CLOSER - Santa Monica

by LadyTrent

Lara is on holiday when she runs into a ghost from her past. Unexpectedly, the encounter turns out to be exactly what she needed. [This is an explicit, NSFW, open door adventure, rated M!]

Authors Note:

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Dear reader,

Thank you for checking out this little story. It's the second instalment in a series of NSFW one-shots I am working on. Starting with "Lucky Me", this series is a collection of little adventures, told out of order, exploring the relationship between Lara Croft and Kurtis Trent. It contains explicit adult descriptions and if you are under 18 years old, please turn around and leave this page now. Thank you!

I'd like to dedicate this story to my dear friend, the internet weirdo. You know who you are! Thank you for inspiring me, igniting ideas, listening to my bullshit and letting me think out loud next to you. This story would not exist without you. Hope you like it, enjoy! xD

P.S.

I like to accompany my stories with music. I've included song titles at certain moments in the story that set the mood. If you want to, you can also check out my tumblr profile (Lady-Trent) to find additional visuals for the story and a playlist of the mentioned songs. Otherwise feel free to ignore it.

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("Loverboy" by Phum Viphurit)

21st of June 2004, Santa Monica, 18:53

I'm shuffling around the little gift shop, lazily and in no rush. It's one of many in a neverending row along the pavement. A cool ocean breeze tickles my bare shoulders as I examine a little fridge magnet made of painted clay. It's a depiction of Santa Monica pier, complete with a little ferris wheel and everything.
I've been in California for almost a week now. I did the whole tourist spiel. Visited old friends, did some sightseeing, went surfing. I even got myself a decent tan for the first time in forever. Do I feel any different? Not really. But I promised Winston I'd try to have fun. The old man had been chewing my ear off for weeks.

"Why don't you go on holiday? Somewhere nice and warm. Oh, it would do you so well to get a little bit of sun, a change of scenery."
I didn't see a point in it, nothing would change. But after a while he wore me down and I caved. Just to get him off my back, really. He probably thinks I'm depressed. And I can't even blame him for that assumption. I've hardly left the house since returning from Prague last fall. Investigations into Werner's death took months before they finally dropped the charges against me. I preferred to stay clear of the public for the time being. And I appreciate him worrying about my wellbeing, I really do. But that's not what's going on. I got lost. I'm frustrated. Dissatisfied. Hungry for something and no idea what.

"This one please," I tell the older gentleman at the cash register, hold up the magnet and hand him a few dollar bills. He smiles politely and wishes me a nice day.
Putting my shades back on my nose, I step outside the shop examining the little trinket with a smile. I think Winston is going to like this one.
At that very moment, something large collides with me, knocking me off balance and shoving me sideways. The magnet slips from my grasp and shatters into pieces on the ground.

"Oh, bugger," I curse under my breath and bend over to pick up the shards of clay.
"I am so sorry, Ma'am," a man's deep voice slips into my ear. He squats down next to me to help and a familiar scent finds its way into the depths of my conscience, rattling awake a dusty memory.
I look up to find a pair of piercing blue eyes looking back at me, eyebrows raised in surprise, and the hint of a smile hiding in the corner of his lips.
"Lara?"
"Kurtis?"
I'm just as surprised as he is and my head takes a moment to adjust to the image of his face in front of me. I haven't seen him since Prague and oddly enough, I feel my heart beat a smidgeon faster than it did just a moment ago. I stand up and slide off my glasses.

"What are you doing in Santa Monica, of all places?" He smiles at me and I'm so perplexed for a second that I can't stop staring at his lips.
"Would you believe me if I told you I'm on holiday?" I finally shoot back on autopilot.
"No," he laughs. I don't think I've ever heard him laugh before. He looks so different from the last time I saw him. Granted, he's not lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood/ bleeding this time. No, he's tanned with a fresh shave and looks well. Really well.
"What about you?" I ask and notice his eyes linger on my body for a moment.
"You know, work," he shrugs his broad shoulders, "I just signed a contract with a new unit," he explains and stands up, towering over me. I forgot how tall he is. And handsome.

"Sorry about your souvenir," he says, holding a couple pieces of what used to be a fridge magnet in the palm of his hand.
"Don't worry about it," I sigh but he vehemently shakes his head.
"Nuh-uh. I'll buy you a new one, come on," he insists and puts an arm around my shoulders to guide me back inside the little shop before I can even utter a word of protest.

A few moments later we are strolling down the pavement side by side, a new magnet for Winston sitting safely in my pocket.
"So how is your holiday trip treatin' ya?" Kurtis wants to know. I try to smile but it turns into a grimace.
"That good, huh?" He comments sarcastically.
"No, it was fine, I… let's just say I'm not the holiday type."
"Sure you are, everybody is," he glances at me and grins mischievously, "it just depends on the right company." I don't know why that makes me chuckle.
"Why, do you know anybody?" I can't help but tease. He grins.
"Trust me, had I known you were in town, I would have loved to…spice up your vacation." There's something in the tone of his voice that sends a pleasant shiver down my spine and I can't help but steal a glance at his thick biceps, mercilessly stretching the fabric of his t-shirt. Was he always this attractive?
"Unfortunately, I'm flying out on a job tomorrow morning."
"Too bad, but just as well. I'm leaving tomorrow, too."
"Then how about I take you out to dinner tonight, huh?" He's visibly excited about the idea.
"Dinner?"
"Yeah, it'll be fun. I know this amazing Mexican place down by the pier. We'll have some tacos, a couple shots. If you get me drunk enough I might let you feel me up a little." He nudges me with his elbow and a wide, infectious grin lightens up his features. I bite my bottom lip to suppress a smirk. To my surprise, his proposition does sound enticing, but he doesn't need to know that.
"I never properly thanked you for saving my sorry ass back in Prague. The least I can do is buy you dinner," he tries to convince me.
I look him up and down, pretend to make up my mind, let him steep for a moment or two.
"Alright, fine," I eventually agree.
Flashing a playful grin, he offers me his arm.
"Right this way ma'am."

("Sleep with a Stranger" by Nikki Lane)

"Alright, ok, I'll get it right this time!"
"I believe in you, Croft."
"Lick, bite, swallow."
"No! Lick, swallow, bite!"
"Right, right."
"You are terrible at this! Here, I'll show you one more time."

