Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
Scout
Every cell in my body is on fire as I try to force myself to lie still, hating how easily I’ve fallen into Luka’s trap.
The storm outside sounds like it’s growing stronger, the sharp taps of rain pelting against the windows, as the wind whirls through the tree branches.
I can feel every crack of thunder in my bones, the low rumbles rippling through me soon to become giant waves.
My heartbeat is violent in my ears, and my skin aches to be touched.
I suck in a breath at the feel of something gently trailing over my arm, but I can’t quite make out what.
Fingers? Something softer than that? I realize I’m doing exactly what Luka said, I’m overthinking, so I catch the thought and simply allow it to float away.
I instantly feel my muscles begin to relax a little more.
His touch drags across my foot, and I flinch when I feel his hand gently squeeze my foot. “Cute Hello Kitty socks,” he says, voice laced with amusement. “I think I’ll let you keep these on.”
I should find his shameless teasing annoying, but right now I’m too turned on to be annoyed.
There’s something so exciting about not knowing when or where I’ll feel him next, being completely cut off from part of my brain.
It allows me to feel so much deeper, making nonsexual touches feel like so much more.
I have to force myself not to wiggle right off this bench as he massages each foot for just a moment, ending with a tight squeeze.
“Look at you behaving so well for me.” His voice is like warm honey dripping down my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut, my stomach clenching as I brace myself for his next touch.
It comes a moment later, his fingers gently trailing along my neck before they dip beneath the collar of my t-shirt. My pulse skyrockets when he begins to trace my collar bones, his touch barely enough pressure to register and yet more erotic than I’ve ever felt.
My body twitches, my back bucking involuntarily as if trying to deepen the pressure of his touch.
“I need you to breathe, sweetheart.” And if I wasn’t already glitching with need, his added layer of sweetness has me almost panting. My belly swoops at the endearment.
I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath, and on his next touch, I suck in a deep inhale, biting my lip as the fury of growing need crackles beneath my skin.
“Now I want you to take off your shorts.”
I hesitate, as if it takes a moment for my body to remember I’m free to move my arms, then move to unclasp my denim shorts.
And even though I can’t see him, I can feel his heat.
I know he’s standing beside me. My trembling fingers struggle with the button on my shorts until Luka’s hands take over.
He unclasps the button with ease, and as he undoes my zipper, I feel the vibration rattling all the way to my toes.
This time, he doesn’t wait for me to attempt to remove my shorts; he simply tugs them off in one fell swoop.
Chill bumps erupt over my exposed skin at the loss of the warm layer. I feel myself falling a little deeper, and I almost forget where I am, forget who I am. The sensation grows thicker, as if I’m not a body and somehow only a body, like I’m just a soul floating in darkness.
“So, fucking gorgeous.” He drags his fingers over my leg, all the way up my thigh, stopping just before he reaches my panties. My pussy clenches and my legs part all on their own as I mentally beg him to touch me.
“Look at you, so touch starved you’re practically begging for it, aren’t you?” His fingers trace along the hem of my panties, and my back arches off the bench all on its own. “As much as I’d love to give you what you clearly want, I think what you really need is to learn how to make yourself come.”
The disappointment I feel is heavy, and Luka must sense it because his chuckle vibrates through my ears, and he brushes damp hair from my forehead. “Don’t act so disappointed. I’ll be right here, coaching you through it.”
“Spread your legs a little for me… Good, just like that,” he says as my body opens for him with eagerness. “Now I want you to touch yourself over your panties.”
It’s as if nothing else matters; everything inside of me needs to please him. I don’t even have to think before my hand’s moving between my legs. My aching clit pulses with need, and the moment my fingers make contact, a rush of pleasure shoots through my core.
I massage myself in slow circles, feeling my muscles clench as electric bands of pleasure fire through me. It’s as if I’m discovering a new sensation, like it’s not my hands touching me but someone else’s.
“Goddamn, baby, you’re so fucking desperate, aren’t you? You’re doing such a good job playing with your pretty pussy, but you need more, don’t you?”
A whimper of a cry escapes my lips as my fingers work at a furious pace, my touch growing deeper and more frantic by the second.
