Chase You To The Sun (27 page)

“Let’s lie down,” she proposed huskily, biting his lower lip just a little bit too hard.

He grunted and took his hand away, shaking his head at her as he looked down with a playful smile. “No, blossom. You said you wanted to take a bath before dinner, so you should. I won’t play with you until later.”

“You’re gonna make me wait?” she muttered disbelievingly.

“It’ll be sweet agony,” Bruce replied with a wink, drawing her in for another kiss before disentangling himself from her embrace to walk over to the bathroom door. “There’s a Jacuzzi, so you can hop right in. Don’t be too long.”

Lana narrowed her eyes at him, but he seemed to be serious. In a slight huff, she strutted over to him, picking up her panties from the floor.

“I’ll take those,” Bruce said calmly, holding out his hand.

“Uhm – why?” she inquired.

He bent over and brushed his lips over the sensitive skin of her temple. “You’ll come down to dinner with me without wearing them. And I’ll be the only one who knows.”

“But – my dress is pretty short,” she stuttered.

He grinned roguishly. “Better keep your legs crossed at the table, then.”

Lana blinked owlishly. “You’re serious.”

“Yes.” He shoved her over the threshold. “In you go. I might join you, actually. I have to make a few phone calls first, though.”

Shaking her head a bit dazedly, Lana walked over to the Jacuzzi, which looked steamy, bubbly and inviting, soft green light illuminating the bottom of the tub. Quickly, she slipped out of her new dress, unclasping her bra and submerging herself in the hot water with a satisfied sigh. Just for a minute, she was painfully aware that this was a luxury she’d have to say goodbye to in the future. Her room on Desida Two was equipped with a simple bathtub, and there was no way she’d ever be able to afford the luxurious spa resorts on Europa anymore. She should enjoy this little indulgence for as long as it lasted.

Bruce took quite long to come back to the bathroom. Apparently, his phone calls were more complicated than he’d anticipated. When Lana had soaked in the tub for twenty minutes, she decided to get out and get dressed again. Just as she wrapped a towel around her body, though, the door swung open and Bruce stepped inside. Ironically enough, he was wearing a black towel identical to the one he’d worn that morning she’d bumped into him at the mansion. And he wasn’t wearing anything else.

“H-hi,” she faltered. No matter how many times she’d seen him naked by now, his bare chest was still so glorious to behold it tripped up her tongue uttering the simplest of words.

“Hey,” he replied with a grin. “I’m a bit disappointed you’re not saying ‘Oh my God’ this time.”

“Well, I was thinking it,” Lana mumbled bashfully, her eyes absorbing his strong, well-built upper body, drinking in the taut muscles of his arms and shoulders. “I just got out of the bath to see what was keeping you.”

Bruce waved a hand through her line of vision as she kept staring at his naked torso, a sly smile creeping up on his face. “You want to help me wash up?” he invited her.

“S-sure,” she replied, not quite managing to sound as casual as she wanted. As he made his way over to where she was standing next to the bath, she let her eyes trail down his chest again, lingering on the little bit of hair just below his belly button. God, she wanted him so much it was embarrassing.

Bruce stopped right in front of her, grabbing her hands and placing them on the edge of the towel. “Take it off,” he said huskily. “I know you were dying to do that, the first time you saw me like this.”

She looked up at him, blushing a little bit. “True. But I was really scared of you back then. I don’t know what I would have done if you’d come on to me in that bathroom.”

He cocked his head. “Hmm. Let’s pretend, shall we? What would you have done?” Before she could protest, Bruce slipped one arm around her waist, using his other hand to cup her ass.

She sucked in a breath. “What – what are you doing?”

“Doing a re-enactment,” he grinned. “I like those ‘what-if’ scenarios. Fantasizing is half the fun, you know.”

Oh, yes. She liked this idea. When Bruce pushed her backward toward the washing basin and rested his hands on her hips, Lana coyly looked up at him through her eyelashes. “So,” she murmured. “I told you I wasn’t a little girl, and you said I was old enough.”

Bruce took a step closer. “And you wanted to know what for.” He grabbed her towel and slowly slipped it off her upper body, letting it drop to the floor with his eyes still riveted on her face. “But when I asked you if you needed me to spell it out for you, you said no.”

Lana shivered under his gaze. “Of course I said no. I knew what you were thinking.”