This is our third round of tequila shots. Kurtis rubs the lime wedge on the back of his hand, sprinkles a little salt on it and grabs the small glass.
"Lick," he licks the salt, "drink," he downs the shot, "bite," he squeezes his eyes as he bites down on the sour wedge.
"Now you go."
I do as instructed and grimace over the strong taste of the alcohol, shaking my head vigorously and tapping the table with both hands. I can't even remember the last time I had shots.
"…anyway, long story short, I broke his arm and … I think he's in prison now," I stuff my face with the last taco on my plate, "bloody hell these are delicious."
"Told ya," Kurtis smirks and takes a sip of his corona. We've been sitting here for a solid hour and a half at least, munching away, drinking tequila and conversing almost like old friends. Funny how life plays sometimes. I hardly know a thing about this man but I suppose sharing a near death experience is surprisingly bonding nonetheless.

I watch Kurtis tell me a story about something he's recently done, but my head doesn't really register his words. I'm distracted by the enticing shape his prominent pecs draw under the white t-shirt he's wearing. A part of me, that is growing louder and more demanding with every hour, really wants to explore what's underneath those clothes. I bet he's pure, throbbing muscle, firm and tanned and delicious. He smiles about something in his story and I can't help but wonder what those lips would feel like on my body, kissing down my neck or licking my nipples. Bloody hell. Am I really lusting after this guy right now? I tell myself it's the tequila and take another sip of beer to distract myself. But all I can think of is what it would be like to sit in his lap. My crotch starts throbbing at the thought and I have to cross my legs to suppress it.

"…so I figured why not, right?" His chuckle pulls me back to the table and I nod in agreement even though I have no idea what he just told me.
He looks at me for a moment.
"Croft, were you just checking me out?" He asks out right, cocking an amused eyebrow.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"Oh please, don't flatter yourself, Yankee," I respond, waving a hand and suckling on my beer. He must have noticed me staring. Damn it.
"You were!" He grins, proudly.
"Admit it, you're thinking about what I look like without my shirt on," he leans in, fixating his gaze on me. I feel exposed. But I won't go down without a fight. I lean closer over the table as well.
"You're not as hot as you think you are, Trent," I wink at him with a smirk. He laughs wholeheartedly.
"I think we both know that's not true," he returns, confidently. Curse him and his erotic jawline.

"Wanna touch'em?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
"Touch what?"
"My abs. I know you want to, I saw you staring at them," he explains, still smirking brightly. God, yes, I'd love to.
"There's not enough tequila in this town," I retort instead and take a big sip of beer. I am not going to grant him the satisfaction.
"Don't be shy, girls love my abs," he seems completely unbothered by my jabs.
"Is that so?" I cock an eyebrow.
"Absolutely."
"Well, in that case..."
"Yeah?"
"No."
"You can't fool me, Croft. I can see it in your eyes. All you have to do is ask me nicely and my shirt is gone," he taunts me, grins and licks his bottom lip. I should be appalled by this, I know I should. He is so sure of himself it's bordering on arrogant. But in all honesty, I find it all genuinely amusing and can't suppress a chuckle.

"You're bluffing," I tease him back, smirking.
Without hesitating he crosses his arms and tugs on the hem of his shirt to pull it up. The view of his impeccable abs sends another violent throb strait to my clit and I almost choke on my beer.
"Jesus, Trent! Put that back," I lean over the table and push his arms back down, smiling like an idiot, "they're going to kick us out for indecent exposure."
"There's nothing indecent about my abs," he laughs, "the only indecent thing around here is this," he pokes my forehead with one finger.
"Bugger off, Trent." Why can't I stop laughing? Oh, right. The tequila.
"Your loss," he spreads his arms and shrugs his shoulders before leaning back in his chair,
"I've never had any complaints."
"I'm sure you haven't," I smirk, shaking my head.

We order another round of shots. Then another. We laugh and talk about everything and nothing.~
"So, what about you? What have you been up to since Prague?" I eventually ask, curiously.
The sun is beginning to set over the horizon, dipping the city in a warm, golden shine and I suddenly notice that I'm genuinely enjoying myself. Properly.
"Mostly bouncing around different units," he says and takes another sip, "I've been a soldier all my life, it's really the only thing I'm good for." He shrugs and then after a moment adds, "well, maybe not the only thing." He cocks one eyebrow and smirks my way. He's even flirtier than he was in Prague and I have to admit it suits him.
"I would have figured you'd let go, enjoy life and all that, now that the Cabal are no longer a threat."
"Oh, I am," he grins and takes another sip, "trust me I've been taking advantage of my new life." Something about his tone sounds just a little naughty and I find myself intrigued by it.
"This is the first time in my life I don't have to hide or run or hunt down a demonic maniac. And you know what? Life can be pretty damn good this way." He leans back in his chair, relaxed as if he hasn't got a care in the world. And from what it looks like, he doesn't.

"Well then," I rub a wedge of lime on my hand and salt it, "to a pretty damn good life, Trent." I clink my shot glass against his and down the tequila. It leaves a trail of fire in my throat on its way down and I wrinkle my nose.
"So what's with the whole 'not the holiday type' thing you got going on?" He tilts his head questioningly, arms folded in front of his shapely chest.
I'm caught off guard and wipe my lips with the back of my hand.
"I'm still haunted by my past," I blurt out without thinking. I've never said it out loud like this and find it oddly freeing. Damn tequila. Kurtis gives me a sympathetic look and nods.
"I know a thing or two about that."
"Got any advice?"
"Maybe," he sighs, his gaze wandering across the room. The bar has filled up since we got here and a busy humm of life is buzzing around us. I can hear the muffled sounds of music coming through the wall, the rhythmic vibrations of the base wandering through the floor. Kurtis takes his time to ponder, as if he's carefully weighing out his next words.

"I've spent a lot of time waiting. Waiting for the shadow war to end, waiting for the demons to stop hunting me, waiting for my mistakes to stop stinging," he then muses, twisting the glass bottle in his hand.
"But the thing about being a Lux Veritatis is…it never goes away," he fixates his ocean blue eyes on me, "and neither does our past." His expression is a mystery and I compulsively hold my breath as he leans in, propping his elbows on the table.
"Eventually I realised I had a choice. I could keep waiting indefinitely and be miserable," he takes a sip of beer, "or I could accept that this feeling may never go away and that I can still do whatever the fuck I want, in spite of it." I raise a doubtful eyebrow and he smirks at my reaction.
"It sounds corny as fuck, I'm aware. But it's true. It's like conquering a fear. You can be terrified of heights and still jump, you know?"

