Chapter 48: A Good Start (R18)
The city lights blurred past the windows as I guided the Vellanti through downtown traffic, the engine a low, confident purr that matched the heat building under my skin.
Lia sat in the passenger seat, legs pressed together under that pleated school skirt, the uniform suddenly the most obscene thing I’d seen in months.
The white blouse hugged her chest just enough to hint at the soft curves beneath, the blazer discarded in the back seat like an afterthought. Her dark hair had loosened from the low bun, a few strands framing her face, and those lighter eyes kept flicking toward , nervous, curious, hungry.
Holy shit, she was hot. Not in the polished, runway way Sienna carried herself. Lia had this realness that made my mouth water. The way the skirt rode up her thighs when she shifted, the faint flush creeping up her neck.
I wanted to taste her right there, pull the car over, push that uniform aside, and bury my face between her legs until she forgot every careful calculation she’d ever made. The fabric of her skirt looked so innocent against her skin. It was driving
insane.
"You’re staring," she said quietly, but there was a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
"Hard not to." My hand left the gear selector to rest on her knee, thumb brushing the hem of the skirt. "That uniform’s doing things to , Lia. You show up looking like the teacher’s pet who needs a very thorough lesson."
She laughed, a soft, breathy sound, and the blush deepened. But she didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers toyed with the edge of the pleats. "It’s just clothes. From class."
"It’s fucking lethal." I glanced at the road, then back to her, voice dropping. "Every ti you moved at dinner, I kept thinking about sliding my hand under there. Seeing how far up those thighs go."
Her breath hitched. She liked the attention, I could see it in the way her shoulders relaxed, the subtle arch of her back. Slowly, almost shyly, she lifted the hem of her skirt an inch. Then another.
The smooth skin of her inner thighs ca into view under the passing streetlights. She was blushing hard now, eyes fixed on the dashboard, but she kept going until the skirt bunched high enough to reveal plain white panties, modest but already damp at the center.
"Like this?" she whispered, voice trembling with a mix of embarrassnt and thrill.
"Exactly like that." My grip tightened on her knee, sliding higher. The heat radiating from her was unreal. "You’re killing . I can’t wait to taste you. Right here."
She pressed her thighs together around my fingers for a second, then parted them again, teasing. The blush spread down her chest, visible where her blouse dipped. "This is crazy. I barely know you."
"You know enough." I dragged my fingertips along her skin, stopping just short of where I wanted to be. "And by the end of tonight, you’ll know a lot more."
The love hotel rose up on the right, a sleek, discreet tower with tinted windows and a glowing sign that promised discretion and luxury. Peak rooms. I pulled in, handed the keys to the valet, and led Lia inside with a hand at the small of her back.
She walked close, uniform still slightly disheveled from the car, eyes wide at the marble lobby and the subtle red lighting.
At the front desk, I booked the best peak suite they had, top floor, city view, oversized bed, private jacuzzi. The attendant didn’t bat an eye at her school uniform or my black card.
Love hotels existed for exactly this.
Lia stood half a step behind , chewing her lip, stubborn determination fighting obvious embarrassnt. When the keycard clicked into my hand, she let out a shaky breath but followed
to the elevator without protest.
Inside the room, the door clicked shut behind us. It was perfect: dimmable lights already low, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city, a massive bed with crisp sheets, and a faint scent of sandalwood. Lia hovered near the entrance, arms crossed loosely over her blouse.
"This is... a lot," she murmured, glancing at the bed.
I stepped close, tilting her chin up with two fingers. "Hey. We’re taking it slow, rember? No pressure. Just you and
figuring out what feels good." I kissed her then, soft at first, then deeper when she lted into it, her hands fisting my shirt. She tasted like the wine from dinner and pure nerves. "God, you’re sweet."
She pulled back, breathing harder. "I feel ridiculous in this uniform now."
"You look like every filthy fantasy I didn’t know I had." I grinned, walking her backward toward the bed. "Sit."
She did, perching on the edge. I knelt in front of her, hands on her knees, spreading them gently. "Joke ti: Why did the University girl bring a ladder to the hotel?"
Her eyebrows rose, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "Why?"
"Because she heard the view was breathtaking... and so is she when she’s spread out on silk sheets." I slid my palms up her thighs, pushing the skirt higher again. She laughed despite the flush, the sound loosening sothing in her chest.
"You’re terrible."
"Terribly effective." I leaned in, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee, then higher. "Tell
if anything feels off. Promise."
"I promise." Her voice was softer now.
I took my ti undressing her blouse, button by button, kissing each new inch of skin—collarbone, the swell of her breasts in a simple bra, the flat of her stomach.
She shivered when I unhooked the bra and let it fall, her nipples already tight. "Look at you. Perfect." I cupped one breast, thumb circling, then took it into my mouth, sucking gently until she gasped and arched.
"Lukas..."
"Right here." My hands worked the skirt down her hips, leaving the panties for now. She was toned, soft in all the right places, legs trembling slightly as I kissed down her ribs, her belly, the crease of her hip. The uniform skirt pooled around her ankles; I left the socks on because fuck, it was hot.
I eased her back onto the bed, settling between her thighs. The white panties were soaked through. I pressed my mouth against the fabric, breathing hot against her, and she whimpered, hips twitching.
"Easy," I murmured, hooking my fingers in the waistband and sliding them down. She was bare, pink, glistening. "Beautiful. I’ve been dying to taste this all night."
I licked a slow stripe up her slit, savoring the sweet-salt taste of her. Lia’s hands flew to my hair, a broken moan escaping. I chuckled against her. "Told you the uniform was lethal. Almost didn’t make it out of the car."
"Shut up and~ ah~" Her words cut off as I circled her clit with my tongue, then sucked lightly.
I kept it slow, exploratory, long licks, teasing flicks, two fingers sliding in when she was wet enough to take them easily. She was tight, responsive, walls fluttering around
as I curled my fingers just right.
Between strokes, I kept the jokes coming, low and filthy. "You know what they call this in business school? Market research. I’m investing heavily in your pleasure." She laughed breathlessly, the tension lting out of her thighs. "Or advanced placent. You’re acing it."
"God, you’re such an idiot," she gasped, but her hips rocked against my face, chasing the pleasure. Her fingers tightened in my hair. I doubled down, sucking her clit while pumping my fingers steadily, feeling her build.
She ca with a surprised cry, back bowing off the bed, thighs clamping around my head. I worked her through it, gentling my touches until she shuddered and relaxed, chest heaving.
I climbed up beside her, pulling her into my arms. Her skin was flushed, eyes glassy, a genuine smile on her face. "That was... wow."
"Plenty more where that ca from." I kissed her forehead, then her lips, letting her taste herself on . "You good?"
She nodded, curling into my chest. "Really good. Nervous still, but... safe. You make
feel safe, which is weird after everything."
"Good. That’s the point." I stroked her back, tracing lazy circles. The city lights sparkled outside the window. Her body was warm and pliant against mine, the uniform pieces scattered on the floor like evidence of a very good decision.
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