He smiled lazily, one hand caressing her collar bone before traveling down to palm her naked breast. “Are you sure? I have a very vivid imagination when it comes to sex,” he growled, flicking his thumb over her erect nipple. “I don’t think you would have guessed everything.”

She gasped as Bruce slipped both hands around her waist and drew her in, the bulge under his towel growing by the second. “You want to spell it out for me now?” she breathed, trailing her hands down to the edge of the towel.

“I’ll show you, even,” he replied, a dark promise in his eyes.

Lana moaned when he kissed her softly, his lips barely there. When his hands grabbed her naked butt, he lifted her up to set her down on the bathroom sink, her eyes now almost level with his. Bruce kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue darting around hers as if to possess her and taste every inch of her mouth. Lana circled his waist with her legs, resting the soles of her feet on his taut ass, pushing down his towel so it dropped to the floor too.

“I want your fingers around my cock,” he whispered, steering her hand down to make her grab his rock-hard erection. “So you can feel what turns me on the most.”

Lana blushed red as Bruce dipped his head and softly started to suck on the warm skin of her neck, marking her again for everyone to see. She could feel him straining against her hand as he lowered her backward onto her elbows and teased her nipples with long strokes of his tongue before grazing them with his teeth. And then, his hand smacked down on the flesh of her outer thigh, causing her to whimper.

“Is this what you were thinking of back then?” Lana gasped.

“Among other things.” Bruce shot her a dark look. “Would you have stopped me?”

“I don’t know.” Lana shivered. “Would you have stopped?”

He smiled wolfishly. “I don’t know either.”

She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Whatever she’d have thought back then, she sure as hell didn’t want him to stop now. “Kiss me,” she begged, and he obliged. When his tongue slipped between her lips again, she licked it slowly and languidly, sliding her hand up and down his cock at the same time. A satisfied smile curled her lips when he gasped softly.

“You’re so hot, little minx,” Bruce breathed. “I want a little taste of you before dinner.”

Lana nodded dazedly. “Yeah. Please. I’ll be your starter.”

He smiled against her mouth. “Get off this sink and turn around for me,” he whispered in her ear. Lana eagerly complied, leaning her elbows on the sink and seeking Bruce’s eyes in the mirror above the wash basin as he lifted her ass a bit more and positioned himself between her legs, the crown of his cock throbbing against her slit, waiting eagerly to enter. When he slowly pushed inside her, it felt absolutely divine. She’d missed this.

“You’re tight,” he panted, forcing his way inside with a grunt. Lana bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out. “Sorry I’m in such a hurry. Maybe I should have loosened you up a bit more.”

“It’s okay.” She licked her lips. “It feels good when I’m still this tight. It’s like you own me even more.”

“You want me to own you?” Bruce sunk his teeth into her shoulder, driving his dick deep inside her. “You want to be mine?”

Yes,” she whispered, looking up into his eyes running dark with primitive lust as he continued to thrust inside her. “I’m yours.”

“You’re not gonna fuck around?” he said, burying himself in her wet, shaven pussy. “You want to be mine alone?”

“Yes,” Lana promised.

Bruce slowly nodded. “Then I’ll be yours alone, too.”

It was the closest he’d gotten to saying he wanted her to be his girl, and it sent a quiver of pleasure through her entire body. Every little bit of her tingled with lust. Lana’s breath turned ragged when he increased the pace, his hands sliding up from her hips. He rubbed his palms against the hard nipples of her tits as he pumped in and out of her.

“This is more than a little taste,” she half-scolded him.

He smiled crookedly. “I love indulging in the good stuff.”

“Yeah...” she sighed mindlessly. “Me too.” When Bruce stopped and slowly pulled out of her, she suppressed the urge to stamp her foot in childish dismay. “No – not yet.”

“Should I go on?” he said hoarsely.

Her heart started to beat in her throat when he gently rested his hard cock between her ass cheeks, his hand finding its way between her thighs, running up and down her wet folds. Lana swallowed hard when she felt his slick fingers massaging her asshole next. His index finger pushed into her, opening her up like he’d done that one time he went down on her. And then, he slipped in another finger, still holding her gaze in the mirror. Oh, God.

“Should I go on?” he repeated, his voice even rougher.