I furrow my eyebrows. A deep sigh escapes my lips as his words trickle down my conscience and land somewhere dreadfully uncomfortable. He's not wrong. I take a long sip.
("Tonight" by Enrique Iglesias)
"Or maybe," he catches my attention again after a moment, placing his empty bottle on the table with a thump and leaning back in his chair, "you just need a good fuck."
I choke on my beer, spitting some across my plate. Kurtis cackles and throws his head back.
"I'm serious, Croft! There's nothing a good tumble in the sack won't fix," he exclaims.
"Shut up, Trent!"
"Come on now, you know I'm right," he grins and watches me clean up the mess I've made, "I'm available. Anytime," he winks at me, visibly amused by this conversation. I tell myself that I would send him off to hell if there was less tequila in my bloodstream. But I'm starting to suspect that's a lie. His easy-going nature is like a breath of fresh air and I can't help but laugh with him, feeling a peculiar sort of tension letting go of my body.

Some time later, we're on our way out of the bar when Kurtis unexpectedly grabs my arm to stop me in my tracks. Perplexed, I look back at him. He nods toward the adjacent room, heavy beats blasting our way.
"Do you dance?"
"No."
"You do now," he states and takes my hand. Before I can so much as utter a word of protest we're in the middle of a crowded, stuffy dance floor.
"What's the plan here, Trent?!" I yell over the noise of the music.
"Make you jump!" He grins and spins me around a few times. I can't help it. The enticing beat, the silly faces Kurtis is making at me, the tequila in my blood, it all conspires to make me giddy and I find myself twirling and jumping and shaking my hips in the middle of the dance floor.

"Wouldn't have taken you for a dancer!" I say close to Kurtis' ear, swinging to the rhythm of his body.
"You're welcome!" He returns with a cocky smirk, puts a hand on my lower back and pulls me closer. We dance together for a long while, swinging and jumping shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the crowd. I'm getting sweaty, strands of my loose hair are sticking to my shoulders but I don't mind. Every time he twirls me I can't help but grin. The music intensifies and the air around us is getting thick with a candid, erotic energy. On impulse, I let my hands wander down his chest and it makes my stomach flutter. He takes my hands and moves them down to his abs, winking mischievously. I throw my head back with laughter. This guy is impossible. He bites his lip and I suddenly have to resist the urge to taste them. He grabs my hand, twirls me around and embraces me from behind, our hips closely pressed together, swinging to the beat. I tilt my head to the side, lazily throw my arms up in the air, playing with his hair. His hands wander down my body and I shiver when I feel the tip of his nose brush against my exposed neck ever so gently. My head is spinning in the most delicious way and I can't remember the last time I felt so light and carefree. I wish he'd just kiss me already, devour me whole right here on the dance floor, but I shake the thought away quickly.
Instead we just keep dancing, our sweaty bodies tightly pressed together.

("Santa Monica" by Moha La Squale)
When we finally leave the bar, a pleasant, cool breeze tickles the tip of my nose and the smell of bonfires lingers in the air. Maybe Kurtis was right and all it took was the right company. As much as I doubt you could ever call this cocky mercenary the right company, he's such a flirt. But watching him leave the sorrows of his troubled past behind feels encouraging. If he can move on, why shouldn't I be able to?

He puts an arm around me and we take a lazy stroll down the beach, tipsy, goofing around like a couple of teenagers. What is even the problem? He's attractive and obviously more than willing. Why not take advantage of the situation? Release some tension. No strings attached.
"You know what, Trent? You're alright."
"Oh yeah? How come?"
"I don't know exactly. You're kind of a big-headed, cocky idiot and… really fun to hang out with. I had a good time tonight," I tell him, my belly still warm and fuzzy from the tequila.
"And your abs are not half bad either," I proclaim and give him a firm slap on the butt without even thinking.
"Did you just smack my ass?" He looks at me, wide eyed. I just grin, arching one challenging eyebrow.
"Maybe. What are you going to do about it?" Wow. This is definitely the tequila talking now.
He laughs and shakes his head.

"I'm gonna walk you back to your hotel to sober up. No more tequila for you." I'm almost touched by his attempt to be a gentleman. His boyish, playful demeanour certainly doesn't suggest good manners. If anything I should probably find him a bit obnoxious at least. And yet.
He moves closer and puts a hand on my back to try and guide me the other way towards the street. Instead, I slap his cute, little tushy one more time and start running.
"Hey! Get back here!" He yells and starts running after me. I giggle when he easily catches up to me. He slings one arm around my waist and pulls me close. In a moment we're rolling on the sand, hysterically laughing like a couple of morons.

"You got a nasty attitude, woman," he chuckles as we come to a halt and I find myself lying on top of him. I breathe in his scent, I simply can't help myself. It's the most delicious thing I've ever smelled and it's driving me absolutely wild. I feel a dull throb between my legs and try to fight the urge to shove my tongue down his throat. But then he looks up at me and moves a strand of hair out of my face, brushing the corner of my lip. The gentle touch sends an electric current straight into my nipples. I have to bite my lip to keep down the whimper bubbling in my throat. My chest inflates like a balloon when his gaze wanders from my eyes to my lips and back, almost longingly.
Screw it.

I cup his face with one hand and press my lips onto his. In a heartbeat, he returns the kiss, eagerly, and my heart skips a beat from the sensation. His arms close around my back in a passionate embrace and for a moment it feels like we're spinning in midair. He tastes like tequila, limes and infinite temptation. What started as a gentle kiss soon turns into a heated entanglement of limbs and tongues. When I feel him grow hard underneath me I don't even think twice about it and straddle him, eager to feel as much of his body as possible through all those pesky layers of fabric. He moans against my lips, jerking his hips up toward me, then suddenly grabs my face with both hands and breaks off the kiss.

"How drunk are you?" He's looking me straight in the eye, carefully observing my every reaction.
"Drunk enough that I know I want to do this. Not so drunk that you should feel bad for taking advantage," I breathe, feeling my cheeks flush from excitement.
"That's the perfect amount," he nods and pulls me back into a breathless kiss. I can't help but giggle in delight when he puts a hand on my ass and squeezes it firmly.
I'll never see him again anyway, might as well have some fun. After all, that's what I came here for, right?
"Want to take me back to my hotel and show me the rest of your abs?" I ask, seductively, tracing the curve of his jaw with my index finger.
"More than I want my next breath."

