The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 361

Chapter 361: 361 | What Comes After the Best Orgasm of Her Life

"That’s it." I pulled her ass forward, made her grind harder. "Come for me, Felicity."

"Haah... haaah... Lukas..." Her movements had lost all rhythm, becoming jerky and desperate. Her thighs shook against my hips. Her hands clawed at my back through my shirt. "I’m... I’m gonna... MMNNN!"

I sealed her mouth with mine right as she came, swallowing the sound of her release. Her whole body seized against me, hips bucking wildly, inner thighs clamping around my waist with strength I hadn’t expected. I felt the additional wetness flood through her underwear, through my shorts, evidence of exactly how hard she’d peaked.

The kiss turned sloppy, more breathing than contact, as she rode out the aftershocks against me. Little tremors ran through her body every few seconds, making her twitch and gasp and clutch at me like I was the only solid thing in a world that had gone liquid.

"Oh my god." The words came out slurred, drunk on pleasure. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..."

"Felicity."

"Mmm?" She lifted her head. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused. Her smile was the dopiest thing I’d ever seen on a face that usually projected nothing but sharp intelligence.

"That was just the preview."

She laughed, the sound warm and genuine, still catching her breath between the words. "Are you seriously quoting the movie theater metaphor at me right now? While I’m sitting in your lap with your hands on my ass?"

"Context felt right."

"You’re such an asshole." But the smile didn’t fade, and her hips kept moving in those slow, lazy circles against me even though she’d already peaked. The aftershocks were still rippling through her system, making her movements uncoordinated and honest. "A beautiful, talented, infuriating asshole who just gave me the best orgasm of my life while a superhero movie played in the background."

"The best?" I kept my tone neutral. "That’s a specific claim."

"Oh my god, don’t fish for compliments."

"Not fishing. Establishing a baseline." I squeezed her ass again, felt the full-body shiver that ran through her in response. "So I know what I’m competing with next time."

Next time.

The words sat between us, heavy with implications neither of us had explicitly agreed to yet. I watched the post-orgasm haze in her eyes clear by degrees, replaced by something sharper and more exposed. More real.

"Lukas." The lightness dropped out of her voice entirely. "What is this? Like, actually."

I could have deflected. Could have made the joke, changed the register, pulled us both back to safer conversational ground. The Oracle Feed had given me three separate opening lines that would have redirected this conversation toward something easier.

But Felicity Hardy had just come apart in my lap while trusting me completely, and she deserved better than the easy version of this answer.

"This is whatever we decide it is." I held her gaze, kept my voice level. "I have a girlfriend. You know that already. She knows I’m here with you tonight. She doesn’t know this happened, obviously, but she knows you exist and she knows we’re spending time together. And before you ask the next logical question, yes, things are complicated. Yes, there are other women in my life. Yes, this entire situation is the exact kind of interpersonal disaster that makes smart people turn around and walk in the opposite direction."

"But?"

"But I like you." The admission landed easier than I thought it would. Genuine. "Not because you’re gorgeous, or because that Aspect of yours runs at a frequency that makes every room you walk into look at you. Not because you make me laugh, though you do. I like the version of you that exists when you stop being what everyone wants to see. The real Felicity. The one who spent her entire childhood learning to be charming because charming was the only currency that made people stay."

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