Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Scout
“Fuck it.” Luka’s lips crash into mine, and there’s nothing sweet or tender about the way he kisses me.
The moment our lips meet, it’s like lightning crashes through me, sharp and all-consuming.
My whole body aches with need. I’m an ember reigniting, and he’s the oxygen in my lungs, fueling me, fanning the spark until I’m a full-blown inferno, ready to devour everything in my path.
We collapse onto the bed as he cradles the back of my neck in one hand while his other hand grips my waist in a death-like grip, like he’s still trying to compose himself.
I can feel his body shaking as he holds himself over me, trying not to crush me under his weight and trying to keep himself under control.
But I don’t want his control. I want everything he has to give me.
I’ve spent my whole life suppressing the feelings that were too big to understand, the words I couldn’t say, using whatever means necessary to get out of my head.
But these feelings have me charging head-on.
I want to dive in headfirst, to jump before I’m ready, and to surrender to the unknown, trusting that Luka will be there to catch me on the other side.
I wrap a leg around his waist, pulling his hard erection against me, needing to eliminate any space between us as my hips begin to rock.
The delicious friction sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me, and it feels so incredible I can’t get enough.
I deepen the pressure, arching my back as I grind against him, as he swallows my needy moans and whimpers.
Luka’s hand slides up my t-shirt, his palm cradling my rib cage as he brushes a thumb, gently caressing the swell of my breast while grinding his hard cock into my swollen clit.
Our kisses grow frenzied, my body grinding and squirming beneath his, as I drag my fingernails down his back. I’m desperate, starved out of my mind—and all I want is for him to take me, to own me, to claim me in every way.
I reach for his t-shirt, breaking our kiss long enough to tug it over his head. Luka sits up and does the same to me, sucking in a gasp as he leans back, as if taking a moment to fully appreciate the sight before him.
“Jesus, Scout, your tits are somehow even better than I imagined,” he groans before diving back in for another kiss. His hands roam up my waist, painfully slow, despite my squirming and bucking, trying to get him to touch me.
I feel his lips smile against mine, like he knows I’m frustrated that he won’t touch me, as he continues to dry hump me within an inch of my life.
It feels so good, but I need more. I need his hands on me; I need him inside me. I’m so tired of all the waiting and teasing. I’m a fiend, and if he doesn’t touch me soon, I think I may explode.
Luka sits up, his eyes dark and full of need as his hand moves to my neck as he gently traces a finger between my breasts.
I arch my back, letting out a desperate whimper, my arms raising over my head, needing him to touch me anywhere…
everywhere . I am completely topless, my body convulsing beneath him with need, and I feel the heat in his eyes as he takes his fill, like he’s trying to memorize every freckle and curve.
“Please, Luka. Please. I need you. I need your hands on me,” I finally manage, begging him to put me out of my misery.
There’s a flash of heat in his eyes as he looks from my breasts to my wild gaze, and for a brief moment it almost looks like confusion—like he’s trying to decide how far to take this. I shake my head, unwilling to let his conscience kick in.
“Luka. I need you. Please,” I say desperately.
His eyes darken, and I see the moment he shifts, pushing his conscience to the backseat. He dives back down, his lips kissing and sucking my neck as his hands move to cup my breasts.
I arch my neck, giving him better access as his frantic kisses turn into nibbles as he sucks and bites me, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure to every cell in my body. He palms my breast in one hand as his other hand slides down to my boxer shorts, his fingers inching below the hem.
“Seriously, no panties? Are you trying to fucking kill me?” He grunts when his finger breaches beneath the boxers, and I can’t help but smile at his reaction.
It’s not that I was expecting this to happen, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about Luka touching me and accidentally discovering I’ve been walking around the house with no underwear.
He tugs the shorts down my legs and tosses them across the room with a growl, leaving me in nothing but my Hello Kitty socks. I begin working the button of his jeans and manage to get them loose before he grabs my hands, his eyes searching mine, the silent question passing between us.
My response comes when I lean up, capturing his lips with mine. I suck his bottom lip in my mouth, biting it hard and distracting him as I pull his zipper down. His massive cock springs free because Luka’s not wearing any underwear either.
“Oh, baby, you’re going to regret that,” he hisses as he shrugs out of his jeans, kicking them off so that his hard cock rubs against my bare pussy.
The sensation is almost too much to take as I grind myself against him, painting his hard shaft with my slick heat.