My head is spinning as we leave the beach but by the time we reach the lift in my hotel I'm sharp as a knife and can't wait another second. It's been too long since I've been with a man and I suddenly feel like I'm starving.
"Listen, Croft…" Kurtis says quietly as I kiss up and down his neck.
"You should know something before this goes too far…"
"Mhm?" I push him against the wall of the lift, my hands wandering aimlessly across his muscular chest.
"I don't really do girlfriends and all that stuff," he mumbles against my lips.
"What…?" I can hardly hear him over the sound of my own excitement.
"It's just…it doesn't work for me," he continues as he buries a fist in my hair and plants feather light kisses along my jawline.
"My job is pretty risky… I could die… just about any day of the week so… I don't do relationships," he murmurs in between kisses. The last part finally finds its way to my brain. Girlfriend? Relationship?

"What the hell are you on about, Trent?" I rake my fingers through his thick, dark hair. He looks at me hesitantly but with lust glistening in his eyes.
"Look, tomorrow morning, we're both leaving this continent in separate directions and we'll never see each other again in this lifetime," I explain, running a finger down his abs.
"All I want from you tonight…" I hook it into his waistband and jerk him closer, "is to fuck me senseless."

("Leave before you love me" by Marshmello x Jonas Brothers)
The groan he releases makes my pussy throb with anticipation.
"Yeah, I can do that," he snickers, slings his arms around my body and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his hands squeeze my ass as I hold on to his broad, steady shoulders. I'm ridiculously turned on by how strong he is and when my lips part to gasp, his tongue finds mine in a hungry, sloppy exchange.

The lift dings and we stumble down the hallway, unable to let go of one another for even a second. When the door of my room finally closes behind us, all patience leaves my body and I go straight for his shirt, pulling it over his head like I've been craving to do for hours now. Suddenly everything slows down. I gasp, he looks even better than I imagined, the dim light bringing out the delicious curves of his muscles. He grins, obviously very happy with my reaction. Placing both my hands on his chest, he gently swipes my hair back over my shoulder and pulls me into an intense, demanding kiss.

"God, I always wanted to fuck a mercenary…" I moan against his lips. He spins me around and presses me against the door, biting my neck and pushing his hard-on against my ass. "Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?" He purrs into my ear and gently bites the tip of my earlobe. I swallow, panting, and push my ass tighter against the hard bulge in his pants. Reaching out behind me to grab the back of his neck I whisper, "bring it on, soldier." He breathes heavily.
"Your wish is my command, milady."

Without skipping a beat, he makes the ground vanish from under my feet. In a second I'm flying across the room in his arms and he throws me onto the bed where my back softly collides with the pillows.
With a dirty grin on his face he climbs on top of me, kneels between my legs and rips my tank top in half. I giggle in delight and my chest rises to meet his lips.
"I wanted to do that from the moment I saw you…" he murmurs and pulls at the centre of my bra with his teeth.
"You don't say," I chuckle, "I had no idea." For a brief moment I wonder if he's talking about today, or Paris eight months ago.
I run my fingers through his hair, arching my back toward him, eagerly anticipating his touch.
He slips the straps off my shoulders and pulls the lace cups downward, impatiently, exposing my bare breasts.
"Fuck…" a deep sigh escapes his lips as his eyes eat up every inch of me. Satisfaction flutters in my stomach at his reaction. He cups both my breasts in his large, rough hands and kisses the skin between them, teasing me. I suck in a sharp breath when his thumbs begin circling my firm nipples.
"Mhmm, yeah…" I moan.
"You like that?" His husky voice vibrates in my ear as he increases the pressure, gently pinching both my nipples. I inhale to say something but then I feel his tongue swirl around my right nipple and my eyes roll back in pure ecstasy.
"Oh god yes, that's good…" I can feel my pussy dripping through my underwear already and we're just barely getting started.

He sucks my nipple into his mouth and gently pinches it with his lips. I moan louder, digging my fingers deeper into his hair. He grins, slings one arm around my waist and pulls me up from the mattress into a tight embrace. My legs wrap around his back and he leaves a trail of steaming kisses up and down my neck, breathing heavily. The feeling of our naked chests pressed against each other, hot, sweaty skin rubbing together eagerly, drives me absolutely mad. I can feel his erection throbbing in his pants and grind against it, hard and demanding. He groans and bites his lip.

"You're driving me wild," he whispers in my ear and makes my heart race faster. I scratch my nails across his back, gently but with passion. He grunts like an animal and the sound sends an excited pulse straight to my clit. I can't wait to feel his throbbing cock glide between my wet lips.
"God dammit, woman," he hisses and rips open the button of my shorts. In a second his fingers slide into my pants and I hold my breath, almost shaking in anticipation. We lock eyes and his fingers curve around the shape of my pussy. His eyes widen and his jaw drops to the floor.
"Jesus Christ, Lara…" he swallows hard.
"You're so wet," he sucks in a deep breath, as if he's trying to steady himself, calm his pulse, brace for what's coming. I bite my lip, grinning like a maniac and bathe in his oozing desire for my body. The fire burning in his eyes gives me unprecedented satisfaction.

I steal a fleeting kiss from his lips and stand up on the bed. Kneeling in front of me, he hooks his fingers inside my waistband and eagerly pulls. The fabric slides off my legs. He cups my ass with both hands and sinks his teeth into the firm flesh of my thigh, hungrily and without a sliver of patience. I grab a fist full of his hair, encouraging his mouth travelling along the curve of my hip, relishing every second of it.
Mesmerised, he pulls on my thong and moans quietly as it slides off my skin leaving me completely naked.
"Fuck, Lara…" he breathes and plants a single kiss on the inside of my thigh that makes me shiver in anticipation, "you're so hot."
Gently, he pushes my legs apart and presses his mouth against my pussy, splitting my lips with his tongue, agonisingly slowly.
"Oh, god!" I almost scream as I throw my head back. I'm so on edge I feel like he could make me cum with one single stroke against my clit.

My legs give in and I fall back onto my knees, his strong arms catching me like a feather. My hands reach for his pants, ripping the button open, pulling down the zipper. I want his cock. I'm almost a little nervous, my heart is beating like a drum in my chest, but I want him so fucking bad I feel like I'm going to lose my mind.
He sucks in a sharp breath when my fingers wrap around his shaft. The sensation is wonderfully electrifying. He's thick and hard and throbbing in my hand, and I'm so excited a quiet yelp flies out of my mouth. I hold on to his strong shoulders as I gently stroke his cock up and down. His hips are eagerly pressing against my hand almost involuntarily and he strokes my pussy at the same time. We drink each other up, flushed cheeks, sloppy kisses, muffled moans.

