His name was Steven, and he was in fact a model. He bought Lola a few drinks while flirting, knowing damn well all he had to do was say the word and she'd be his. He liked the chase, even if it was pretend. Little did he know Lola had an agenda of her own. She made the move, leaning in close and whispering in his ear,

"Let's get out of here."

He responded with a smile, pulling her by the hand out of the bar. She didn't listen to much of what he said as they reached the street. Something about her place or a hotel.

"There's a shortcut to my place," She smiled. "But you have to trust me."

"Where at?" He eagerly responded.

She nodded towards a nearby alley. He looked at it and then back at her.

"Trust me," She repeated, leading him to the dark alley.

Before Steven had time to voice his opinion on the situation, Lola pinned him to the wall, pressing her knee against his groin and covering his mouth with hers. Steven fell into the kiss quickly, his hands pushing Lola roughly up against his body.

It was hard to think of anything else other than Steven's tongue in her mouth. She forced herself to think of Tate's room. The large circular bed in the middle of the room with the red comforter that demanded your attention. The overstuffed chair in front of the oak wardrobe. The long wall of books that kept her busy for who knows how long. She wasn't sure if the sensation in her body was from the ship calling her back or the body against hers. When the two stumbled to the ground, she opened her eyes to see they were back in the captain's room.

"What the hell?" Steven panted looking around. "Where are we?"

"My room," Lola explained. "Shortcut, remember?"

"That's impossible. We were just in the alley. We didn't move."

Lola pushed up her dress so she could properly straddle him without ripping the garment. She rubbed her hands up his chest and cupped his face in her hands. She leaned in licked one of his earlobes before huskily muttering,

"Shut up and fuck me."

That was enough to get Steven to shut up. He growled and grabbed her hair, pulling her head closer to his. He attacked her neck, licking and biting like he was a vampire. After Lola let out a low moan, Steven jerked her head back up and placed his lips on her. Her scent was so intoxicating to him. He had to have her. As he unzipped her dress, she ripped his shirt off, button by button. Steven yanked the dress over her head and tossed it across the room. Not even a second later, he tore her bra down from her breasts. His hands cupped them, his fingers twisting her nipples. Lola craned her neck and let out a squeak.

Steven needed his skin on hers. As much as he regretted it, he nudged her off of him so he could completely undress. Getting the hint, Lola slipped out of her remaining undergarments and refocused her attention on his hard cock. She moved closer, examining it for a second before her tongue was licking the tip.

Aaron growled and grasped Lola's head, holding on to her hair as he grunted, "Suck me!"

She did as he said. She didn't have a lot of experience, only having been with Tate, but she was listening to the fire in her body. She wrapped her hands around his shaft and squeezed as she ran her tongue up and down his cock. Not knowing if what she was doing was good, she looked up at Steven with big eyes.

"Good, so good," He moaned, his head falling back to the ground. Lola took his shaft in her mouth over and over again. Steven rose back up on his shoulders and grabbed her hair again, pushing her head forward. Lola's face pressed against his stomach. Curiously, she stuck her tongue out and licked his balls. He let out a long groan that sent shivers down Lola's spine.

"Please," She mumbled her tongue still on his head, "Please."

In one swift move, Steve stood, lifting Lola up and throwing her on the bed. He held up her legs and buried his cock deep inside her.

"Oh!" Lola gasped, her eyes closing. Her back arched as Steven pumped his cock in and out of her wet pussy. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

He didn't need any more encouragement. He furiously began pumping. The sound of his balls slapping her ass were accompanied by her screams of pleasure. Her hands desperately grabbed the comforter for a second before she reached up and clawed his back. Somehow he managed to pump faster than before. Lola was trembling, drawing closer to her orgasm.

"Keep going… just like that," She moaned.

She pulsated around his throbbing member as an orgasm shattered through her. She screamed as her body waved with pleasure. Steven only slowed for a second before picking up his pace. He too was close to cuming. His balls tightened and he released his load deep inside of her. Right after he came, Tate appeared in the room.

Steven barely had time to react before Tate dug a blade into his stomach and tossed him across the room. Tate walked over to the body and continued to stab him well past the moment he died. Lola just watched with twinkling eyes. It was exactly what she wanted to happen.

"What's wrong, Tate? Can't stand a little competition?" She questioned breathlessly.

He looked up with a fiery glace. Lola was still coming down from her orgasm, spread naked on the bed. God, Tate wanted to fuck her and kill her at the same time. He stood up and threw the knife on the ground, stomping over to her. With a growl, he pushed her back on the bed and hovered over her.

"You're mine," He hissed in her ear.

"You may think that, but unless you can fuck me like him, I don't belong to you," Lola said huskily.

Tate pounded his mouth against Lola, hard. She let him kiss her for a second before she disappeared, leaving Tate with a raging hard on and a naked dead man on the floor.