Continuation.
Warning: MATURE
They barely lasted all the way to his door. It was a flurry of clashing tongues and mashed lips and ripped clothes and brutal claws before she knew it. After all, during the ride there the sexual tension had been so thick you couldn't cut it with a hacksaw.
He pushed the door closed behind him with his foot. They simultaneously dropped their bags and keys, their lips not leaving each other for as long as a second.
James wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her easily to his room, no stumbling whatsoever. Compared to his build, she probably did weigh nothing. Lana was a small bodied young lady, and was perfectly fine with that.
He lay her on the bed. She could taste the alcohol on his breath and hoped it wouldn't affect anything. She had had drunk sex before and it had been overrated, and even disappointing.
All thoughts were hijacked when he slowly but skillfully started kissing down her skin. Every trail his scorching lips left burnt like ice. She threaded her fingers in his hair when he sucked on a spot on her neck that made her want to melt into a puddle of Lana. She couldn't think, what with all the zaps his touch sent straight to her heated core.
She was only in a lavender bra and lace panties, the rest of her clothes to be searched out later. James, on the other hand, had lost everything but his boxers... He had business to attend to, and he wasn't looking ready to wait.
She approved.
She felt his hand dip behind her back and the bra snapped loose, snapping her attention back. She started thinking again. That was suspiciously easy for him; he was better at it than most. He did this frequently. Which ultimately led to the question, was he clean?
"I can practically hear the cogs in your head turning," he mumbled into her skin, surprising her.
She was about to reply when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, making her gasp.
"I'll wear a condom. You won't catch anything from me," he rolled his tongue around it. "Test's in the living room, if you bother,"
If the wetness between her legs was anything to go by, no, she did not bother interrupting this. She could always tell when someone was lying, and he wasn't.
But wasn't he worried about her? She could be some broad for all she knew. What they were currently up to, two hours after they met only added petrol to the fire of suspicion.
He sighed and pulled back.
She looked at him quizzically.
"Lana, right?" he asked, to gauge her reaction, and she saw right through it. She wasn't getting angry so they could have that kind of fuck yet.
He noticed her dry unamused expression and concluded that she was smart. Time for plan B.
"Do you wanna do this?" he stared intensely into her caramel brown orbs, daring her to find an answer to that.
She was in a pickle, and she knew it. That question was specifically designed to make her think about how badly it could go from there. He was already legal and she wasn't, but they were naked and she did, in fact, want to.
She put her palm at the nape of his neck and pulled him closer to her.
Then she kissed him. She'd already had a rough week.
That was her answer.
Let him think of it how he will.