("Hands all over" by Maroon 5)
"I can't take this anymore," I gulp, breathless. Heavy-lidded blue eyes are watching me with a dreamy smirk and he reaches up to caress my cheek. Grinning, I kiss his thumb, then suck on it, gazing deeply into his hungry eyes. He didn't expect that and groans, excitedly.
"God damn," he mumbles and throws me onto the mattress. In a crazy rush he jumps out of his pants, his cock so hard it's pointing straight up to the ceiling.
"Come here," he urges and grabs my thighs. In one, swift motion he pulls and slides me close and I giggle in delight, holding onto the sheets above my head.
"Oh god, Kurtis!" I exclaim when his cock glides in between my dripping wet pussy lips. It drives me wild to feel how hard he is. How hard I'm making him.
"Yeah?" He whispers in my ear, leaning his heavy, muscular body over me, grabbing my wrists and pinning me down below him. I realise that I can't go anywhere, he's so much stronger and I'm completely at his mercy and… I like it. My heart beats faster and a dirty grin appears on my face at that thought.
I arch my back, trying to feel even more of him and he licks my neck, nibbling at it gently.

"I want you so bad," my voice comes out barely a whisper, I'm so turned on.
"Oh yeah?" He murmurs, moving his hips. His cock is gliding back and forth in between my swollen lips, brushing against my clit with every thrust.
"Oh god…" I moan, louder this time.
"You want my cock?" He asks, grinding harder against my clit and I'm this close to losing my mind.
"Yes…" I breathe in his ear, then sink my teeth into his neck, gently but firmly. He moans. Loudly.
He stops grinding and teases my nipple with his tongue.

"Where do you want it?" He mumbles, grasing the firm bud with his tongue. I take a deep breath. His question sends an excited shiver through my limbs. Before I can answer, his hand wanders down between my legs and he spreads my lips apart, gently teasing my opening. I suck in a sharp breath.
"Right here?" He asks, and draws a playful circle around my opening. I whimper, pushing my hips up toward him in response.
"A little further," I mumble. He lets go of my wrists and cups my breast instead, teasing my other nipple before slowly sliding a finger inside me.
"Right there?" He asks again playfully, and I bite my lip.
"A little deeper," I say and dig my fingers into his hair. He grins at me and pushes his finger deeper inside my pussy.
"Oh, god yes," I moan at the feeling.
"That's where you want my cock?" He asks in a seductive tone.
"Yes…yes!" I can barely think anymore. He plants a single, hot kiss on my clit and lifts himself up, my legs spread wide open around him.
"As you wish," he grins and reaches for his trousers to pull out a condom.

I'm almost shaking in anticipation as I watch him grab his beautiful, hard dick in his hand and roll the condom over himself. A part of me is relieved he remembered because I was so blinded by my lust I might have taken him raw.
When he's done, he flips me over like a pancake. His knees push my legs apart and he leans over my back, grabbing my wrists and kissing the skin between my shoulder blades.

"Where were we…" he whispers and the tip of his cock glides in between my lips again.
"Fuck…" I moan and spread my legs even wider, pushing my ass up from the mattress. This isn't how I usually do this. I'm used to dictating the pace myself, deciding where and what and how and the men always follow my lead. I feel this crazy excitement tingle in my belly over the way he simply takes what he wants.
"Oh god, Lara…" he whispers in my ear when the tip of his cock gently pushes against my opening. I hold my breath, biting my lip in anticipation. His fingers lace into mine and slowly he glides his hard cock into my soaking wet pussy.
"Oh…" I want to scream but it comes out a mere whimper. His hand clutches mine as he gently pushes deeper, leaving me enough time to get used to his thickness.
"Fuck," He bites the soft flesh of my shoulder and groans quietly.
"You're so… tight…" he presses the words out through gritted teeth, sounding desperately turned on. It makes my stomach flutter and I grin.

I push my ass up against him to take his cock even deeper and draw an agonised hiss from his lips. For a moment he doesn't move and just eagerly kisses my neck. Then he slowly pulls back before thrusting in again. I moan into the mattress at the sensation. His throbbing cock is balls deep inside of me and I feel full and absolutely amazing. He does it again.
"Oh, god, Kurtis…" I breathe as his rhythm slowly becomes more steady, more demanding.

In a moment he's eagerly thrusting into me over and over again, still holding my wrists in place. I relish every single thrust, I simply can't get enough.
"Fuck me harder…"
Without hesitation, he does. He lets go of my wrists, kisses my back and tightly grips my waist before pounding me into the mattress like his life depends on it. I gasp, arching my back, pushing against his hips. When he smacks my ass, something in my pussy tingles and I feel a sudden wave of intense pleasure build up very quickly inside of me.
"Oh god, Kurtis!" I scream, when I realise what's about to happen.
"Kurtis I…oh my god, I'm going to…" I try to hold on, bite my lip, but I know it's inevitable.
"Yeah? You're gonna come?" He thrusts even harder, smacks my ass again and grips it firmly.
"Fuck, fuck, fu-urgh!"

The wave breaks and I drown in it. The orgasm is so strong, so overwhelming, that my entire body starts shaking and I scream into the mattress, biting the sheets. I'm pretty sure the entire hotel can hear me scream bloody murder but I don't give a damn. It feels absolutely incredible. And it just doesn't stop. My pussy keeps on twitching in climax and for a second it seems like it will never stop. Eventually Kurtis slows down his thrusts to the rhythm of my writhing body, leans back down and starts kissing my neck, panting hard. I collapse like a house of cards.

"Didn't expect you to come this quick…" he purrs into my ear.
"Neither did I," I snicker and lick my bottom lip.
He pulls out of me and flips me on my back with ease. A delighted squeak escapes me, I'm starting to really love it when he tosses me around like this.
„Looks like I was right after all. You did need a good fuck."
„Maybe." I smile, taking in his magnificent body.
"We're gonna do that again…" he informs me, gently spreading my pussy open again and sliding his rock hard cock back inside me.
"I wanna see your face this time," his grin is so salacious it makes my heart skip a beat.

I moan in satisfaction and grab a handful of his hair to pull him closer. He kisses me intensely, then gently bites my lower lip. I watch his dick disappear inside of me over and over in a slow, taunting pace and can't help but smile from ear to ear. He feels incredible. Droplets of sweat are running down his chest, glistening in the semi darkness. I place one of his hands on my breast and close my eyes, thoroughly enjoying every touch, every lick, every thrust like it's the last one I'll ever feel. I just can't get enough of this man tonight.

