The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism

I grabbed her hips and thrust into her from behind in one smooth motion.

She screamed into the pillow.

I didn’t go slow this time. Couldn’t. The angle was too perfect, too deep. I could feel her everywhere — hot and tight and gripping me like she was trying to pull me even deeper.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she chanted breathlessly. "Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop."

I reached around and found her clit with my fingers. She jerked like she’d been electrocuted, her whole body going taut as a bowstring.

"Lukas, I’m—"

"I know."

"I’m going to—"

"Come for me."

She did.

Her orgasm hit like a controlled detonation. Her body clamped down around me so hard I saw actual stars. She screamed my name into the pillow, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, her back arching as every muscle went rigid before melting all at once.

I didn’t stop moving through it. Couldn’t. I kept thrusting, drawing out her orgasm until she was sobbing with overstimulation.

"Too much," she gasped desperately. "Lukas, it’s too much."

"You can take it."

"I can’t. I really can’t—" Her words dissolved into another moan as I hit that perfect spot again. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I think I’m going to come again."

"Good."

"That’s not supposed to happen so quickly."

"Says who?"

Her second orgasm was quieter than the first but somehow more intense. I felt it in the way her body rippled around me, in the way her hands fisted desperately in the sheets, in the broken sound that escaped her throat.

"Lukas," she whimpered. "I really can’t take any more."

"One more."

"No."

"Yes."

I pulled out and she made a genuinely desperate sound of loss. I flipped her onto her back again, taking in her flushed face and sweaty hair. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. She looked completely wrecked in the best possible way.

"You’re actually trying to kill me," she accused weakly.

"Not yet."

I pushed back inside and she was so oversensitive that even that gentle movement made her gasp sharply.

"Look at me," I commanded.

She did, her blue eyes locking onto mine with visible effort.

I started moving again, slower this time but deeper. I wanted to watch her face, to see every expression that crossed her features.

"I love you," I said.

Her eyes went impossibly wide. "Lukas—"

"I love you, Sloane."

"You’re just saying that because we’re—"

"I’m saying it because it’s true."

I leaned down and kissed her with everything I had. She melted into it completely, her legs wrapping around my waist, her hands tangling in my hair and holding me close.

When I pulled back, there were tears tracking down her cheeks.

"Hey," I said softly, concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She sniffled slightly. "I’m just — this is overwhelming."

"Too overwhelming? We can stop."

"No. It’s perfect." She pulled me down for another kiss, this one softer. "Everything about this is perfect."

I could feel my own orgasm building steadily, coiling low in my spine and getting harder to hold back with each thrust.

"Sloane," I groaned. "I’m getting close."

"Me too."

"Where do you want me to—"

"Inside." Her hands moved to my ass, holding me deep. "I want you to come inside me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I’m on birth control, remember?" She kissed along my jaw. "I want to feel you come inside me. I want all of it."

That was all it took.

My orgasm hit like lightning — white-hot and absolutely consuming. I buried myself as deep as I could possibly go and came harder than I ever had in my life. I could feel it flooding her, filling her completely, so much that it started leaking out around where we were still joined.

Sloane’s third orgasm followed immediately after mine. Her body milked me perfectly, drawing out every last drop while she cried out my name. She was crying again, but this time purely from overwhelming pleasure.

When it finally stopped, I collapsed on top of her. We were both breathing like we’d just sprinted a marathon.

"Holy shit," she whispered shakily.

"Yeah."

"That was—"

"I know."

We lay there tangled together, my cock still inside her as it gradually softened. I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break this perfect moment.

Eventually she pushed weakly at my chest. "You’re crushing me."

"You love it."

"I’m going to suffocate under you."

I rolled off her reluctantly. The movement made us both hiss as oversensitive parts protested. She immediately curled into my side, her head finding its place on my chest, pink hair sticking to her face with sweat.

"I’m completely exhausted," she mumbled against my skin.

"Good."

"Did I—" She paused uncertainly. "Was I okay? Did I do it right?"

I looked down at her in disbelief. "Are you seriously asking me that question right now?"

"I just meant—" Her face went red again. "Was I better than her?"

"Sloane."

"Never mind. Forget I asked. Stupid question."

I tilted her chin up, making her meet my eyes. "You weren’t better than her. You were completely different from her. And I loved every single second of it."

"That’s not really an answer."

"Yes, it is." I kissed her forehead gently. "You’re not competing with anyone. You’re you. That’s exactly what I want."

She studied my face carefully, looking for any hint of deception. Finally, she nodded slowly. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." She tucked herself closer against my side. "But just for the record? You’re mine now."

I laughed. "Duly noted."

We lay there in comfortable silence. The room smelled like sex and the lingering sweetness of strawberries from breakfast. The sheets were completely destroyed. So were we, in the best possible way.

My phone buzzed from somewhere on the floor where my clothes had been discarded. Probably Diane checking in, making sure I’d managed to fix things with Sloane like she’d obviously expected me to.

I ignored it completely.

Sloane made a small, satisfied sound against my chest. "We really need to shower before anything else."

"Later."

"I’m sticky everywhere."

"So am I."

"Lukas."

"Five more minutes."

She huffed but didn’t make any move to get up. "Fine. Five minutes. But then we’re definitely showering and changing these sheets before Mom gets home."

"Deal."

Her hand traced lazy, abstract patterns on my chest. "Do you really love me?"

"Yeah."

"Even though I’m a complete brat?"

"Especially because you’re a brat."

She smiled against my skin. "That’s the perfect answer."