Chapter 33

Chapter 33
Willa

Nothing could prepare me for the feeling of Lan inside me. How can it feel so different than with Luke? Obviously, not all men are created the same but this felt…different. Thankfully once he had pushed his way in he stopped to let me adjust to the feeling. This was still new to me and I doubt I’d adjust so quickly. Everything felt so tight, but not exactly in a bad way, but almost in a foreign way. Like he doesn’t belong inside me but also does. 

Clearly, I have lost all sense of thought. 

My breath comes out shaky as I finally let myself relax. 

“Good girl. Relax.” Lan whispers in my ear. 

For a second I want to say something bratty like, “Don’t tell me what to do!”

But he’s right. The more I relaxed the less pressure and pain I felt. The warm water against my skin is helping my body become less and less tense as well. Steam is clouding around us almost covering us in a misty cloud.

All my senses feel heightened.

“I can’t stay like this much longer,” Lan says in this low almost painful voice. 

The sound of his voice and the way he shifts just slightly inside me sends a shock of sensation through me. A whimper escapes me at the feeling and I already feel the building sensation of pleasure working its way through me. He hasn’t even moved yet!

“Okay,” I say with a quick nod of my head. 

He moves slowly as if he’s worried he might hurt me but it doesn’t hurt. It’s the opposite. Everything feels alive and so much more. He moves a little harder and a gasp slips past my lips at the feeling of him moving inside me. 

A low groan comes from him and soon his movements become quicker, uneven, almost desperate. I won’t last long at this pace. 

“Fuck Willa.” His head drops to my shoulder as he moves deeper…harder. 

Pleasure builds up inside me and I feel myself reach the peak. 

“I’m embarrassed to say I won’t last much longer. You feel so fucking good.” His voice vibrates against the skin of my neck and it sends a shiver through me that sets me off. 

A small cry comes from me as I'm pushed over to the depths of pleasure and Lan growls before he stills and I feel his whole body go slightly limp. I’m so gone that I doubt I'd be able to stand if he sets me down. His arms shake a little but he holds onto me. I tighten my hands around his neck and hold him closer to me like I can't bear for him to let me go. 

For several minutes we stay connected with only the sound of our breaths and the soft patter of the shower water falling around us fills the room. 

“Are you okay?” Lan pulls his head back to look at me. 

There is a slight crinkle between his eyes like he’s truly concerned. I give him a weak smile and nod. 

“More than okay. You?” 

He chuckles. Chuckles! I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything close to a sound like that come from him. It takes another minute for the effects of what we did to pass enough that Lan can set me down without me collapsing to the ground. Once I’m settled Lan has me turn around and he takes his time washing my hair and body until I’m clean. The only evidence of what we did is the sore feeling inside me. I return the favor letting my hands linger a little longer on his stomach muscles. 

I’m warned by him again feeling him up too much unless I’m ready for round two as much as I’d like that I was too tired and sore from round one. It’s going to take a bit more practice before I can go multiple rounds with these boys. A task I'm sure they would be happy to help with. 

Once we’re clean Lan steps out and grabs the fluffiest towels I’ve ever seen and wraps one around me and then himself. The thing looks more like a throw than a towel but I appreacte it right now. 

“Stay here. I’ll grab you something to wear.” Lan says as he wraps the towel around his waist and heads for the door. 

“I have something,” I say but he shoots me a look.

“You’ll wear something of mine.” His words broker no questions and he’s gone before I can attempt an objection. 

I blow out an annoyed breath and decide to focus on drying off instead. It doesn’t take long for him to reappear with what looks like a t-shirt.

“You can wear this.” He says holding it out to me. 

He’s changed into boxers but is otherwise unclothed. Without my consent, my eyes travel over him and I swallow, my mouth feeling suddenly dry. Why are these guys so hot? 

“I’ll be sleeping in here tonight as well.” He says breaking my perusal of him. 

“What?” I blink at him in confusion. “Why would you sleep here?” 

He gives me a look that makes me feel pretty stupid for asking which im sure is his goal. I narrow my eyes on him ready to throw the closest thing I can find at his head. 

“I called dibs.” He says and turns to walk away.

Since I had nothing hard enough to throw that would actually hurt him I decide to give him a rude gesture instead. It’s not so common but I saw it in Friends and I feel it is just as effective. Although most people probably don’t know what it means I enjoy using it nonetheless. 

After he’s gone I drop the towel and slide the t-shirt he gave me over my head. As expected the thing looks huge on me, which I love. I also notice he didn’t bring me any panties. The presumptuous asshole. I storm out of the bathroom ready to give him a piece of my mind when I find him comfortable under the covers of my new bed. He has…glasses on. 
They’re round thin black rimed glasses that fit his face perfectly. I’m pretty sure anything would look good on him. He looks like he just stepped out of a magazine. Stupid…butthead! I was trying to be mad at him for not bringing me panties and then goes and looks like he’s walked right out of a Chinese drama. 

I hate him. 

He was looking down at his phone but he must sense me watching him because he lifts his head to look at me. His eyes run down my body and up again before he reaches over and pulls the covers back to invite me in. 

“You forgot panties.” I finally say and cross my arms over my chest trying and failing to act annoyed. 

“You won’t need them.” He says with a shrug. 

“And why not?” I ask.

He looks down at his phone again as if he can’t be bothered with this conversation anymore. “Get in bed, Willa.” 

The urge to go off on him is so so strong, but I’m tired. So I give in with a bit of grumbling and slip into bed next to him. I sigh happily at how soft the sheets feel and how war everything is. 

“Is there a heated blanket in here?” I ask because there is no way a bed feels this cozy all on its own.

“Yes.” That’s it. 

I guess we’re back to the limited expression Lan. That guy is an asshole. 

“You know you can sleep somewhere else tonight. I’m fine I don’t need to be babysat.” I say feeling a little off about the way he looks almost shut down. 

He looks over at me and takes his glasses off setting them aside with his phone. “I want to be here.” 

“But why?” I hate how insecure I sound but Lan unnerves me. 

I can never tell what he’s thinking. Our moment in the shower is the most expressive he’s ever been. 

“Like I said. I want to be here, and I never do anything I don’t like.” He moves down under the covers so that we’re lying down facing each other. 

“You confuse me,” I admit. 

“I make many people uncomfortable because of my lack of expressive emotion. But I don’t want you to ever think that you are not important to me. I will try to do better.” Even as he says it, no expression appears on his face. “Turn around.” 

I do as he says and feel his arm wrap around my waist pulling me in against his chest. I feel him bury his face in my hair and breathe in deeply. He makes a small humming sound and I smile. He might be made of steel, but even he is affected by me. It might be a small thing but I’ll take it. Maybe one day I’ll be able to crack his armor just a little bit more, but for now, this has to be enough.