"God Lara, you're so hot…" he moans, out of breath and throws his head back. I can't stop staring at his flexed muscles, working so hard to please me. The tension in his abs, the thick veins protruding from his massive neck, pulsating with lust. He looks almost animalistic and absolutely captivating.

„Mhh…yeah that's good, just like that," I utter and caress his chest with my fingertips. He smiles, then puts his thumb on my clit and starts rubbing it in light, little circles. I gasp in surprise as pleasure sears through my body like a lightning bolt, leaving me on fire. My hips thrust against his in a desperate manner and I feel the urge to just swallow him whole. I reach out and wrap my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to me and into a passionate kiss. As if I'd been wandering a dessert for weeks, my lips drink up his every breath and moan and grunt.

„Oh fuck, Lara…" he moans, nestling his face in the dip of my shoulder, thrusting steadily and with passion. I dig my toes into the mattress and lift my hips up in the air, adopting his rhythm, gushing with pleasure. His eyes light up and he thrusts even harder, biting his bottom lip and grinning seductively. We lock eyes and smile at each other, completely absorbed in the moment. When he begins to caress my clit again my hips jerk toward him of their own volition and I cry out in delight.

"Oh god…" I moan and watch his veiny, throbbing shaft plunge into my pussy over and over again. I'm absolutely addicted to this feeling and my eyes roll backwards as I feel another wave of intense pleasure build up inside of me.
"Fuck, Lara…" I hear him groan, fatigued and breathy, "you feel so fucking good."
"Yeah?" I can't help but grin.
"Your pussy is incredible…" he presses out with his eyes tightly shut and throws his head back, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. I inhale sharply at his words and they tingle in the pit of my stomach. I could watch him fuck me senseless all day.

I put my hand on his to encourage his fingers rubbing my clit. He reaches out and cups my breast, firmly, pinching my nippole and drawing a silent whimper from my throat.
"Kurtis…"
"Yeah?"
"I'm getting close."
"Fuck…"

He starts pounding harder and suddenly I know I'm done for.
"Kurtis!" I warn in a desperate cry, "I'm about to…I'm going to…" he keeps pounding and I hold on to the sheets, worried I might take off like a rocket any second now.
"God you're so hot when you're getting close…" he breathes and watches me with a longing, tense grin.
The pleasure keeps building and is almost unbearable now.
"Oh fuck, Kurtis!" I whimper and he keeps pounding my pussy vigorously.
"Yeah, baby?" He grins and bites his bottom lip.
"Oh god you're going to make me cum!"
"Yeah, I'm gonna make you cum so hard!"
"Oh god…"
"Yeah?"
"Fuck I-"
"Uh-huh?"
"I'm gonna…"
"Yeah, you're gonna come for me?"
"Fuck! I- I'm coming!"

My ear splitting scream fills the room and bounces off the walls. Kurtis keeps pounding through my orgasm, without slowing down and I feel like my soul is hanging on to my body by a thread. My pussy throbs and spasms violently around his cock and I have no control over any of my limbs anymore. The orgasm is so intense I'm seeing tiny little stars glistening in the corners of my eyes and I feel light headed.

"Oh fuck!" Kurtis yells, without taking his eyes off me.
"Fuck Lara, you're pushing me over the edge!" He warns and his voice breaks into a tortured groan. Still twitching from climax, I'm watching his orgasm build in his body and it's absolutely mesmerising. His lips are parted as he pants heavily, gazing into my eyes, drops of sweat running down his temples. I grab his forearms and hold on tight as he thrusts into me almost desperately, my orgasm still twirling in my pussy.

"Oh god, Lara…I-"
"Yeah?!"
"I'm so close!"
"Yes, come with me!"
"Fu-urghhh!"

He groans like a rabid animal and hunches over me, thrusting impossibly hard. Once. Twice. Three times. Grunting with every single one. Pumping his load into the rubber between us. His lips are shaking when he presses an exhausted kiss onto mine and in another moment his arms give in and he collapses on top of me, viciously panting.

I wrap my arms around him and rake my fingers through his tangled hair. He kisses my neck and with a long, exhausted sigh relaxes his limbs. Then he rolls us both over so that I end up lying on top of him, his cock still plunged deep inside me. It tickles my insides and I giggle involuntarily.
"Jesus Christ, Lara…" he smiles brightly and cups my face to pull me into a breathless kiss.
"You're so fucking hot when you cum."
I can't deny it, my ego loves hearing these words. Satisfied, I lay my head down on his chest and feel his racing heart slowly calm down as he plays with a strand of my hair, catching his breath. For a long while we just lie there together, tangled up in one another and giddy with satisfaction, just chatting away about nothing at all.

Eventually, I get up to get us both a much needed sip of water.
"So, where is the new job taking you tomorrow?" I throw him a small bottle and sink myself onto the bed next to him.
"Sorry Croft," he says and empties it in a few big, thirsty gulps, "that's confidential."
"Fair enough," I take a few eager sips of water as well. Kurtis crushes his empty bottle and throws it towards a bin in the corner of the room, missing it by an inch. The next moment he wraps his arms around my waist again, gently planting a few fleeting kisses along my collar bone. It makes me snicker and spill some of my water onto my bare breasts. He grins, and licks the droplets off my skin with glee.

"How's your holiday trip treatin' you now?" He murmurs in my ear and the grin in his face only widens. I toss my bottle to the ground and deliciously stretch my entire body in his arms, moaning quietly when he presses his lips against mine.
"I might be the holiday type after all…" I mumble against his lips and we laugh together.
"Told ya," he bites his bottom lip and smirks with obvious satisfaction.
He steals another kiss from my lips and glances at his watch.
"My plane is leaving in a couple hours. Mind if I use your shower?"
"Go ahead."

Reluctantly he lets go of my waist and drags himself off the bed, walking across the room buck naked. At this point I don't even bother hiding it and just stare at his shapely ass. As satisfied as I am, a part of me wants more.

The shower in my room is separated from the rest of the space by a glass wall and Kurtis winks at me playfully from the other side of it as he turns on the water.
Enchanted, I follow his every move. He closes his eyes and lets the water wash over his face and torso while he leans his arms against the wall, his head hanging down between his shoulders. I can see the scratch marks I left on them. I gasp quietly when he begins to soap up his chest and his hands spread the foam all over his tanned skin. When he reaches down to his dick I notice he's gotten hard again.

