I take the glass of whiskey over to Lana, who’s been curled up on my couch since we arrived back at my condo. She didn’t ask why we came here and not back to her brother’s house, but I thought she could do without an hour-long cab ride out to the Sound.
“Here, sip this, baby,” I say softly, placing the cut crystal tumbler into her cradled hands, not letting go until I feel her grip close around it. I go back to the kitchen to collect my own glass, mine containing vodka, and quickly shoot off a text to Mila to let her know that Lana took ill, and I’ve brought her to my place because it’s closer. Hopefully, if the message gets to Matt via his girl, he won’t be banging my door down in the middle of the night to retrieve his sister. And I have every intention of putting Lana in an Uber once she’s feeling better. I’m pretty sure I do.
As I return to the lounge, Mila texts back and confirms that she’ll smooth things over with Matt. So, all that dealt with, I shut off my phone and join Lana on the couch, keeping an arm’s length between us so as not to trigger her again.
I’m such a fucking meathead.
After everything she told me about her ex, of course grabbing her like that would make her freak out. But all I could see was her tumbling backward and landing on the floor, so my goalie instincts kicked in and I reached out to stop her. I had no idea the effect this would have on her, and I feel like shit about it. I can still see her eyes open so wide the whites were visible all the way around her denim blue irises, her mouth open in a silent scream, and her fists balled in defense. It felt like slow motion as her tiny fists began to beat on my chest, her body squirming and struggling to free itself from my grip. But I didn’t want to let her go—she could beat me all she wanted—so instead I pulled her against me until she calmed and relaxed into my embrace.
I’ve faced a lot of scary shit in my life, but that was by far the scariest. I had no idea I could feel someone else’s pain as viscerally as I felt Lana’s in that moment. The terror etched on her face was more than my heart could bear, and I realized that I would do anything to protect her from ever feeling like that again.
“Thank you, Alex.” Lana’s sweet voice snaps me out of my reverie, and I turn to find her looking at me, her drink still cradled in her hands, untouched.
“For what, sweetheart?” I scoff, taking a healthy swig of vodka, welcoming the burn of the liquor in my throat. “I’m the one who made you feel like that. I’m so sorry I put my big paws all over you…”
Before I can finish the sentence, Lana has deposited her drink on the coffee table and is sliding across the section of couch that separates us.
“I like your hands on me,” she whispers in a husky voice. I watch, transfixed, as she captures her plump bottom lip between her teeth and looks up at me, something different in her eyes now. I no longer see the fear and confusion of earlier. What I see now is a hunger that I also feel. A hunger that’s making my dick uncomfortably hard in my dress pants.
“But I hurt you…” I argue, trying so hard to be a gentleman and not a dirtbag who just wants to push her back on the couch and devour her sweet mouth.
“No, you didn’t,” Lana replies firmly, her chin tilted in determination. “Etienne hurt me. You are nothing like him, and my reaction had nothing to do with what you did. Zac once grabbed my arm to stop me from stepping in front of a car while we were leaving the bistro, and I had a similar reaction. It’s not your fault I’m all kinds of fucked up.”
“Lana, I don’t want to see you that scared ever again,” I whisper in a rough growl, my whole being primed to protect her from anything.
Her eyes become glassy with tears, and she reaches her small hands out and places them on my chest, grazing them up and under the shoulders of my tuxedo jacket, pushing it off. My heart is absolutely pounding as I shrug the jacket off the rest of the way and let it fall behind me on the couch. Keeping my hands bunched in my lap, I allow Lana to continue exploring my body with her inquisitive fingers. They slowly loosen my bow tie, so it hangs around my neck and then she gets to work on the shiny buttons, flicking each one open, her pretty pink tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration.
“Baby, we don’t have to…” I say as her fingers get to the bottom buttons and come dangerously close to my hard dick.
But instead of replying, Lana stands and reaches behind her, dragging the zipper down the back of her dress, fire burning in her eyes. When the dress is loose, she shimmies her hips, it drops to the floor, and my whole world implodes. She’s absolutely stunning: rounded hips and belly, tiny black lace panties that are sheer and hide none of her bare beauty. Her luscious tits are encased in black lace as well, her hard nipples straining against it.
“I want you, Alex,” she breathes, reaching her hand out to me, imploring me with her eyes. “I know it’s not supposed to happen, but it feels right, so I don’t give a crap about Hockey Code or my brother. I want this for us. I know you want me too, so please take me to your bed and show me how much.”