“Fucking hell, baby. You’re going to make me come if you keep grinding that pretty pussy on me like a needy whore.” When I reach to take his shaft in my hand, he catches my wrist, securing both of my arms over my head with one hand while he traces his torturous fingers over my body.
I buck my hips, letting out a desperate moan as I seek any friction I can get. My clit pulses and throbs, and I’ve never felt so achingly empty.
“Please,” I plead, not even caring how desperate I may look.
Luka breathes in a deep breath, his hand still pinning both of mine above my head as he cradles my neck with the other. It feels so possessive, so dangerous, and I lift my chin, silently urging him to tighten his grip—my eyes begging him to give me what I’m so desperately asking for.
“You want me to fuck you? Is that it?”
My eyelids flutter closed, and I nod, then I feel a sharp pinch to my nipple. I don’t even recognize the moan that escapes me.
“You fucking love the pain, don’t you, baby?” He pinches me again, this time harder than the first time, and I buck off the bed, my breath shallow and rapid as I squirm against his hold.
“Normally I’d drag this out, torture you until you can’t take anymore before I fuck you, but if I don’t get my cock inside you, I think I might die,” he says as he lines the thick head of his cock up with my entrance.
He reaches for something inside the side table, pulling out a foil packet and tearing it open with his teeth. My eyes go wide as I watch him roll the condom down his thick length, and for the first time since we started this push and pull, I start panicking.
But then the blunt tip is back at my aching entrance, and all I can think about is how desperate I am to finally be filled. I squirm as best as I can from underneath his hold, rubbing against him.
“Look at how fucking desperate you are. Eyes on me, baby. I want to see your face when I shove my giant cock inside this tight little pussy.”
I blink up at him, lips parting on a shaky breath as I force myself to relax.
“Please,” I whisper again, and that’s all it takes.
Luka drops his head, keeping my wrists pinned with one hand, squeezing my hip to hold me in place as he holds nothing back.
In one thrust, he drives his thick cock inside me before pulling it out and driving all the way back in again.
Searing pain shoots through me in every direction. Tears fill my eyes as a guttural sound escapes my throat. I bite my lip, trying to hold back a scream as the feeling of a searing hot fire poker rips through me.
Luka makes his own pained groan, but when he looks up, the pleasure on his face contorts to concern.
His eyes drop to where our bodies are connected. “Jesus, Scout. Fuck, baby, you’re bleeding…” He pulls out of me, and I see the moment the recognition washes over his face. “You were a…”
He moves to sit back up as he runs a hand through his hair, like he’s trying to figure out what to do next.
Tears sting my eyes, and I bury my face in my hands, needing to hide my shame and embarrassment. My chest aches as humiliation sears through me, twisting and tearing my heart to shreds. It’s so much worse than any physical pain I’ve ever felt.
Luka grabs my hands, pulling them down, like he’s trying to read my expression. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me?” He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t have been so rough with you… I wouldn’t have…”
“You wouldn’t have done anything if you knew,” I answer for him. “You would’ve mocked me and teased me about it… But you wouldn’t have touched me. You may try to act like an asshole, Luka, but you’re not half as hateful as you’d like everyone to think you are.”
“Fuck, baby, come here.” He grabs me, pulling me up as he wraps both of his arms around me.
His tenderness only makes my tears grow heavier. I let him hold me, and he rocks me in his arms, planting gentle kisses on top of my head. “Shh. I’ve got you. Everything’s going to be okay,” he whispers through my sobs.
It’s only when I’m sitting up that I see what he sees, the bright red blood that stains the white bedding, covering both of us. It looks more like someone’s been stabbed than having sex for the first time. No wonder he’s freaking out right now.
“Goddammit, Scout, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” he scolds, but he doesn’t loosen his hold on me.
This time, I don’t even try to explain myself because how can I? What am I really supposed to say? I wanted him to be the one to do it? I was embarrassed to still be a virgin? I was hoping he wouldn’t notice? I needed it to hurt?
Somehow, all that makes it sound so much worse…
“Come on.” Luka’s hands move to cradle me as he stands from the bed, lifting me like I weigh nothing. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, and I rest my head against his chest as he carries me to the bathroom.
I don’t fight him when he starts drawing my bath. After what I just did, I know he needs to do this.
I just hope he can forgive me for lying to him, because I’d really like a chance to do that again.