("The Recluse" by Cursive)
Our eyes meet as he strokes himself, spreading the soap, and something inside me bursts. I feel myself lift off the bed and glide towards the shower like I'm being pulled in by a giant magnet.
"Mind if I join?"
He turns around and smirks.
"What took you so long?"

He pulls me close and the warm water hits my body. I run my hands down his abs to wash the soap away. In the bright light of the bathroom I notice for the first time since I got him naked, the enormous scar stretching across his abs.
For a second, images of his horrific injury flash before my eyes and I find myself absently following the shape of his scar with my fingers. I can suddenly feel a familiar darkness creeping up behind me, clutching at my heart, as if it was trying to say remember me?
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, I feel Kurtis' hand under my chin and he pushes my head up to meet his gaze.
Abruptly, the gesture pulls me back into the bright light of the steaming shower. He smiles at me, and the darkness that momentarily took hold of my soul, evaporates in an instant.

"What's on your mind?" He asks with a delicate smile that's softening his features, but I just keep staring at him for what seems like an eternity.
He kisses one corner of my lips and it makes me smile as well. Then he kisses the other and my smile only widens. Somehow it seems impossible for me to feel anything but giddy when he's touching me.

"Jumping," I finally answer his question and push my lips onto his, eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck. My heart begins to race again, as he embraces me tightly and parts his lips. My tongue finds his and the sloppy kiss quickly turns into a desperately heated exchange.
I push him against the wall and take half a step back. Confused, he looks at me. With both hands I trace down the shape of his waist and lick my bottom lip as I look down to his pulsating, hard cock and back up to his face. I can see the anticipation boiling in his eyes.

Slowly, I kneel down in front of him, never letting go of his hips, my breasts tenderly stroking past the tip of his cock on my way down. He gasps as he watches me intently. My finger tips caress the sharp curve of his abs between his hip bones and I feel a pleasant tingle in my core. I wrap one hand around his firm, veiny shaft and give him a gentle yet deep stroke. He draws a sharp breath. I bite my lip, grinning like a mad woman. This is going to be fun.

I lean in and plant a soft kiss on the wet skin of his hip, slowly stroking his shaft. Then another kiss, closer to the base of his cock. He shivers ever so slightly. Excited, I look him straight in the eye. The sound he makes when I gently scrape my tongue along the bottom of his cock, makes my clit tingle.
„Fuck, Lara…" he gasps as I do it again, licking from the very base of his cock all the way up to the tip.
"Something wrong?" I grin, playfully caressing his aching tip with one finger.
"No. Everything is good. Really good," he breathes with a dirty grin on his face.

I smile and stroke him again, firmly this time, before I gently swirl my tongue around the tip of his throbbing cock.
"Mhh…yeah."
His moaning spurs me on and we lock eyes. He watches me as I wrap my lips around his sensitive tip and slowly let him slide into my mouth.
"God, yes," he moans, excitedly, as I bob my head back and forth, enjoying the sensation of his thick shaft in my mouth.

I have to admit this is rather unusual for me. But then again, so is this whole situation we've got going on. And I can't deny that I'm genuinely turned on by sucking Kurtis' dick. Making him feel good, having him at my mercy like this.
A thrilling shiver runs down my spine when I push his hard cock all the way down my throat, drawing sounds from him I never could have imagined. He groans and grabs a fistful of my hair, encouraging the motion.

"Oh my god, Lara!" He exclaims and his hips twitch and jerk toward my face involuntarily. Satisfaction inflates my chest and I feel a strange sense of pride. I want to make him feel incredible.
Pinning his hips to the wall with my hands, I increase the speed and the sound of the water around us mixes with the deliciously sloppy act of my blowjob. I can't help but moan as I watch his face grimace in sweet agony. He looks absolutely breathtaking and I run my hands up his abs, hungry for more, gently scraping his skin with my nails.

"Fuck, yes…" he groans as I suck him harder and firmly grip the base of his cock.
"I love hearing you moan with my cock down your throat…fuck."
His words go straight into my clit and I feel the urge to run my hand down between my legs.

A dirty little chuckle escapes his lips when I begin to rub my dripping wet pussy while I suck him off.
"That's so hot. Ugh…yeah just like that!" He encourages me and I just can't get enough of him. When I gently cup his balls and start playing with them, his eyes widen and flicker with lust and his husky voice produces an incredibly erotic sound that vibrates in my core.
"Fuck! Lara…" He gasps and holds on to a pipe protruding from the wall as I keep plunging his dick down my throat, squeezing and gently pulling his balls at the same time.

"Mmh, fuck… I'm getting close…" he warns me and his hips begin to twitch again.
"Mh-hmm…" I'm getting ridiculously excited at the prospect and keep going at a steady pace, sucking him off like my life depends on it, eager and sloppy and turned on like crazy.
"Oh fuck…"
"Mh-hm?"
"Yeah…"
"Mmhhh…"

He grabs my hair a little tighter, encouraging my motions, visibly shaking. Nervous excitement boils in the pit of my stomach. I just can't stop.
"Fuck, Lara… you're gonna make me cum if you keep going like this…"
"Mhmhh."
"Oh yeah, don't stop…"
I dig my fingers into his hips and try to go even faster.

"Ugh…fuck!"
His whole body is shaking. I can sense the orgasm build rapidly in his core and I rub my clit faster.
"I'm…uhh…really close," he bites his lip devouring me with his eyes.

I'm tempted to suck him even harder, to make him explode and swallow every last drop. But my ego doesn't want to let me, no matter how much my body desires him.
"Fuck, Lara!"
I pull my head back and resort to stroking his shaft quickly and with generous pressure.

"Yeah? You're close?"
"Uh-huh…"
"Cum for me…"
"Fuck, I…"
"Yeah?"
I stroke him even faster, leaning my body closer and pressing my breasts against the base of his cock. He moans at the sight, cupping my face with one hand.
"Oh fuck, I- …I'm cumming!"

("Close" by Nick Jonas)
I hold my breath and his tortured moan echoes in the shower. He shoots his load onto my breasts, pumping vigorously and his entire body shakes and twitches.
"Oh my…god…" he pants with closed eyes, and wraps his hand around mine. The one still stroking his cock.
"Don't stop…" he breathes, and encourages the motion of my hand, "just keep going."
I look at him, surprised and do as he asked, stroking his shaft in a steady motion.
"I want to fuck you so bad," he whispers, eyes still closed, as if he's trying very hard to collect himself.