Now, I’m a simple man, and you don’t have to tell me twice, especially when a beautiful sexy woman is standing in front of me in her underwear. With a growl, I push to my feet and reach out my hand to gently take hers, lifting her delicate fingers to my lips to kiss them.
“I don’t want to hurt you, so you need to tell me if I’m doing anything you’re uncomfortable with,” I say, fixing Lana with a serious look. The last thing I want to do is ruin the moment by scaring her somehow.
In reply, Lana reaches up and places her hands on my shoulders, leaping up my body, wrapping her legs around my waist, her gorgeous tits bouncing enticingly close to my face.
“There’s nothing you can do to hurt me, big guy.” And with that green light, she leans down and kisses my mouth with so much passion it almost knocks me off balance. But I quickly recover, grabbing Lana’s peachy ass in both hands and matching the movement of her tongue stroke for stroke, walking her toward my bedroom. I barely make it into the room because she’s grinding her hot little pussy on my hard rod, and it feels so good I don’t ever want her to stop.
“Too many clothes,” Lana gasps, pushing my unbuttoned shirt off my broad shoulders and sliding down my body so she stands in front of me. As I release my cufflinks and they drop to the floor with a metallic clink, Lana begins to work at my belt buckle and then my button and zipper. We’re both so frantic at this point, I almost miss the little giggle that escapes her when she shoves my pants down.
Now, I’m a confident guy, but no one wants a new lover to laugh when they take your pants off. It takes me a second to understand what Lana’s giggling about, and thank god it’s not my manhood.
“Oh shit, yeah. Forgot I put those on.” I chuckle, looking down at the flamingo patterned boxer briefs I’m wearing. I’m usually a plain black or white guy when it comes to my choice of underwear, but for some reason that now escapes me, I thought I’d wear these. I’m hoping the sizable bulge tenting them at the front is enough to restore my masculinity.
“They’re adorable,” Lana whispers, running her fingers under the waistband, making my abs twitch with anticipation.
“They were a stupid novelty gift from my brother Magnus.” I laugh, gently putting my fingers under her chin to tilt her eyes up to meet mine. “We like to bust each other’s balls by getting the most ridiculous gift we can find. He won that year.”
“Well, flamingoes happen to be my favorite bird, so I guess it’s my lucky day.” Lana cocks her eyebrow and before I can catch my breath, she’s pushing her fingers into the waistband and dragging my underwear down my muscular thighs, dropping to her knees in front of me. My throbbing cock is so hard it springs free, and I see Lana’s pretty eyes widen, her tongue once again peeking out between her lips.
Holy shit! There’s no way I’m letting this goddess suck my dick before I get a taste of her, so I quickly duck down, wrap my arm under her ass and hoist her over my shoulder. Lana lets out an adorable little squeal and laughs as I march her over to the bed and deposit her there.
“Was that okay?” I ask, suddenly unsure about handling her like that.
The hungry look in her eyes answers my question better than words. “I’m not gonna break, Alex. I know what I want, and I want you. It’s fine when I’m expecting physical contact; it’s the unexpected kind that throws me. So, will you stop treating me like a China doll and fuck me like I know you want to?”
Goddamn it, that’s like a red rag to a bull. I can’t help the growl that rumbles out of my chest as I pull off my socks and take Lana’s slender ankles in my hands, pulling her to the edge of the bed. I love the breathy gasp that escapes her as I drop to my knees and hook my fingers into the edges of her panties, sliding them down her thighs, flinging them over my shoulder. The heady scent of her arousal hits me, and I feel my mouth water at the thought of getting to slide my tongue through her slick folds.
“Oh baby, you’re so beautiful,” I moan, lifting her knees and draping her legs over my shoulders, sliding my palms up the impossibly soft skin of her inner thighs. I follow my hands with my lips, pressing firm, wet kisses along her thighs, using my hands to hold them open so I can fully appreciate the beauty of her wet pussy. Lana gasps with frustration when I reach the junction of her thighs, but I don’t press my lips against her. Instead, I flick my eyes up to lock our gazes, smiling mischievously as I continue to kiss down the opposite thigh.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it, big man?” She laughs breathlessly, squirming under my touch as I continue to torture her sensitive skin with my lips, tongue, and teeth.
“Just making sure I do a thorough prep job.” I chuckle, sliding one of my thick digits between her swollen, glistening lips, making her suck in a breath and arch her back. “This chef who’s teaching me to cook told me that preparation is everything.”
“Well, in my honest opinion, that chef is a fucking idiot,” Lana moans, grinding herself against my finger to gain more precious friction. “I’m all for instant gratification.”