“Yes,” she whispered, barely audible. A pink blush rose to her cheeks as she stared into his eyes. Bruce smiled, lowering his head to kiss her cheek from behind.

“Relax,” he murmured, removing his fingers and pressing gently at her anal opening with the large head of his cock. Lana moaned when she felt her tight hole clenching and then opening wider. It was a hot and strange sensation, making her shiver. Cautiously, she pushed back against him and felt herself stretch. Lana held her breath, closing her eyes when Bruce pushed forward, sliding the tip of his cock slowly into her ass. She felt helpless, hot, burning – completely at his mercy. Bruce held her hips in his warm hands and eased into the tiny hole, slowly and deliberately lodging his hard erection in her anus. “Are you okay?” he breathed into her ear.

Lana opened her eyes. “Yes,” she replied, searching his eyes. “I feel – so...”

“So what?” he prompted her.

“So submissive,” she confessed with embarrassment. “I want to be yours in every way.”

“I like that,” Bruce grunted, immediately stopping his movement when she cried out in pain, though. Lana could feel her anal muscles tensing up, pushing back against the strange invasion down there.

“Stop,” she panted, slightly panicked.

“Don’t be scared,” Bruce whispered in her ear, smooth like honey. He caught her gaze in the mirror. “You’re doing great. It’s difficult the first time, like regular sex. Just let it happen, Lana.”

Slowly, she relaxed a bit, feeling her tight hole loosening up when Bruce ran his hands up to her boobs and gently fondled her breasts. When he filled her again with a shallow, smooth stroke, goose bumps erupted all over her skin. It felt so alien and yet so delicious that her body didn’t know how to respond.

“Better?” he mumbled, still gauging her reaction with attentive eyes.

“Yes.” She swallowed. “Good, actually.”

“Hmm. Let’s give you some more.”

Lana moaned in a mixture of shock and rapture as Bruce pushed all the way in, so deep it felt like a raw burn, making her pussy spasm with need. And then, he started to move – deep and slow, his hands on her hips and his dark gaze fixed on her blushing face, her parted lips and hooded eyes. “Oh my God,” she whispered.

Bruce smiled languidly. “There we are. You still call me that, huh?”

Lana nodded wordlessly, rocking her body against his loins to feel more of him. He kept fucking her ass slowly, caressing the soft skin of her hips and waist.

“No,” she protested when he carefully pulled out after a few more strokes. “Please – why are you stopping?”

He grinned boyishly. “I said I only wanted a little taste. Besides, you’re so tight back there that I’ll come within one minute if I keep this up.”

Lana wetted her lips. “Maybe you should. I want you to.”

Bruce shook his head. “You’re not ready for that yet. I’m not gonna hold back when I’m close.” He turned her around in his arms and planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Thank you for letting me try that with you,” he whispered against her mouth.

“Well, what can I say? I’m brave.” She smiled playfully, still reeling from the fact she’d given up her virginity to him – in a way.

“I’m going to take a quick shower,” he said, strolling over to the shower cabin in the corner. “Why don’t you get dressed, Sveta? And no cheating.”

“Cheating?” she echoed.

“No panties. And no touching yourself while I’m in the shower. I want you craving me all the way through dinner.”

“Okay,” Lana agreed. “Same goes for you, though.”

He crossed his heart and smiled widely. “It’s a deal.”

O
ver dinner, Lana anxiously kept her legs crossed, just like Bruce had suggested. Every now and then, he shot her a suggestive look, his eyes darting momentarily to her groin. It made her body thrum with sweet tension. This man knew so well how to turn her on that it made her a bit insecure.

“This is quite new to me,” she confessed at some point, while they were enjoying their culinary starter together.

“What? Having dinner with a wanted criminal?” Bruce winked, chewing on a bite of prawn cocktail.

She blushed. “Yeah, that too. But I meant something else. I’m just not used to things being so, uhm,
sexual
.”

“You’ve never had this chemistry with anyone?”

“Not like this, no.” She stared at her plate. “But I bet you have, right? I mean, you get a lot of it. Sex, I mean.”

He fell silent. “What’s up, Lana?” he finally asked softly.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “I won’t be around all the time. I’ll be on Desida Two, and you’ll be – well, on the run.”

“Lana.” The serious tone in his voice made her glance up furtively. “Wasn’t I clear enough when we were having sex in my bathroom before?”