Lawson smiled, grabbed the suitcase, and started helping "Alexandra Daddario" up the narrow stairs.
"What should I call you, miss?"
"Blake Gaines." (Alexandra Daddario as Blake Gaines)
"Gaines? Any relation to Mrs. Gaines in the building?"
"That's my mom! You know her?"
What are the odds?
Mrs. Gaines was the middle-aged knockout who'd moved in across the hall from him a few weeks back. Classy, quiet, no nasty habits, no blasting music at 3 a.m.—they'd been on good terms since day one. In this freak-show building full of junkies, dealers, working girls, and wannabe Hollywood dreamers, a quiet neighbor was pure gold. Lawson had lost count of the shouting matches he'd had with the rest of the tenants.
"Yeah, she lives right across from me. Brought over homemade pizza when she first moved in."
Americans loved that welcome-neighbor-with-food tradition. Lawson scored free pizza out of it—tasted better than most takeout.
"What a coinciden—ow!"
"You okay?"
"My ankle… I think I sprained it."
Blake winced hard. She couldn't put weight on it. The stairwell was too narrow for him to support her and drag the suitcase at the same time.
Lawson crouched in front of her. "Hop on. I'll carry you up."
Blake blinked. "You're gonna carry me?"
"How else are you getting upstairs? Stairs are too tight."
She eyed the narrow passage, realized he was right, hesitated half a second, then draped herself over his back.
The second she did, Lawson felt the full, warm weight of two massive, soft tits pressing against his spine through her thin white tank top. Highly… stimulating.
With a rack like that she wasn't exactly light. Good thing he'd been hitting the weights since landing in 2000s America. He might look lean, but he wasn't weak.
"Um… am I too heavy?" Blake asked, embarrassed by his steady breathing against her ear.
Lawson knew better than to agree. Rookie mistake.
"Nah. Just had a few drinks at the bar tonight. Has nothing to do with you."
Blake breathed him in slowly. Whiskey mixed with clean masculine scent—warm skin, faint cologne, pure man. Nothing like the heavy body odor of the white guys her age back at Caltech. It made her head spin.
The stairwell was pitch black except for the thin beam of his flashlight. Every step made her heavy tits squash tighter against his back, hard nipples dragging across his shoulder blades. Heat pooled low in her belly. Her thighs clenched around his hips.
Halfway up the second flight she couldn't take it anymore.
"Lawson… wait," she whispered, voice shaky.
He stopped on the small landing between floors. Before he could ask what was wrong, Blake slid off his back, spun him around with surprising strength, and pushed him gently against the wall.
Her bright blue eyes were huge in the dark, shining with nervous hunger.
"I… I've never done anything like this," she breathed, cheeks burning. "But you smell so fucking good… and you're so strong…"
She rose on her tiptoes, cupped his face with both hands, and kissed him.
It wasn't shy. It was hot, desperate, and wet. Her soft lips parted instantly, tongue sliding into his mouth like she'd been dying to taste him. Lawson stayed perfectly still—no initiating—but he didn't pull away. He let her devour him, tongues tangling, her little moans vibrating into his mouth while her massive tits crushed against his chest.
Blake broke the kiss with a gasp, lips shiny, breathing hard.
"God… I can't stop…"
Her hands slid down his body, trembling as she dropped to her knees right there on the dirty landing. The flashlight clattered to the floor, beam pointing up and casting wild shadows. Blake looked up at him with those innocent Alexandra Daddario eyes—angel face, filthy intention.
She tugged his belt open with clumsy, eager fingers, yanked his zipper down, and freed his thick, already-hard cock. It sprang out heavy and flushed, inches from her parted lips.
"Oh my God…" she whispered, voice awed. "You're huge…"
She didn't hesitate. Blake leaned in and took him into her warm, wet mouth in one smooth motion—half his length disappearing between those plump lips. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling around the thick head like she was starving for him. A soft, needy moan vibrated straight down his shaft as she bobbed once, twice, taking him deeper, spit already shining on her chin and dripping onto her tank top.
