Lap of Luxury (Love Don't Cost a Thing)

“What do you want from me?” I gasp.

“I thought that was obvious.”

I shake my head as much as I can. Not that. I can’t do that. Not with him.

He lets me go, and I turn around to face him, my whole body shaking. The night air is cutting through my thin clothes and I feel the loss of his warmth keenly.

Damir’s sharp cheekbones are brightly lit by moonlight but his eyes are in shadow, making his face resemble a skull. Or a reaper. He watches me silently for a moment, his arms tense at his sides.

I shake my head again. That’s all I can muster right now. A primitive refusal that any of this is happening.

Damir pulls his T-shirt up over his head and tosses it aside. I suck in a breath at the sight of him. His broad chest and heavy shoulders taper down to a lean waist. His stomach is flat and muscular, with a trail of dark hair disappearing into his tight-fitting jeans.

There’s a bulge over his crotch, and I watch, frozen in fear, as he unbuttons his fly and zips it down. He’s not wearing any underwear. A patch of dark hair is revealed, and then the thick base of his cock. His length springs free as he pushes his jeans slowly down and steps out of them. Damir Ravnikar is sculpted like a Roman statue, but with a much, much bigger dick than any Classical artist would dare to carve.

Damir comes forward and grasps my wrists, pressing them to the searing flesh of his chest. I’m backed against the wall. The night has taken on a sense of unreality. Adrenaline has made me light-headed. Damir’s hands slip beneath my blouse and palm my waist and belly. A cool breeze blows across my flesh, making my nipples tighten. Damir’s heated gaze slips down over my body and sees them standing out in little points.

He pulls my top up and over my head and casts it aside, and then pulls the skirt down my legs. The bra he unclasps and throws aside. With my naked body pressed against his, I feel drunk and afraid. He hoists me easily into his arms and my legs wrap around his hips. The cool wall presses against my back and I hold onto his shoulders. I can’t see his eyes in the dark, but I feel their intensity.

Then his mouth is on mine. A lover’s kiss, deep and hungry. His tongue invades my mouth and I open before him, powerless to resist.

Damir shifts his hips, and the blunt, silky tip of his penis pushes against my sex, and my senses finally flood back. My eyes fly open. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never had sex before. Under his touch, I’d completely forgotten.

“No, wait. I’m a virgin,” I gasp against his mouth.

If I thought that would make him hesitate or let me go, I was wrong. Damir just growls and kisses me harder. With his hands palming my ass, he penetrates me slowly. It feels like I’m being invaded with a hot, thick weapon. Searing pain makes me cry out and I lock my arms around his neck, clutching for dear life to the very thing that’s causing me such agony. My core tightens painfully around him.

“Please, stop,” I whimper. “I can’t bear it.”

Damir pauses, and as if to counter the brutality of his cock lodged partway into me, he plants soft kisses all over my face and throat, murmuring in Slovenian. But he doesn’t withdraw. He reaches down between us to find my clit, rubbing tenderly on my aching flesh. A ribbon of pleasure curls through me.

“Shh, princesa.” His lips brush against mine. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

He holds me like this, pinned against the wall by his body and his cock. The respite is only temporary. He’s not going to stop or put me down. The cool night air ruffles my hair as he kisses my throat. I let my head fall back, trying to get used to the sensation of him. With his fingers touching me so tenderly I start to feel licks of flame coursing up my body. Damir presses me harder against the wall, and surges forward again. The pain is blinding for a moment, overwhelming, and I cry out.

“Liar,” I hiss, burying my face into his neck and wrapping my arms tightly around him. Hold me. Protect me. Make it better.

Damir pulls back and thrusts again. I brace myself for pain—but this time there’s nothing. Just an ache that becomes something more as he thrusts again. He does this over and over again, setting a steady, punishing rhythm. Deep inside me, the pleasure has started to throb, and it pulses to the rhythm of his thrusts. I arch my pelvis to meet him, as if he’s taken hostage of my senses, not only my body. Damir thrusts up and gravity pulls me down.

“I was always going to capture you, my little princesa,” Damir tells me. “So why did you run?”

He smiles in the darkness, his white teeth gleaming.

I breathe raggedly through the sensations clawing their way through me, and then my whole body is racked with bliss as he pounds me with hard, reckless thrusts that match mine, and we’re overwhelmed together. As he comes he presses my hands against the wall with his own, supporting my weight with his thrusting cock.

Finally, he stills, his face presses against my throat. My tongue feels thick in my mouth.

I take a shuddering breath. “Put me down.”

Slowly, he lets me slide down the wall. I stand limply on the cold floor, feeling bruised and battered, and barely alive, like hunted prey should. Damir takes me by the hand and leads me away from the direction of my cabin. I’m too weak to wonder where we’re going.

He takes me into a bedroom, picks up a two-way radio from the bedside table and speaks briefly into it. “We’re done. Back to your stations.”

Damir leads me through to the bathroom, and I follow him like a sleepy child. He turns the taps on and washes me under the hot shower. The water cascades over our naked bodies, and his hands holding the loofah are gentle as he rubs warm, soapy water all over my body. He’s the one who’s made me raw inside and out, but now he’s making it better again.

I look at his cock under the running water, still thick and swollen, though not so upright. I thought if I ever had sex a cock would feel like a length of dead flesh inside me, and I’d be numb around it. What just happened with Damir was anything but deadened.

“Want me again already?” he rumbles with a smile, noticing me staring at his cock. He shuts off the water and I’m half afraid, half excited at the thought that he’s about to press me against the wall and fuck me again. But he only reaches for a towel and wraps me in it, before planting a disarming kiss on my forehead.