More than a mentor.

At first more pressing concerns take center stage in Lara's concentration but little flickers of sexuality start to work their way in from the periphery. Rippling arms, six pack stomach, outlined penises. Little bits of over-sexualized nonsense drifted up as she thought back to the magazines Sam always used to litter the apartment with. Sam loved models but Lara wasn't so enthused. She found them somewhat stimulating but...dispassionate.

Sam flushed and tittered over the beach models but Lara liked her men a little more...rugged. A little stubble, maybe even some grime, mixed in with passion filled eyes made Lara's heart flutter. Which Sam had been overjoyed to discover. She had started buying whatever magazines fit the bill and leaving them in innocuous places around the apartment to tease Lara, who refused to touch them...if Sam was home. Her mind drifted back to those images of men out climbing mountains or crossing oceans. Strong, adventurous men...

Without thinking she fell back to an old memory, one she hadn't revisited since she was just a girl. Peering inside the cracked door she saw him working at his drawing board, his movements marked with a certain fervor he always got when he was getting close to making a discovery. He was so big, so strong, so...passionate. He was also so focused on the task at hand that he didn't notice Lara enter the room till she knocked demurely on the frame. Turning, Roth's face broke into a smile and his arms opened wide as Lara ran to him. That was where her childhood memory ended and her adult mind started inserting sexually explicit details.

Back in her fully mature body Lara pushed him back into a chair, straddling him and thrusting out her chest whilst grinding her hips against his. She could tell he was enjoying the view from the bulge in his pants. Looking down she saw she was dressed in a red halter top that pressed her breasts up and together quite nicely, showing more cleavage than she thought she had. Continuing down she saw she was wearing a short skirt that had ridden up so high it might as well not be there. Roth apparently thought the same, easily tearing it off and resting his rough palms on her gyrating hips before tracing up and down her arse and thighs. She wore a pair of red, uncharacteristically lacy panties that hugged her curves and highlighted the growing bulge at their front....Lara frowned. That wasn't supposed to...

But Roth had other plans. Gripping her bum and eliciting a squeal in the process, he effortlessly stood up while holding her to him. She slipped her arms around his back as he carried her away through the ships hallways, back to where she really wanted to be. As he walked he mauled her ass with his hands, rhythmically pressing the bulge in his pants against the matching one in Lara's. When they arrived in his bedroom she was ready to scream from the unsatisfied pressure threatening to tear through her panties. But she didn't. Roth was in charge. He could do whatever he wanted and she'd be a happy girl.

He laid her down on the bed, quickly pulling off his shirt and pants before sliding down on top of her, pinning her arms in place and looking down into her eyes. Her heart fluttered frantically as she felt his masculine weight press down on her. After a moment he leaned in and nuzzled her neck, bringing a gasp as she arched upwards into his ministrations. He nibbled his way up her neck to her ear, grazing her skin with his teeth and sending whispers of phantom pleasure spiraling out from his touch. When he reached her ear he took the lobe into his mouth, gently sucking on it before giving it a gentle bite and dragging his teeth over it as he withdrew.

Lara was on cloud nine, whimpering and wriggling against Roth's solid presence till she calmed down enough to notice he had pulled back. Though his face was just inches from her own he seemed to be looking down at her from some great height, bemusedly watching her look up at him in awe. He seemed so serene, so in control. It made her feel like a little girl in a variety of ways, waiting to be saved or to be told what to do, but right now she wanted to be the woman he would ravish. Undulating her body under his she very purposefully thrust her bulging crotch up into his, deftly wrapping her legs around his to press even closer. She grunted from the fleshy contact, gritting her teeth as an unfamiliar desire burned through her veins. It made her heart flutter and her breath come in short, unfulfilling gasps.

A flicker of movement from the doorway momentarily raised her from the lustful haze. She caught a glimpse of short black hair and a horrified expression before the figure was gone.

"Sam, Wait!" Lara tried to rise but Roth pushed her back onto the bed.

"Let her go, she had to find out sooner or later that this is what you really want..." he ground against her, leaning in for a kiss...