The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 360

Chapter 360: 360 | This Was About Want

My hands had been behaving themselves on her waist. That needed to change.

I slid them down, over the curve of her hips, under the hem of her bunched-up skirt. The stockings were softer than I’d expected, smooth synthetic warmth stretched over the firm muscle of her thighs. I traced higher, found the edge where stocking met bare skin, and heard her moan into my mouth when my fingers crossed that boundary.

"Ahh... yes..."

Her ass filled my palms like it had been designed to fit there. Round and firm from conditioning sessions, soft enough to give when I squeezed, covered by nothing but thin cotton underwear that was already damp against my knuckles. I kneaded the flesh, spread her cheeks slightly, felt her grind down harder against the growing bulge in my shorts.

"God, Lukas..." She was panting now, grinding against me with a rhythm that was getting increasingly desperate. "Your hands feel so good..."

I squeezed harder. She moaned louder.

On screen, the Tokyo hero team was probably doing something dramatic. I couldn’t have told you what if my life depended on it. My entire existence had narrowed to the weight of Felicity Hardy in my lap, the heat of her center grinding against my cock, the sounds she made when I touched her exactly right.

"Haah... haah..." Her breathing had gone ragged, each exhale punctuated by a soft sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper. "Don’t stop... don’t you dare stop..."

I pulled her ass forward, changing the angle of her grind, and she practically collapsed against me. Her forehead fell to my shoulder, her hips moving in tight little circles that rubbed her clit against my shaft through our clothes.

"Mmmnnn..." The moan came out muffled against my neck. "Right there... just like that..."

I could feel how wet she was getting. The dampness had soaked through her underwear, creating a slick friction that made every movement feel like too much and not enough at the same time. Her hands clutched at my shoulders like she’d fall if she let go.

"Felicity." My voice came out rough, barely recognizable. "Look at me."

She lifted her head. In the flickering light her face was flushed, her lips swollen from kissing, her eyes glazed with something that had nothing to do with the movie playing behind us. Her blonde ponytail had come loose, sending strands of golden hair across her cheeks and into her mouth.

She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

"You’re so pretty when you’re desperate," I said.

"Shut up." But she was grinning, breathless and wild. "You’re one to talk. I can feel how hard you are."

"Your fault."

"God, I hope so."

She kissed me again, hungrier than before, and her hips started moving faster. The wet sounds of her grinding against me mixed with her moans, with my groans, with the distant soundtrack of heroic bullshit that neither of us cared about anymore.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify