lucas' talented tongue drew through her mouth again, sending her thoughts into a flurry. Then there were his hands, rough and firm yet also deft, rising up her flanks and rousing her body through the thin fabric of her clothes. His mouth went to her throat again and finally Lara could breathe. Finally, she could speak. Yet all that came were gasps, swallowing down air, and incoherent mutterings, all as Lucas suckled at her poor defenseless neck. His hands were at her front now, plucking away at the buttons of her shirt.
"Lucas…" Lara rasped out. She'd meant it to sound like a warning but her voice came low and throaty and heated.
The youth merely grunted in response. He parted her blouse as he went, exposing her collarbone, the cups of her bra, and the bosom they adorned. There was a part of Lara - a tiny part - that felt bad for Lucas then. She knew well just how mouthwatering her breasts were, especially pushed up even perkier. In the dark, he could not see them in their full glory, nor could he see how her black satin bra cradled them into such splendid cleavage.
So Lucas sated his sense of taste instead. Where his hands went, his mouth followed, trailing kisses down her throat, across her collarbone, down her sternum, down to that grand set of Croft tits. He groaned happily as he showered affection upon those soft, smooth upper slopes. His hands joined in, sweeping up to grope the undersides. Lips and tongue and grasping fingers sent a hot jolt straight to Lara's core.
"Oh… Shit…"
He buried his face between her tits, devouring what flesh he could claim like a youth possessed. Lara breathed, breathed, clutching the back of his head. She nearly stumbled on her heels, how strong was the shiver rolling down her body. She found her balance against the desk, knocking over a cup of pens and pencil as she planted a hand behind her. Each working of his hungry mouth made the pit of her gut bloom hotter. All over, her skin was buzzing. A moan floated from her mouth.
"Lucas-" Lara's voice nearly broke there. She thanked the Almighty that it didn't. The other words still caught in her throat. Were they to tell the teenager to stop… or to keep going? Not even Lara could say for certain, such a storm her own body was.
In the end, the young man with the wicked mouth made the choice for her. A needy groan rumbled in his chest as he hooked a finger under one of her bra cups. He tugged it down. Lara cursed as her right breast came spilling free, round and ripe and capped with a hard, aching nipple. Lucas' tongue found it quickly, flicking and lashing in the way that always made Lara weak in the legs. Then he closed his lips around it, suckling hard.
Lara stumbled again, gripping the edge of the desk for support. She let her head fall back and another moan floated up into the air, quiet and needy.
"Fu-uck." She keened, feeling a hot blitz through her core. His teeth pinched around her stud nipple. The sting was delicious. And it was madness. This teenage boy was far, far too good at this. Worryingly so.
Lucas groaned again and she could feel the reverberations from his chest, so close he was pressed to her. She could feel them from his mouth, too. Against her slick, aching tit. His mouthing was rough, almost feral - and the deepest, primal pit of Lara's soul was pleased.
His hands fled from her breasts, returning to her backside. There he palmed her buttocks again, groping them hard. He pawed at her taut, rounded derriere. Roughly. Brutishly. Possessively. Lara might have slapped him again if her body didn't delight in the savage treatment. Echoes of Cowboy's strong, massive hands rang through her mind and body both. If only Lucas had the nerve to yank her around by her hair…
His tongue circled her areola, flicking over the hardened stud, each stroke sending an exquisite rush through her nerves. It fueled the furnace in her belly. She was molten between her thighs. Her panties were sodden.
If only he'd get a hand under my skirt… then he'd know…
Lara wrinkled her nose despite the pleasure rolling through her flesh. Knowing how wet he'd made her… just from his mouth and hands… that would make this arrogant sod even cockier. Though with their bodies pressed flush together, locked together against the desk… with his groin pushed up against her skirt… Maybe Lucas already knew.
"God, your tits are fucking perfect." Lucas slurred as he drew his tongue through the crevice between them. He buried his face in that valley again, parting his lips as he tried gathering as much of her sweet titflesh into his maw as he could. The youth rumbled out a thoroughly satisfied groan before trailing his tongue back to her saliva-slick nipple to start his wonderful torment all over again.
"Oh… Uh…" Lara shuddered, both hands now planting on the desktop for balance. That delicious quiver rolled deep, deep into her flesh, burrowing into her gut. Delicious and unwanted. She couldn't want this. Not with some yankee schoolboy.
Yet still she did nothing to stop him. Just like she did nothing to stop herself. This was all her own bloody fault, wasn't it? Lucas may have been a cocky shit, pushing to get his way, but Lara was the one who opened that door in the first place. She'd been the one too curious for her own damned good. She chose to get down on her knees. She chose to open her mouth. Chose to gulp down every drop of-
Suddenly, through the haze brought on by the teen's swirling tongue, Lara could taste him again. Phantom cum, salty, sticky, bitter, gushing over her taste buds, flooding into her throat. She could almost feel that cock filling her mouth again, could almost feel her lips stretching around him.
