Bates swallows down my words with an agreeable grunt.
We bump along the walls of the third-floor corridor until finally I’m pressed to a door instead. Bates pins me there with his hips and his lips while his hands fumble in his back pockets. A few scraping sounds and a confirmation beep later, I’m carried inside the room and lowered onto a bed beneath the most handsome and wonderfully accepting man I’ve ever met. I can’t think of better circumstances in which to lose my virginity.
Still kissing me, Bates attacks his shirt, throwing it aside before working on mine. I help him by twisting out of it, and he dispatches my bra within seconds. That’s when his mouth leaves my lips — leaves them gasping for more.
He scuffs his bearded face down my neck, down the centerline of my chest, and then latches his mouth around my nipple, sucking, and tugging, and palming my breasts with a subtle, aching squeeze that makes me writhe and want to beg for all the other amazingly hot things he can do to me that I don’t even know about.
“Holy fucking shit.Bates.”
5
BATES
She’s so fucking responsive to everything I do.
I’ve barely covered second base, and I already feel like a miracle worker. Between her noises and her body arching off the bed, Lana can hardly contain herself. My ego is as inflated as my dick, and I could get so fucking used to this.
No, you couldn’t.
This is a one-night stand.
The thought torments me as much as it grounds me in reality.
Lana will leave tomorrow, and she’s only at the start of her life’s journey. I’ve been around the block, and I’m not getting any younger. If I don’t find a woman who wants to settle down and start a family soon, then I’m more likely to get a hip replacement before I get kids. My heart aches with its fresh wounds, but I push the pain aside.
Remembering life is good is easily done when I’m holding a woman as sweet and precious as Lana in my hands.
I hadn’t planned to move on so quickly, but spending tonight with her is definitely going to be a fond memory to look back on while I get my act together.I’ll make sure it’s beautiful for both of us.
Something stabs into my elbow, and I lift my arm to find Lana’s pencil. I put it behind my ear and gaze down at her, but when she sees it, she plucks it from there and wriggles around, trying to get her notepad from her back pocket. Her gorgeous tits roll in a captivating display, distracting me until she’s freed her notebook and flipped it open.
She meets my eyes, and there’s a nervous energy about her that wasn’t there a few seconds ago. When I lower my mouth to kiss her chest, her heart is racing beneath my lips.
“What’s up, beautiful?”
She wets her lips. They’re rouged and swollen from kisses, and I can’t look at them without thinking obscene things. My cock strains against her hot crotch, and her eyes get even rounder.
A thought niggles at the back of my brain, and I get a little more nervous myself.
“Lana, how old are you?”
“Twenty-two.”
Half of me is mortified that she’s so young.
The other half is wondering why the huge age gap, doesn’t feel so big when I’m gazing into her eyes. I don’t know if it’s because she seems older, or she makes me feel younger, but the numbers aren’t adding up to “disturbing” the way I thought they would.
She’s been through college, so she’ll have some experience under her belt. She didn’t seem unworldly when she asked me to have sex with her earlier. A little quirky, sure, but not innocent. She was talking openly about maybe sleeping with that Lydia person, and she’s been pretty clear and direct with me… I drop my gaze to the notebook she’s holding pretty tightly.
“What’s written on your list, babe?”
“Um…” Her breaths are fast and shallow. Her mouth opens and closes without giving me any words, and she holds out thepaper to show me the list instead. I try to make sense of what hasn’t already been crossed out, but it’s just a bunch of squiggles and letters. The random mixture of uppercase and lowercase makes no sense to me. It may as well be ancient hieroglyphs lined up next to the bullet points.
I point to one line. “What does this underlined heading mean?”
“Prepare the subject.” Lana clears her throat. “I know that sounds really impersonal,” she hurries to explain, “but I didn’t know your name when I wrote it. You were right. I should have gotten your name first.”
I look between us. We’re both topless but still wearing jeans. My dick is hard as fuck, and I haven’t laid eyes or hands on her panties yet, but based on her reactions to anything I do to her and the way she’s been grinding against me, I’m sure they’re soaked.
