Chapter 9 #2
“I mean…yeah…sort of, I guess.” She covers her face with her hands, looking so fucking cute as she blushes. “I guess I’ve always thought once I was married, I’d finally feel more of a desire to…you know?—"
Somehow that explanation leaves me with more questions than answers. I narrow my eyes. “I’m not sure I’m following…”
I drag a hand down my face and breathe a heavy sigh. I don’t know why I keep torturing myself by prying further. But there’s something so fucking hot about making her admit it out loud. About how difficult I know this is for her, and yet, she’s still answering simply because I asked the question.
“Ugh, this is so embarrassing!” She grunts, her hands still covering her face as she peeks at me between her fingers.
She accidentally flashes me a peek of her panties when she flips back upright in the chair. I wish I could say that I looked away, but the disappointment I feel when she tugs her dress back down has me holding my breath, waiting for her next movement in hope of another glimpse.
“You know, like the desire people feel in the romance novels.” She continues, “Maybe it sounds dumb, but I’ve never believed it was real. I mean, I’ve certainly never felt that way before.”
I hear warning bells, blaring through my ears, begging me to stop this conversation before it goes any further. But I’m too invested now. I find myself leaning closer, my cock growing painfully hard behind the zipper of my pants as I hang on to her every word.
“And I guess, I just thought that being married and finally not having the guilt behind having sex, would actually make me want to…”
“I’m sorry, but what the actual fuck?” I blurt before she says anything else to make this pathetic confession of hers any worse. “What kind of mental gymnastics did you have to do to come up with that theory?”
She stares back at me blinking, like she can’t figure out where my sudden mood shift came from.
Heat shoots through me as the arousal I was just feeling moments ago morphs into irritation.
Needing to distract myself, I spring to my feet and begin to pace. I decide I’ve had enough mind-altering substances for one evening, so I make a quick trip to the kitchen, returning with a couple of bottles of water.
This time, there’s a bite in my tone as I pass her the bottle of water. “Do you really believe that? Or is that what you had to tell yourself to stay with him?”
Her eyes narrow as she takes the water, but she doesn’t drink it, just sets it down on the coffee table. “You don’t have to be mean about it. I’m not sure you’re aware of this, but there’s no reward for being horny, Luka.”
I have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing in her face at the ridiculous jump she just made. Looks like Jimmy may have done her a bigger favor than I thought, if that’s the best argument she can come up with to defend herself.
I know I should just drop it, but I’m starting to enjoy seeing this side of her. I wonder just how far I can push her before she cracks.
“That’s too bad because that’s a competition I would dominate in.” I flash her a wink, and she lets out a huff before uncapping her water and taking a long drink.
My eyes narrow in on her throat as she swallows.
“Aren’t you full of yourself.” She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I’m sure all the women you sleep with would say the same thing.”
“Obviously,” I answer immediately. “The least I can do is make sure the person I’m fucking leaves feeling satisfied—a few times at the very least.”
“Yeah, right. Now I know you’re full of shit.” She waves me off as she gets up to refill her drink rather than asking me to.
At that, I nearly choke on my water. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She eyes me for a moment, then finally says, “It means that either you’re lying to yourself or you’re only sleeping with actresses. No woman’s really out there having multiple orgasms.”
My mouth drops open as I stare at her, waiting for her to tell me she’s kidding, but when she doesn’t say anything else, I realize she isn’t joking about this. She truly believes it.
Fucking hell.
Of all the things she could’ve said, she had to admit that? How the fuck am I supposed to be around her after she’s just tossed a challenge like that right in front of me?
Jesus Christ, the lengths I would go to prove to her just how wrong she is.
I blow out a heavy sigh, wishing I could rewind time and go back to a couple of minutes ago, before I knew just how pathetic her sex life actually is. “Tell me this,” I say as I scoot closer. “Has Jimmy ever made you orgasm?”
She scoffs a laugh, but she sounds more nervous than annoyed. “That is a wildly inappropriate question, not to mention it’s absolutely none of your business.”
“I’m going to take that as a no ,” I say without missing a beat. “And as your husband, I think your lack of sexual satisfaction is absolutely my business.” I sit back in my seat, propping an arm on the back of the sofa. “Especially when it’s clear how sexually frustrated all this is making you.”
This time, her eyes go wide, and she swallows a gulp. And there’s no denying the look of fear that flashes over her face. It’s only there for a moment, but it’s all I need to confirm everything I’ve already suspected.
“I am not sexually frustrated.” Her tone is clipped and knowing I’m getting under her skin gives me the rush I’ve been craving ever since I started teasing her. I breathe a sigh of relief, feeling myself slowly regain control.
I flash her a smirk in challenge. “Look, Girl Scout, I’m not trying to shame you—I’m simply trying to help.” I lean closer and whisper, “The first step is admitting you have a problem.”
She rolls her eyes. Once again, she tips her empty glass and sucks a piece of ice into her mouth. “You are such a cocky jerk.”
I hold my hands up in surrender. “No need to get defensive.” My eyes zero in on the ice cube she’s sucking on, making my cock grow even harder. “It’s embarrassing, I get it. I just want you to know that if you’re not getting your needs met, there are plenty of ways to help.”