Then… a flash of luck. Though Lara couldn't say for certain if the luck was good or bad.
She opened her eyes for a split second… and saw a shadow passing by the office door.
There was another sort of jolt arcing through her innards then. Nerves alight with a burning chill, Lara slapped the top of Lucas' head. Still the young man suckled and slurped at her heaving breasts. Such was the hunger of a teen male.
"Lucas." She hissed, making a fist in his hair. Urgency ran hot through her voice. "Stop. Stop it."
A groan strained with reluctance rose from his chest… though he drew away all the same. But not before planting one last kiss to the top of her bare tit.
"Something wrong?" He whispered. To his credit, he didn't sound too disappointed. Lara couldn't imagine she'd have put up with his behavior if he'd turned out to be a bloody whinger.
"It's too risky in here." Lara breathed steadily, slowly, trying to bring her body back down from the high. "We're going to get caught."
Lucas glanced back at the office door. Though the dark hid his face, she could see his posture straighten. He turned back and let out a quiet chuckle.
"I thought Lara Croft liked living on the edge."
"Don't pretend you know me, boy." Lara kept her voice low as she pushed off the desk. She closed the short distance, poking a finger into his chest. "And don't pretend the two of us have anything going on."
A ridiculous thing to say after she had her face buried in his cock and balls… and moments after he had his own buried between her tits. Lucas seemed to feel the same way. Even in the dark, Lara knew the lad now wore an insufferable grin.
"I think I know at least a little bit about you." He let his voice trail off. Then came a sharp pinch at her bare breast as his fingers found her nipple.
Lara bit back a curse. But she didn't jerk away. Didn't slap his hand off. A tiny damnation on top of everything else. The sting was just the way Lara liked it. It took every ounce of her strength to hold back the whimper quivering in her throat. She couldn't give Lucas that victory. Not this soon, anyway.
Another shadow passed by the door, along with the voice of some office lackey muttering on his phone. Lara went tense all over again. Thankfully, Lucas saw it too. He showed mercy, letting her nipple slip from his fingers.
"A locked door won't do us good if they find out we're both in here." Lara warned him.
"I see your point." He said. "Don't want to have our fun spoiled before we even get started."
Lara scoffed. She didn't even dignify that with a retort. With a huff, she got herself back in order. Pointedly ignoring the other occupant. She didn't even say a word when he went back to fondling her arse.
She shifted her bra, sliding her breast back under the black satin cup. Her nipple, hard and slick, buzzed as the material brushed over it. Her lips peeled back some as tightness gripped her belly. Lara let out a little sigh. Her other nipple was hard, too. Her breasts were still thrumming with sensation, still aching. And that ache was seeping deeper into her flesh.
All Mr. Simon's handiwork. Fucker.
Lara ignored the ache the best she could. She buttoned up her blouse and squirmed away from his groping hand. Already her body was missing him.
And like the Devil himself, like he could read her damned thoughts, Lucas was there to whisper in her ear.
"This wasn't enough for me. I have a feeling it wasn't enough for you, either. I'm still in town for the next few days. I've got a room up in the Hartwood off Strand and Lancaster. Tenth floor, room sixteen. Drop by anytime you like, Miss Croft. I'm always ready to show a lady a good time." He kissed the side of her neck. "But you're no lady, Lara. So I'll just give you the fuck of your life instead."
Another kiss, this one to her lips. Then he was moving. The lock clicked open and he was out the door, disappearing into the cubicle farm outside.
Leaving Lara alone… and gaping at his outrageous promise.
Lara smoothed out her skirt, simmering, seething. Her heart was fire, raging hot.
The absolute fucking nerve-
But was it truly that outrageous?
Lara mulled that over in the quiet dark. The only sound was her own labored breathing and the faint drone of corporate purgatory. Her breasts still ached from his mouth, her backside ached from his hands… and her cunt ached from yearning alone. Lara was hot and slick and empty.
The voice from before, the same one that fawned over his blessed size, returned, moaning from the depths of her soul - Lara hadn't even gotten to touch it this time, that kingly bastard of a cock.
It had been a dream, the way it filled her throat. Lara could only imagine what it would feel like battering at her sex. But she didn't have to imagine it anymore, did she?
He left me an open invitation…
Lara shook her head wildly. Under her breath, she cursed herself. Cursed him. The young American knob who thought he could conquer Lara Croft.
Lots of men had tried to conquer her. It took more than a big cock to bring Lara to heel.
And very soon, Lucas Simon was going to learn that himself.