The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: 117 | All Eyez On Me [PS Bonus]

I stood and watched Diane push herself off the headboard with the kind of grace that made physics seem negotiable. Her body moved like water, all curves and controlled power, and the way her blue eyes locked onto me said she’d been patient long enough.

"Strip," she said.

Not a request. Not even a command, really. Just a statement of what was about to happen whether I cooperated or not.

I glanced at Sloane, who was still sprawled on the bed looking like she’d been hit by a truck full of endorphins. Her chest was still heaving, skin flushed everywhere, and when she caught me looking she managed a breathless smile that was equal parts satisfied and curious about what came next.

"Don’t keep her waiting," Sloane said. "She gets cranky."

"I do not get cranky."

"You absolutely do."

I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, then worked on my jeans. My hands were steadier than they had any right to be considering my heart was trying to punch through my ribcage. The fabric stuck on my hips because of course it did, because nothing could be smooth when two women were watching you undress like you were the main course.

When I finally kicked the jeans away and stood there in just my boxers, Diane’s gaze dropped to the obvious tent in the fabric and her smile went sharp.

"Those too."

I shoved them down and stepped out of them, and the relief of being free was immediate and slightly embarrassing given how hard I was already. I’d been half there since I’d started working on Sloane, and watching Diane strip while listening to Sloane fall apart had done the rest of the work.

Diane crossed the distance between us in three steps, her hips swaying in a way that would’ve looked ridiculous on anyone else but on her just looked like she owned the entire room. She stopped close enough that I could feel her body heat, close enough that when she breathed her chest almost brushed mine.

"You made her scream," she said quietly. "That’s good. I like knowing you pay attention."

"Hard not to pay attention to her."

"Mmm." She reached down and wrapped her fingers around me, her grip firm and confident in a way that made my brain short-circuit. "But I’m not her. So let’s see if you remember what I like."

Before I could respond she dropped to her knees in one smooth motion that made my pulse spike so hard I saw stars. The sight of her kneeling there, completely naked, her pink hair falling around her face and her blue eyes locked on mine with absolute focus, was enough to make me forget my own name.

"Fuck," I breathed.

She smiled. "Not yet. First, you’re going to stand there and let me take care of you."

Her hand stroked me once, slow and deliberate, and the sensation shot up my spine like lightning. I’d had her mouth on me before, multiple times over the past two weeks, but something about doing it here with Sloane watching made everything sharper and more intense.

Behind me I heard the rustle of sheets as Sloane shifted, probably sitting up to get a better view. The knowledge that she was watching sent a thrill through me that I didn’t want to examine too closely.

Diane leaned forward and dragged her tongue along my length from base to tip, maintaining eye contact the entire time. The wet heat of her mouth combined with the visual of her kneeling there made my knees weak.

"Jesus Christ," I muttered.

Then she took me into her mouth in one smooth motion, sinking down until I hit the back of her throat and she didn’t even flinch. The sound she made was obscene, a wet gluck that echoed in the quiet room, and the sensation of being completely surrounded by her heat made my head fall back.

Slurp. Gluck. Slurp.

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