The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism

I felt her pussy clench around me like a fist, rippling in waves as she came. Her back arched off the bed, her eyes rolling back. The sound that tore from her throat wasn’t a scream or a moan – it was primal, something between a howl and a sob.

"LUKAS—!"

Little pops of energy sparked from her fingertips where they dug into my shoulders. Not enough to hurt, just small amber explosions against my skin that matched the rhythm of her orgasm. Her Aspect slipping out of control as she lost herself completely.

"Fuck!" I groaned, the sensation of her pulsing around me too much to handle.

Her walls gripped me in spasms, squeezing so tight it was almost painful. Each contraction milked my cock like she was designed specifically for this purpose – for me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I buried myself to the hilt, my vision going white at the edges as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

"Sloane," I panted, emptying myself inside her. "Holy shit, Sloane."

Her legs wouldn’t stop shaking. They trembled uncontrollably around my waist, her thighs quivering with aftershocks. Her whole body convulsed beneath mine, little sparks still popping from her fingers against my back.

The Oracle Feed notified me her Temptation Gauge had jumped to eighty-four percent. I dismissed it without reading the details. I didn’t need a system to tell me what I already knew – we’d crossed a threshold here, and there was no going back.

She whimpered something unintelligible, her eyes still closed, face slack with pleasure. I leaned down to kiss her softly, swallowing her little sounds as her body continued to tremble.

"You okay?" I murmured against her lips.

"Mmm," she managed, not quite words yet. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused and dazed.

I kissed her again, gently this time. Sweet, almost chaste compared to what we’d just done. She responded sluggishly, her lips moving against mine like she was drunk. I trailed kisses across her cheek, down her jaw, along her throat, feeling her pulse hammer against my lips.

"That was..." She trailed off, still catching her breath.

"Yeah," I agreed, knowing exactly what she meant.

I shifted my weight, preparing to pull out, when I realized something was off. The sheets beneath us were soaked. Not just damp – absolutely drenched. I looked down between our bodies and saw that Sloane had squirted during her orgasm. The sheets were soaked with her release, clear fluid pooled beneath her hips.

Her eyes followed mine, widening in horror when she realized what had happened.

"Did I just—" She cut herself off, face going from flushed pink to scarlet. "Oh my god, I think I peed! I’m so sorry!"

I couldn’t help it. I laughed.

"Lukas!" She smacked my chest, mortified. "This isn’t funny! Get off me!"

"Relax," I said, still chuckling as I carefully pulled out of her. "You didn’t pee. You squirted. It’s totally different."

"I what?" Her voice was small, confused.

"Squirted. It happens sometimes when a girl comes really hard." I grabbed a towel from her desk chair and passed it to her. "It’s basically just proof that I did my job right."

She snatched the towel from my hands, pressing it between her legs with a grimace. "That’s a real thing? I thought that was just in porn!"

"Very real." I stretched, feeling pleasantly loose-limbed and heavy. "And pretty hot, honestly."

Her face cycled through emotions faster than I could track them – embarrassment gave way to confusion, then horror, then anger. Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"This is your fault!" she accused, jabbing a finger at my chest. "If you hadn’t—if you didn’t—"

"Make you come so hard you soaked the bed?" I supplied helpfully.

"If you hadn’t cum inside me, this wouldn’t have happened!" Her voice rose an octave, indignant and embarrassed.

I couldn’t keep the smirk off my face. "Pretty sure that’s not how it works."

"Don’t act all smug! I have to change these sheets now, and I have no idea how to explain this to my mom if she notices!"

"Your mom’s not back until tomorrow night," I reminded her. "Plenty of time for laundry."

"That’s not the point!" She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look intimidating while naked and flushed. It wasn’t working. "You’re the worst."

Instead of arguing, I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking lightly. Her anger dissolved instantly, replaced by a sharp gasp.

"Oh!" Her head fell back against the pillow, her tirade forgotten. "That’s—that’s not fair."

"You were saying?" I murmured around her breast, flicking my tongue across the hardened peak.

"I was..." She lost her train of thought as I sucked harder, her fingers threading through my hair. "Fuck, Lukas."

I smiled against her skin. So predictable. For all her fire and bluster, Sloane Fitzgerald melted like ice cream in summer when touched the right way. I’d learned that much in the past two weeks.

Her breathing quickened again, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand drifted down her stomach. She was absolutely soaked between her legs, a mixture of her arousal and my cum leaking out of her.

"Wait," she said, pushing weakly at my shoulders. "I can’t go again right away. I need a minute."

I lifted my head, taking in her flushed face and swollen lips. Her pink hair was a tangled mess around her head, and she’d never looked more beautiful.

"Okay," I agreed, flopping onto my back beside her. "We’ve got all night."

She curled against my side, her head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine. For someone so fiery and combative most of the time, post-orgasm Sloane was surprisingly cuddly.

"Did you mean to?" she asked after a moment of silence.

"Mean to what?"

"Finish inside me." Her voice was small, uncertain. "We didn’t talk about that before."

Shit. She was right. In the heat of the moment, I hadn’t even thought about it. My mind flashed to Diane, who started insisting I pull out despite having a copper IUD.

"I didn’t think about it," I admitted. "I got caught up. I’m sorry. Are you worried about...?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"I’m on the pill," she said quickly. "Have been since I was fifteen. My period was really irregular and heavy because of my Aspect, so mom put me on it."

Relief washed through me. "Good. That’s good. Still, I should have asked first."

"It’s okay." She traced patterns on my chest with her fingertip. "I liked it. A lot, actually."

The admission sent a jolt of heat through me despite having just finished. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." She buried her face against my neck, embarrassed by her own honesty. "Don’t make me say it again."