Her sassy attitude is such a turn on, and I feel compelled to give her everything she wants. I want her to have it all. So, with one final grin and a cheeky cock of my eyebrow, I lower my head and glide my tongue through her slit and the taste of her explodes like fireworks. I’m instantly hooked, and when I find her hard little clit, I begin to circle it with the tip of my tongue, using her moans and sighs as a barometer for my actions. As I pick up the pace, Lana’s fingers run through my long hair, and she grips it hard, guiding my head in the direction of her building pleasure.
“Oh god, Alex,” she groans, her thighs quivering beneath my palms. “You’re so good at that. Oh yes, right there.”
At her command, I increase the pressure of my tongue and add another finger to her tight hole, slipping it in and curling it up to rub that rough spot inside. This action makes her squeal, and her hips shoot up, pressing her delicious pussy against my face. Syncing the movement of my fingers and my tongue, I increase the tempo of my ministrations and soon Lana is gasping and panting and coming all over my face, soaking my bearded chin with her juices. Her fingers grip my hair tightly as she rides out her orgasm, and I gently lick her back down to earth.
“Oh wow,” she sighs as I grab my shirt from the floor and wipe my chin, pushing up onto the bed to lay beside her. She’s boneless and panting, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hazy with satisfaction. On the other hand, my dick is about ready to rocket right off my body, so I reach over and flick the front clasp holding her bra together and moan as her bountiful tits spring free.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” I growl as she shrugs out of her bra and presses her breasts against my chest, dancing her fingers down the center line of my abs and through the dusting of reddish blonde hair on my stomach. My cock twitches with interest, and I suck in a shaky breath when her fingers enclose it in her warm grip. Once again, I can feel the rough little calluses on her fingers from hours in the kitchen and that added friction has me on the edge at an embarrassingly quick rate. Her lips find the sensitive skin of my neck, and she trails her tongue along my collarbone and between my pecs. I can see where she’s heading and even though the thought of her plump lips around my cock makes me want to blow my load, I need to be inside her first.
I decide to take control of this situation, so I run my fingers down her arm and gently circle her wrist, easing her hand away from my cock, which is liable to let me down if she continues to stroke it like that. Instead, I roll my big body over so she’s beneath me, my muscular thigh between her legs, feeling her slickness there. I hold her wrist above her and lower my head so I can gently nuzzle her neck, scuffing my beard on the sensitive spot behind her ear. Lana giggles and squirms, and I continue to kiss my way along her jawline and finally find those luscious lips. She’s so ready to accept my kiss, and it takes no time for us to start devouring each other, tongues lashing and searching. She grinds her hungry little pussy against my thigh, seeking another release before I finally get inside her. And who am I to deny her anything, so I brace my leg and allow her to find her orgasm again, groaning and bucking beneath me.
Watching her fall apart yet again is too much. I need to be inside her now. So, I roll away while she catches her breath and dig around in my nightstand for a condom. Laying back on the comforter, I smirk as Lana watches me sheath my cock in latex, her naughty little tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, a sure sign she’s concentrating hard on what I’m doing. I make a promise to myself to make full use of that tongue and mouth when we go for round two later tonight.
But for now, I just need to bury myself in her as deeply as I can. I need to feel the warm grip of her pussy around my cock more than I need my next breath.
However, before I can roll back on top of her, Lana is up, straddling my thighs. She’s obviously a woman on a mission—and who the fuck am I to stop her? So, I simply fold my hands behind my head and give her a nod.
“Is this okay?” she asks, biting her lower lip, suddenly unsure of her bold move to take control.
“I love you taking control, baby,” I growl, flexing my hips beneath her so she bounces slightly up and down. “You can do whatever you want to me, just so long as it involves my cock in your pussy in the next ten seconds.”
Lana laughs huskily, her breasts gently swaying with the movement. I make a mental note to make sure those little pink nipples find their way into my mouth while she’s riding me.
As if my consent is all she needs to hear, Lana presses one palm to my hard abs and raises herself up, gripping the base of cock with the other hand so she can guide it into her. Even through the latex, I can feel how hot she is. As she works my dick inside her, I have to list my career shutout games in my head in order not to blow my load as soon as she bottoms out. The look on her face is even hotter than finally being inside her—her eyes half closed with lust, her lips pursed together in a perfect little O, her cheeks flushed pink as if she’s also holding on by a thread.
Carefully, I move my big hands to her hips and start to slowly guide her movements, loving how tiny she looks with my hands all over her. After a few encouraging pumps, Lana takes control again and begins to roll her hips in the most enticing way, pressing her palms on my thighs behind her so her breasts jut upward. Before I can stop myself, I rise up and capture a pink peak in my mouth and suck deeply, feeling Lana’s pussy clench around my shaft.
