The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism

I pulled back from both of them, my breathing ragged and my control hanging by a thread. Diane looked up at me with that satisfied smile still playing on her lips, clearly pleased with herself for reducing me to this state. Sloane was flushed and wide-eyed beside her, looking proud of her own performance.

Yeah, no.

I reached down and grabbed Diane’s wrist, pulling her to her feet before she could react. Her eyes widened in surprise as I walked her backward toward the bed, and when I shoved her down onto the mattress she actually gasped.

The sound went straight to my cock.

"Lukas—" she started, but I cut her off by grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed. Her legs fell open and I positioned myself between them, my hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips.

Diane’s shock lasted about two seconds before her expression shifted into something that was pure approval. She propped herself up on her elbows, her pink hair falling around her shoulders and her blue eyes gleaming with that dangerous intelligence that made her so fucking hot.

She glanced at Sloane, who was still kneeling on the floor watching us with her mouth slightly open.

"Let mommy show you how a real woman takes contr—"

I thrust into her in one smooth motion and whatever she was about to say turned into a strangled moan that echoed off the walls. Her pussy clenched around me tight and wet and perfect, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from finishing right there.

Diane’s head fell back and her arms gave out, leaving her flat on the mattress with her legs wrapped around my waist. Her fingers twisted in the sheets and her entire body arched off the bed.

"Fuck," she breathed. "Lukas, you—oh god—"

I started moving, my hips snapping forward in a rhythm that was faster than I’d gone with her before. Usually I let Diane set the pace because she liked being in control, but right now I needed to make a point.

She wasn’t in control. I was.

Her pussy squeezed me with every thrust and the wet sounds of us moving together filled the room alongside her increasingly desperate moans. I’d learned her body over the past two weeks but this was different. This was me taking instead of her giving, and from the way she was falling apart beneath me she was really fucking into it.

"Yes," she gasped. "God, yes, just like that—"

I leaned over her, changing the angle so I was hitting deeper, and her nails raked down my back hard enough to sting. The pain mixed with pleasure and I thrust harder, watching her face contort as she struggled to maintain any composure at all.

Spoiler: she was failing spectacularly.

"Lukas," she moaned, and hearing my name in that breathy desperate tone made something primal coil in my gut. "Don’t stop, please don’t stop—"

I wasn’t planning on it.

My hands moved from her hips to her thighs, pushing them up and out so I could go even deeper. Diane cried out and her whole body shuddered, her inner walls fluttering around me in a way that made my vision blur.

"Look at me," I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.

Her eyes snapped open and locked onto mine. They were glazed and unfocused but the intelligence was still there underneath all the pleasure, sharp and present even as I fucked her into the mattress.

"Good girl," I told her, and the way her breath caught told me everything I needed to know about how much she liked hearing that from me.

Behind us Sloane made a sound that was halfway between a gasp and a moan. I glanced over my shoulder and found her still kneeling where we’d left her, but her hand had moved between her legs and she was touching herself while she watched.

The sight made my hips stutter.

Diane noticed too because she laughed, the sound breathless and wrecked. "See that, sugar? See what he does to me? This is what you’re—ah—what you’re competing with—"

"Not competing," I corrected, slamming into her hard enough to make her yelp. "Sharing. There’s a difference."

"Semantics," Diane gasped. Her legs tightened around my waist and pulled me deeper. "God, you feel so good—"

I could feel my own climax building but I wasn’t ready to finish yet. I wanted to make her come first, wanted to feel her fall apart around me before I let myself go.

My thumb found her clit and started rubbing in tight circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. Diane’s response was immediate and overwhelming. Her back arched completely off the bed and her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

"That’s it," I told her. "Come for me."

Her whole body went tight and then she was coming, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I saw stars. The sensation of her inner walls pulsing around me was almost enough to drag me over the edge with her, but I held on through sheer force of will.

I wanted to keep going. Wanted to make her come again before I finished because the sight of Diane Fitzgerald completely undone beneath me was something I needed burned into my memory forever.

When her orgasm finally subsided she collapsed back onto the mattress, her chest heaving and her skin flushed pink all the way down to her breasts. Her eyes were half-closed and satisfied, and when she looked at me there was something new in her expression.

Respect, maybe. Or approval. Or just really good sex haze.

Probably all three.

"You’re full of surprises," she said, her voice hoarse.

I pulled out of her slowly, watching her face as I did. She shivered and bit her lip, clearly sensitive from the orgasm, and when I was fully out she made a soft sound of protest.

"Not done yet," I told her. "Roll over."

Her eyebrows rose but she obeyed, turning onto her stomach and pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. The view of her ass in the air and her pussy still glistening with her arousal made my cock throb.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her back toward me, lining myself up and pushing back in without warning. Diane moaned and dropped down to her elbows, presenting herself to me in a way that was pure invitation.

"Harder," she breathed. "I can take it."

Challenge accepted.