I feel Luka’s finger hook beneath my panties, but rather than pulling them down he just holds the damp fabric away from me.
“Jesus, Scout, you’re so fucking wet.” For a moment I think he’s going to break his rule and touch me.
But then he blows out a breath and finally says, “Let me see you rub your needy clit.”
Without hesitation, I dip my fingers beneath my panties, and do as I’m told, rubbing delicious circles over my sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Fuck me,” he grunts under his breath. “You’re not making this easy on me.
” I nearly fly off the bench when I feel his hand move over my hip.
This time, his touch is far from gentle.
His fingers curl into my soft flesh in a possessive grip that’s almost painful, and the sensation adds an extra layer of need to my rapidly growing desire.
My fingers return to my clit, and Luka was right, I am wet.
My fingers glide over my clit as I fall deeper into the warm darkness, silently urging Luka’s hand to move down, for his fingers to be the ones that touch me.
But his grip only tightens. It’s as if he doesn’t trust himself not to break his own rules.
“Jesus, baby, you should see the mess you’re making on my bench. Fuck, what I’d give to taste you right now.” I suck in a gasp when I feel his hand slide beneath the hem of my shirt before pulling it up over my bra.
I writhe even more, feeling impossibly more aroused as I try to imagine the expression on his face, wishing I could see his reaction to my thin, matching light pink lacy bra.
Does he like what he sees? Does he find me sexy?
“Goddammit, Scout. How are you this fucking perfect?” he rasps, the heat in his voice edged with something feral. Pride blooms in my chest knowing he likes what he sees.
My back bucks so hard I nearly fly off the seat when I feel a sharp pinch on my nipple. I don’t even recognize the moan that escapes my throat. The pain is both shocking and grounding at the same time, reminding me that I’m not the one in control.
“Fuck, how did I know you’d like a little pain mixed in with your pleasure?” His thumb soothes the ache away as he gently brushes it over my hard, sensitive nipple. Then he pinches my other nipple, letting out a hiss as he rubs the sting away.
The added sensation sends me hurling toward the cliff I’ve been desperately chasing, and I feel my stomach grow warmer; it’s a charged heat vibrating through every nerve ending in my body.
“That’s it, baby, rub your clit. Just like that.” His encouraging words have my brain short-circuiting as I circle my fingers, finding a rhythm that has warmth pooling at the base of my spine.
I fight through whimpers and moans as I try to catch my breath, my body coiling with growing need. The sound of my fingers sliding through my slick arousal only adds an extra layer of eroticism to the whole experience.
“Fuck, baby, do you hear that? Do you hear how fucking wet you are?” Luka’s warm breath tickles the shell of my ear, making me suck in a hiss.
I try to imagine his expression as he watches me touch myself.
It feels so dirty being on display like this while he watches me fully clothed.
I should be ashamed of myself for going along with this, but the thought of it only excites me more.
“Now I want you to slide one finger inside and curl it toward your belly button.”
I pause for a moment, then do as he tells me, slowly dipping my middle finger inside.
I curl my finger just like Luka instructs, and this time, I feel a different sensation beginning to build.
It’s gentler but somehow more intense at the same time.
I hear Luka groan beside me as I continue the motion.
“Now add another finger,” he says, and this time I don’t hesitate as I slide a second finger inside. It’s a tight fit and it stings at first, but luckily, my fingers are small, so it feels more pleasurable than uncomfortable.
A delicious heaviness builds inside me, like effervescent bubbles rushing to the surface, and soon my hips are bucking and thrashing as I chase the pleasure like a shameless fiend. I don’t even recognize my voice as I whimper and pant, my desperation growing to a level I’ve never felt.
“You have no idea how fucking jealous I am of your fingers right now,” Luka croaks out, before his hand clamps down on my wrist. He pulls my hand away, and then I feel the warmth of his mouth closing over my fingers as he swirls his tongue around them.
He sucks my fingers clean, and the vibration of his moan shoots straight to my aching clit.
I wish it was his mouth that was touching me.
“Luka… Please…” I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. His hands? His mouth? For him to tell me how to touch myself and what to do next? All I know is I need relief. I need it more than I’ve needed anything, and I’m so desperate I’d do anything to finally get it.