As she rides me at a tortuously slow pace, I can’t keep my hands off her body, cupping the globes of her ass, holding her waist, gliding my fingers up and down her thighs, gripping her hair that’s now gloriously disheveled and falling out of the fancy style.
Fuck, it’s everything I can do to hold on to my self-control. Every graze of her skin or lips, every roll of her hips, every clench of her inner muscles is causing my orgasm to hurtle to its conclusion.
“Baby, I’m close,” I groan through gritted teeth as she begins to pick up the pace. “I need to know what you need. I want us to come together.”
Lana’s gorgeous eyes open and her pupils are so blown out with desire they look almost black. But the look on her face is unsure, as if she doesn’t want to ask for what she needs.
“Anything you want. Tell me what you need,” I press. “You’re safe with me, Lana.”
As if my words give her courage, she says, “I want you on top, and I want you to really fuck me hard. You won’t hurt me. Just do it.”
I know that now isn’t the time to unpick this request, so I do as she asks. With a squeal, Lana is suddenly beneath me, her eyes blazing with lust. Still inside her, I sit back on my haunches and grab the backs of her legs so that they’re pressed up against my chest, her ass resting on my thighs.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” I chuckle. “Better hold on.”
With that, I pull out and thrust back inside, causing her whole body to jolt with the power of my thrust. I look down with a questioning expression to check that she’s okay, and Lana just moans deeply and nods up at me to continue.
So I do.
I pound her like she asked me to, using her enthusiastic moans and yelps as a guide to her pleasure.
“I’m close, Alex. Please…” she gasps, her body slick with sweat, her gorgeous tits jiggling with each thrust.
I’m close as well and I know it’ll only be a few more pumps before I blow, so I lurch forward and cover Lana’s sweaty body with my own. She wraps her legs around my waist as we ride out the end together, and I only just hold on long enough to feel her pussy grip me and her fingers squeeze my biceps. The sounds of our mutual pleasure fill the room, and I empty my release into the condom. The feeling of my orgasm seems to go on infinitely until we both slump into a sweaty heap, breathing in short, shallow gasps.
“Oh, wow,” Lana gasps beneath me.
It suddenly occurs to me she has almost two hundred and thirty pounds of hockey player on her tiny body, so I raise up on my forearms and look down to see her smiling and laughing.
“Was I crushing you?” I ask, confused by the laughter.
“No,” she giggles. “I was just amazed that sex could feel like that.”
I squint my eyes at her and gently sweep her damp hair from her face. “I hope you mean it felt awesome and not terrible.” Shit, that would be the worst.
Lana gently cups my face in her hand, and I lean into her touch. “It was the best I’ve ever had. It was sweet and sexy and perfect. Thank you.” She leans up and presses her lips to mine and that moment feels almost as good as the orgasm I’ve just had.
I roll to the side, pull Lana into my arms, and stroke my fingers down her back, gripping her round ass. “It felt perfect for me, too. You’re not just a firecracker in the kitchen it seems.”
She laughs throatily into my chest and looks up at me. “I mean it—it’s never felt like that with anyone before, not even…” Her eyes dart away from mine, and she snuggles down farther into the crook of my arm.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I say, shifting so I can look into her eyes. “You don’t have to worry about comparing me to Le Douchebag. I know I’m a far superior lover.”
This thankfully makes Lana laugh. I wasn’t sure how she’d take the nickname I’ve given her asshole ex.
“I could never compare you to him,” she replies, suddenly serious.
With her words, my heart sinks and I realize she must still be hung up on him. Why else would she bring him up after we’ve just had sex for the first time?
“It’s okay. I’m sure the sex with him was incredible…” I say in a sulkier voice than I intended. I gently slide Lana from my arms and sit up, swinging my long legs over the edge of the bed.
“No, you don’t get it,” Lana cries, jumping up and standing in front of me, gloriously naked, her hands on her hips. “All I meant is I thought sex with Etienne was the best it could get, but I realize now that a lot of what I felt with him was fear.” She moves forward and straddles my lap, holding my face in her hands so we’re looking directly into each other’s eyes. “You are the kindest, sexiest man I’ve ever met, and that’s what made it better than it’s ever been with anyone.”
Well, fuck me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been anyone’s best ever before.
Unsure of what to say, I do the next best thing, lifting Lana up so we can fall down onto the bed for round two of the best she’s ever had.
And if I’m honest, she’s the best I’ve had as well.