She stalks toward me, the alcohol, no doubt, fueling her confidence as she pokes me hard in the chest, then shakes her finger out like it hurts. “You’re insufferably annoying. Do you know that?”
There she is. There’s the girl I remember.
Maybe there’s hope for her after all?
A pissed off Scout is about as terrifying as a feral kitten, hissing with her fur all fluffed up.
“I’ve been told once or twice.” I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face as I flick my eyes down to her. “But if I’m annoying you so badly, then why are you practically sitting in my lap?”
Her mouth drops open, forming a perfect O as she registers what I’ve just said, then she quickly snaps it shut.
She starts to scoot to the other side of the couch, but I slide my hand behind the back of her thigh, causing her to suck in a sharp breath. She goes completely still. “Whoa, what’s wrong?” I say in a whisper. “Did I hit a nerve?”
Her nose scrunches up as her face morphs into the cutest, most annoyed expression. “No, I don’t want to talk about it. I’m trying to end this conversation, but you keep bringing it up!”
I make an exaggerated show of propping my hands behind my head. “Like I said, it sounds like sexual frustration to me.”
“I am not sexually frustrated; now, can we please move on?”
“You know, I hear the words you’re saying, but your body language is telling me something different.
” To my utter delight, not only did she not retreat but somehow shifted closer.
Her velvety soft skin looks absolutely fuckable as her little yellow sun dress rides higher up her thighs.
I feel like every bit the criminal I’ve been labeled as, as I steal every glimpse I can.
“Oh, so you’re a body language expert now? Please tell me, Luka, what is my body telling you? I’d love to know,” she huffs out, her breath’s coming out strained.
Biting my lip, I drag my eyes from her flushed cheeks, down her neck, lingering on her chest.
“Judging by the flush of your cheeks, the change in your breathing…and the fact you’re practically in my lap,” I say, grabbing her arm before she can scoot away.
She lets out a small yelp but doesn’t brush me off.
“I don’t think you’re annoyed at all. In fact, I think this whole conversation has you more turned on than you know what to do with. ”
She sucks in a breath, her body going completely still as I tuck a strand of fallen hair behind her ear.
“Am I wrong? Tell me, if I reached between your legs right now, how wet would your pussy be?” In one swift motion, I tug her onto my lap. Her eyes go wide when she shifts her weight, and no doubt feels the outline of my achingly hard cock.
I keep my eyes trained on hers, silently daring her to look away. “You’ve got all this pent-up frustration buzzing beneath your skin, begging to be released. But you’re too afraid to let it out.”
“No, I don’t…” She starts to argue, but the subtle roll of her hips tells me a different story.
Fuck she feels so perfect.
“Tell me this, when was the last time you got yourself off?” I ask the question that’s been burning in the back of my mind ever since we sat down.
“I… I’m not sure.”
“How are you unsure? When was the last time you came, Scout?” I feel my heart rate begin to pick up as that burning desire inside of me starts to grow hotter.
She shakes her head. “I don’t know, I didn’t write it down.”
“Give me a ballpark estimation,” my voice comes out more desperate than I’d like, but I’m hanging on by a thread here.
“That’s not exactly something at the forefront of my mind, like it apparently is for you. Girls don’t need that the way guys do.”
“How long, Scout?”
Silence stretches between us, and her eyes drop as she chews on the inside of her lip. Her breath is barely more than a whisper when she says, “I think my body’s broken or something…”
The anger that burns in my chest only ignites more heat in my steadily growing arousal. Scout has no idea what she’s doing to me with these confessions. How am I supposed to resist?
I tilt her chin up, brushing my thumb over her plump bottom lip as I meet her trusting gaze. “Do you know what I think?”
“What?”
“I don’t even think you believe the bullshit you just told me.” My tone is soft, but my words are sharp, and it takes a couple of seconds before Scout’s tipsy brain registers them before she flinches.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
My hand is still on her jaw as I deepen my hold, my fingers slowly caressing as I cradle her thin neck.
“It means you’re full of shit and you’d rather gaslight yourself and try to make yourself believe that than face the truth.
That maybe the things that excite you aren’t the type of things good girls like you should want. ”
She swallows a gulp, and I can see the immense amount of effort it takes for her not to recoil beneath my touch, but despite the heaviness of her pulse, she doesn’t look away.
There’s something in the way that she looks up at me, a truth that flares in her eyes that tells me I hit the nail on the head with my assumption. I’d only meant to taunt her, to embarrass her a little. I knew she was naive, but I had no idea just how accurate my suspicions really were.
“If you must know… It’s not just…”
Suddenly, I find myself desperate to stop her before she gives my traitorous mind any more material to work with. I shake my head, my finger pressing against her lip to silence her. “Shh. Please don’t finish that sentence.”
The next thing I know, I’m standing, lifting her up right along with me and carrying her back to her room. “I think you’ve had enough excitement for one night.”
I put her on her bed, then drop to my knees to remove her shoes. I wish I were strong enough to help her into her pajamas, but that last almost confession has me so pent up it’s taking everything I have to keep my mind out of the gutter.
“Good night, Scout,” I say as I close the door and make a beeline straight to the shower. My hand is already on my cock before the water turns warm.