It so happened that they were together. Face to face in the impassable jungles of Bolivia. Lara Croft, the most famous tomb raider and Jack Burton, an adventurer, artifact hunter and a great lover of the fair sex. Burton liked all women without exception: brunettes, blondes, thin, plump ... But he did not tolerate Lara, it seems, at the gene level. He was annoyed and infuriated by absolutely everything in her: her beauty, her mind, her fame and, most importantly, the ability to always control the situation. “Just Rambo with tits” was his final verdict.
And so ... They are together, in search of the same artifact. The tacit rivalry, irreconcilable enmity and ... wild mutual passion, but each of them would rather die on the spot than admit it.
The two of them were sitting around the campfire, both lost, and it was dangerous to sleep alone in the jungle, both of them understood it.
Lara sat across from him, thoughtfully turning over some cards, papers ... Burton drank liquor straight from the flask, which he always carried with him. Taking another sip, he grinned and looked at Lara.
“You're a cool tomb raider, Croft, but this time you're just doomed.” Realize this, and look for adventure elsewhere.
Lara did not answer.
Burton continued:
- You have a cool figure and a pretty face, but, in fact, you are a man with tits, you will soon write standing up.
- Do not flatter yourself, Jack.
She had absolutely no mood to swear at him.
The night had finally fallen into the jungle, and somewhere high above them hung the starry sky, the forest was filled with mysterious sounds. Tomorrow I had to get up early.
“Good night, cowboy,” Lara glared at him and lay down in her sleeping bag - and don't bother to pester me at night.
“And who else here is flattered by himself ...” muttered Burton. And I thought that if Croft was a man, he would have long been properly stuffed her face. Eh! And why was he taught as a child not to beat a lady? Although, what the hell is he lady ... And the truth is, Rambo with tits ...
Burton climbed into his sleeping bag. But the dream did not go. He tossed from side to side, tried to “catch up” from the flask, began to count ... Stopping at a figure of three thousand some kind there, he cursed, got out of the bag and lit a cigarette.
Lara was asleep. In the light of the fire, one could see how her shoulders quietly fell and rose in a dream, and the wind stirred her disheveled hair. She lay with her back to him, occasionally tossing and turning in her sleep. “I wonder what she dreams of,” thought Burton. Suddenly, he was seized with an incomprehensible desire to hug her, kiss her, and finally feel the taste of those stinging lips and this rebellious body, which he hated and longed for at the same time. Maybe it worked the liquor he drank ... Burton did not know.
He approached her, quietly, so as not to wake him up and gently ran his hand over her shoulder. Lara did not wake up.
“Croft ...” he called softly.
Lara opened her eyes and turned to him.
Burton grabbed her by the shoulders, so unexpectedly that she did not even have time to react. Dramatically pulled her to him and kissed.
- Burton ... What the hell! - she wriggled out of his arms and gave him a tasty slap in the face.
He squeezed her shoulders even more, this time it was much harder to break free.
- Let go, damn you ... - Lara burst out.
He closed her mouth again with a kiss. With one hand grabbed both her hands, so that she could not free them, while the other held her close.
To her own surprise, Lara did not find the strength in herself, and most importantly, the desire to resist. For a while she was still trying to break out of his iron grip, but then she started kissing him while shouting curses at him. And it even more excited both. Burton pushed her into a spreading sleeping bag, leaning on her with the weight of her body. His hands slid over her waist, hips, breasts ...
Lara pulled off his shirt, while still kissing him.
“How I hate you ...” Burton breathed, kissing her neck.
- Mutually, a cowboy - Lara breathed in the same way - you are the ugliest disgusting man in my life.
He took off her shirt.
The flames of the fire shimmered on her bare breasts, with her nipples hardened with arousal.
- It is evident that you have not had sex for a long time, have you forgotten how this is done?
Lara slapped him on the cheek. And the next second, she unbuttoned his pants. In a minute they were both completely undressed.
Burton perfectly saw and felt how excited she was.
I saw it because in her eyes the desire mixed with anger was clearly visible, but I felt it because his hand was caressing him between his legs. Yes, she was simply overwhelmed with desire, expired with passion, and Burton enjoyed his power over her. Let him suffer, let him feel to the end what he had so long deprived herself of. He led a member between her legs, but did not enter her, thus bringing Lara to a state of slight insanity.
“Damn it, Burton, fuck me!” She almost screamed.
It was his victory. She gave up, she was almost hysterical.
He held her mouth for a long kiss and abruptly entered her. Burton did it so quickly and abruptly that Lara involuntarily screamed.
Another push, another ... Lara moaned and squirmed, and he frantically had it, sighing noisily. Burton pulled out his dick and rolled onto his back. He grabbed Lara, who had not yet had time to catch her breath, and mounted herself on horseback. Croft began to move intensively, more precisely, to ride him, holding her magnificent chest. A hot wave ran through my body, my heart pounded frantically, it hooted and beat somewhere in the abdomen ... Lara exhaustedly fell on him and choked in a silent orgasm. She lay breathless, but the game was not over.
As she lay on her stomach, Burton grabbed her under the arms and set her on all fours. After a tested orgasm, her hands trembled, and when Burton re-inserted his dick into her still throbbing bosom, she fell and leaned on her elbows.
Burton moved faster and faster and bit his lip so as not to shout from pleasure. The pace accelerated, the passion heated ... Burton took out his dick and hot sperm splashed her right on her back.
He let her go and Lara fell into complete impotence. She was lying on her stomach, clutching her hands in the stiff fabric of her sleeping bag, still trembling from her orgasm. Burton plopped down next to her. They silently looked at each other, not knowing what to say or what to do. Burton hugged her slightly, she laid her head on his chest and fell asleep. Jack too soon fell asleep.
He awoke to the cool breeze of the wind walking through his body. It was already dawn, the remains of a bonfire were smoking nearby, his clothes were lying around, an unfinished flask ... Lara was not there. There was neither her belongings, nor her backpack ... Next to him lay a sheet torn from a notebook, on which two words were written: “Thank you, cowboy ...”
To be continued...