"Mmmph—" Her blue eyes watered but never left his. She gave three more hungry, sloppy sucks, throat tightening around him, before pulling off with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her glistening lips to his throbbing cock.
Blake licked her lips, breathing ragged.
"I… I want more later," she panted, voice husky. "But Mom's waiting…"
She quickly tucked him back into his pants with shaking hands, zipped him up, then stood on wobbly legs. Her face was flushed crimson, nipples rock-hard through her shirt, a dark wet spot already forming between her thighs.
Lawson just watched her, following the Three No's to the letter—didn't start it, didn't stop it, didn't take responsibility. But the heat in his eyes told her everything.
Blake bit her lip, grabbed his hand, and whispered, "Carry me the rest of the way… please?"
He lifted her onto his back again. This time her arms wrapped tighter around his neck, her breath hot against his ear the entire climb.
When they finally reached the third floor, right in front of Mrs. Gaines' door, Blake's voice was still shaky.
"Lawson… you're gonna have to knock. My hands are busy holding you."
Knock, knock, knock!
"Who is it? Who's there?"
Mrs. Gaines called out from inside, sounding terrified. Late-night knock in this neighborhood was horror-movie shit. If Lawson was in her shoes he'd have had his gun drawn.
"Mom, it's me!"
"Blake?"
Recognizing her daughter's voice, Mrs. Gaines whipped the door open—only to see Lawson giving Blake a piggyback ride.
"Blake? Lawson? What are you two…"
Seeing her mom's suspicious look, Blake knew she'd gotten the wrong idea. "Mom, I tripped on the stairs and twisted my ankle. Lawson helped carry me up!"
Mrs. Gaines gave her daughter an exasperated look. "Then why are you still on him?"
Blake suddenly realized she could've gotten down already. Blushing hard, she slid off Lawson's back in a hurry.
"Careful!" Lawson warned.
Blake hissed in pain. Mrs. Gaines saw her face scrunch up and knew it was a bad sprain.
"How could you be so careless? Lawson, could you help me get her inside?"
"Sure thing, Mrs. Gaines."
Lawson supported Blake into the apartment and helped her onto the couch. Mrs. Gaines grabbed the first-aid kit from the bathroom and sprayed pain-relieving freeze spray on the swollen ankle.
"Honestly, Blake! You should be at Caltech. Why'd you come all the way out here?"
"Mom! You suddenly ran away from home—Dad and I were worried sick! Ow!"
Mrs. Gaines kept her face stern, gripping Blake's foot and rubbing it firmly. She clearly knew what she was doing—pro technique.
"Hold still! So he called and told you I moved out? Gave you this address?"
Oho, juicy family drama. Lawson stood off to the side, pretending he was invisible.
"Uh, yeah… Dad told me where you lived…"
Blake was way too green. Mrs. Gaines pulled the truth out of her in three sentences.
"And? Why didn't that bastard come himself? Why send you out here in the middle of the night?"
Absolute loaded question. Even Lawson would've been sweating trying to dodge that one. For an innocent college kid like Blake, it was a death trap.
Backed into a corner, Blake blinked her beautiful blue eyes and played the cute card. "Mom, aren't you happy to see me?"
The daughter's puppy-dog act melted Mrs. Gaines' stern expression instantly. "You… just don't show up unannounced next time!"
Mother and daughter hugged it out. Lawson felt like the third wheel, so he coughed twice to signal his exit.
"Cough! Mrs. Gaines, since Blake's safe, I'll head back."
Mrs. Gaines suddenly remembered he was still standing there and quickly thanked him. "Lawson, thank you so much! Blake's always been a bit clumsy. If it weren't for you…"
"Mom! I'm not clumsy!"
"Oh really? You tripped over your own feet walking up stairs!"
"The stairwell was pitch black!"
"And you don't carry a flashlight?"