When he opens his eyes and sees his cum dripping down my breasts, intense heat flickers in his eyes again. He kneels down in front of me, pressing a desperate kiss onto my lips. His tongue is eager and demanding and I feel an excited pulse rush through my veins, making my stomach flutter. I wrap my arms around him and he begins to stroke his cock, slipping the tip between my legs. I groan at the sensation. My pussy is aching to feel his throbbing cock again. Gently he pushes me backwards until I'm lying on the dark tiles of the shower. He looks at me intensely, eating up every detail of my naked, wet body. I spread my legs around him and he leans over me to steal a gentle kiss, still stroking himself with a loose grip.

"God Lara, you're driving me insane…I feel like I could stay hard for you forever," he murmurs into my ear and my chest almost explodes. I'm freakishly proud of myself, bathing in his oozing desire.
"Sounds like fun," I smirk and lick my bottom lip, looking him deep in the eyes.
He shakes his head, grinning like a maniac and rubs his shaft between my dripping pussy lips.

He gasps when he feels how aroused I am.
"Fuck…did sucking my dick turn you on that much?" His eyes are glistening with desire when he starts rubbing my swollen clit with his thumb.
"Uh-huh…" I moan and throw my head back, enjoying the delicious sensation.
"Damn…I have to have you. Now."

He wraps his strong arms around me and picks us both off the floor. In a matter of seconds my back collides with the bed again and Kurtis leans over me, kissing and biting my neck, his hands frantically travelling across my naked body.
I arch my back, rubbing my pussy against his throbbing cock, eager to feel more of him. It takes all my might not to let him slide back inside me when that's all I can think about.

Kurtis grabs both my breasts, his cum lubricating my skin, and gently rubs both my nipples at once. I moan loudly and kiss him, hard and demanding.
The next moment, I'm watching him hurriedly searching the pockets of his trousers on the ground.
"Fuck."
"What is it?"
"That was my last condom."
He looks at me, devastated, and suddenly I can't help but burst into laughter.
I reach out and pull him back into the bed.
"We'll have to get creative then," I purr into his ear and bite his neck, "I want to feel your tongue inside me."

He gasps at my words and presses his lips onto mine in an eager, demanding kiss. Then he travels down my body, nibbling on my skin here and there ok his way down before eventually reaching his destination. He spreads my legs and wraps his arms around them, pulling me closer and pinning me in place. With a mischievous grin he slides one finger between my swollen lips and draws an excited gasp from me. I moan as he plants a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh, then another and another. Slowly inching closer to my pussy and making me tremble in anticipation.

"Oh god, yes!" I exclaim when his tongue generously slides along the length of my slit and swirls around my clit.
I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his head closer to my pussy, desperate for his touch.
He grins and does it again, tormenting me with glee.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good…" he purrs and spreads my pussy open with his fingers.

I gasp when the tip of his tongue meets my opening and gently circles it. He closes his lips around my clit and sucks on it.
"Mhh…yeah," I moan and push my pussy closer against his mouth.
I watch him tease my clit with the tip of his tongue over and over, looking me straight in the eye, grinning like a devil. Giddy, I take my fingers through his wet hair, panting with pleasure.

"Go harder," I demand, and close my eyes as I feel the pressure increase dramatically. He reaches out and cups my breast, teases my nipples and sends me flying.
I can hear him moan against my pussy and the sound sends a hot shiver down my spine.

"Yes, just like that!" I exclaim when he lifts my hips up and changes the angle. A second later I feel him spread my lips wide open and his tongue plunges inside of me, the sensation making me light-headed. I look up so see ocean blue eyes staring back at me, a mischievous sparkle glistening in their depths. He winks at me, and eats my pussy even harder. God. What a view.

I feel like I'm flying, hanging in mid air and the only thing that's keeping me from falling off the edge of the earth are his lips on my body. He just keeps giving, famished for the taste of my body and so eager to please me and I am greedily taking it all, drinking him up like he's precious water in the desert. Everything that had been bothering me up until today, the darkness, the apathy, has vanished and I can't even remember what it was like not to be this crazy giddy. Pure pleasure is rushing through my veins and it's absolutely exhilarating. I can't even remember my own name anymore.

I flinch away from his face when I feel a violent throb in my clit, a heavy warning of my rapidly approaching climax. Kurtis catches my legs, pins me down. God I love how strong he is.
"Where do you think you're going?" He moans and quickly puts his mouth around my trembling clit again. I dig my fingers deeper into his hair and as he caresses my breast with one hand, I notice he's stroking his cock with the other and find myself wishing we had another condom.

"Oh god…" I feel an exciting rush in my core and my eyes widen.
"Mm-hmm?"
"Oh god Kurtis, I'm cumming!" The orgasm hits me like a truck out of nowhere and my desperate cry fills the room once again. My legs twitch and my pussy trembles and I lose the last smidgen of control I thought I still had.

"Oh fuck, Lara!" Kurtis yells as he lets go of my legs and hunches over me, pressing his cock between my lips, thrusting eagerly against my wild climax. I'm panting hard as I watch his face tense up with pleasure. We lock eyes and he takes off like a plane. I smash my lips onto his and pull him into a tight embrace, drinking his orgasm off his lips as he grinds his cock against my throbbing pussy. His scent fills my world and all I can hear is the sweet sound of his husky voice in my ear when he sends a desperate prayer up to the almighty.

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("Long gone" by Phum Viphurit)

I wake up to the noise of seagulls circling in front of my window. A bright ray of sunshine shimmers through my eyelids and I slowly stretch my limbs, yawning deeply. When I open my eyes a wide, satisfied grin stretches across my lips as images from last night flicker in my head.

I sit up and look around. The bed is empty. Of course. He's probably already on that plane to god-knows-where. I wrap a sheet around my naked body and lift myself off the bed. I can't stop smiling thinking back to all the filthy things we did last night. I never would have expected Kurtis to be this…fun. I can still smell him on my skin, in my hair. It makes my stomach flutter. I pass the shower, giddy with memories and stop in front of the mirror.

"Seriously, Trent?" I shake my head, smiling when I discover the hickey he left on my neck, "what are you, sixteen?"

I sigh and bite my bottom lip. We both knew from the get go this was a one time thing. The fact that I was never going to see him again made that night so appealing in the first place. But I had not expected it to be this good. And a part of me feels a hint of bitter-sweet regret, wishing I'd taken his number, so we could do it again. Alas.

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