The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism

I pulled back and thrust forward and she cried out loud enough that I briefly worried about the neighbors before remembering that she’d told me the walls were thick enough during our previous visit.

"Ah! Yes! Like that!"

I set a rhythm. Not too fast at first, letting her body adjust to the angle and the depth, but she wasn’t having any of that. Her heels dug into my lower back and her hips rolled to meet each thrust and the sounds coming out of her mouth were going straight to whatever part of my brain handled sexual decision-making.

"Faster," she demanded. "Come on. I won’t break."

"You sure?"

"Lukas Belmont if you don’t fuck me harder right now I swear to god I will—"

I snapped my hips forward and the rest of her threat dissolved into a broken moan.

Plap plap plap

The sound of our bodies meeting filled the small bathroom, wet and obscene, mixing with the spray of the shower and Sloane’s increasingly incoherent vocalizations. The tile under my hand was slick with condensation and I had to keep shifting my grip to maintain leverage but I wasn’t about to stop now.

Not when she looked like this.

Her face was flushed red from her cheeks down to her chest. Her mouth hung open on a series of gasps and moans that she wasn’t even trying to muffle anymore. Her eyes had gone hazy with pleasure, those sharp blue irises unfocused in a way I only ever saw in moments like this.

She was beautiful. She was devastating. She was mine.

"Lukas—" Her voice cracked on my name. "Harder. Please. I need—"

I gave her what she needed.

PLAP PLAP PLAP

The pace became brutal, each thrust driving her back against the wall with enough force that I’d probably have to apologize to whoever lived in the room behind us. But she wasn’t complaining. She was moaning and gasping and raking her nails down my back and meeting every thrust with a roll of her hips that proved she was just as desperate as I was.

"Yes yes yes right there don’t stop don’t you dare stop—"

I kissed her to swallow the sounds she was making. Our mouths met sloppily, more breath than contact, both of us too far gone for finesse. Her tongue swept against mine and I could taste the desperation in it, the need building between us like pressure in a sealed container.

"Sloane." I pulled back just enough to speak against her lips. "Look at me."

Her eyes focused on mine with visible effort. The blue was almost completely eclipsed by her pupils, dark and wanting.

"You’re mine," I said.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I’m yours." Her voice broke on a particularly deep thrust. "Ah! I’m yours, Lukas, I’m—"

I could feel her starting to shake. The trembling that meant she was close, her body coiling tighter with every thrust. Her walls gripped me like a vice and her legs squeezed around my waist and her fingers dug into my shoulders hard enough to bruise.

"That’s it." I kept the rhythm steady, driving into her with single-minded focus. "Come for me, Sloane."

"I can’t—it’s too—oh god—"

"You can. I’ve got you."

The sounds in the bathroom reached a fever pitch. Water splashing. Skin against skin. Sloane’s voice climbing higher and higher as she chased her release.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

"LUKAS!"

She came apart around me with a scream that would definitely be audible through the walls, thick or not. Her whole body seized up, back arching off the tile, internal muscles clamping down on me in waves that made stars burst behind my eyes.

I didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop. Not when she was still clenching around me and making these soft broken sounds and her body was trembling in my arms like she might fly apart if I let go.

"Too much," she gasped. "Lukas—sensitive—too—"

I slowed but didn’t stop completely. Long slow strokes that drew whimpers from her throat, working her through the aftershocks while chasing my own release. Her face had gone slack with overstimulation, tears mixing with the shower water on her cheeks, and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"One more," I said against her ear. "Give me one more."

"I can’t—"

"You can."

I adjusted the angle slightly. Found that spot inside her that made her gasp and jerk against me every time I hit it. Her protests dissolved into incoherent moaning as her body started building toward a second peak.

"Oh god. Oh fuck. Lukas—"

This time I could feel it building in both of us. The tension coiling tighter with every thrust, the heat spreading through my body from where we were joined. Her walls started fluttering around me again and I knew she was close, knew I was close, knew we were both about to tip over the edge.

"Together," I managed. "Sloane—"

"Yes—yes—"

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

She came with my name on her lips and I followed her over a second later, spilling inside her with a groan that felt like it was ripped from somewhere deep in my chest. The pleasure hit like a physical force, whiting out my vision and stealing my breath and turning my muscles to liquid.

For a long moment neither of us moved.

The shower continued to spray over us both, gradually cooling from hot to warm to something approaching lukewarm. Sloane’s body remained wrapped around mine, her face buried in my neck, her breathing coming in ragged gasps that slowly evened out.

"Sloane?"

"Mm."

"You okay?"

"Dead. You killed me. Call the academy. Tell them their star applicant has perished due to excessive orgasms."

"I feel like there are worse ways to go."

She laughed weakly against my throat. "Maybe. But now I have to file incident paperwork."

"Does Halloran actually have paperwork for that?"

"Probably. They have paperwork for everything else." She lifted her head to look at me, her eyes still hazy but returning to their normal sharp focus. "You’re still inside me."

"I noticed."

"The water’s getting cold."

"Also noticed."

"Are you planning to do something about either of those things?"