Page 35 of Don't Make Me Beg
Her nose scrunches up as her face morphs into the cutest, most annoyed expression. “No, I don’t want to talk about it. I’m trying to end this conversation, but you keep bringing it up!”
I make an exaggerated show of propping my hands behind my head. “Like I said, it sounds like sexual frustration to me.”
“I am not sexually frustrated; now, can we please move on?”
“You know, I hear the words you’re saying, but your body language is telling me something different.” To my utter delight, not only did she not retreat but somehow shifted closer. Her velvety soft skin looks absolutely fuckable as her little yellow sun dress rides higher up her thighs. I feel like every bit the criminal I’ve been labeled as, as I steal every glimpse I can.
“Oh, so you’re a body language expert now? Please tell me, Luka, what is my body telling you? I’d love to know,” she huffs out, her breath’s coming out strained.
Biting my lip, I drag my eyes from her flushed cheeks, down her neck, lingering on her chest.
“Judging by the flush of your cheeks, the change in your breathing…and the fact you’re practically in my lap,” I say, grabbing her arm before she can scoot away. She lets out a small yelp but doesn’t brush me off. “I don’t think you’re annoyed at all. In fact, I think this whole conversation has you more turned on than you know what to do with.”
She sucks in a breath, her body going completely still as I tuck a strand of fallen hair behind her ear.
“Am I wrong? Tell me, if I reached between your legs right now, how wet would your pussy be?” In one swift motion, I tugher onto my lap. Her eyes go wide when she shifts her weight, and no doubt feels the outline of my achingly hard cock.
I keep my eyes trained on hers, silently daring her to look away. “You’ve got all this pent-up frustration buzzing beneath your skin, begging to be released. But you’re too afraid to let it out.”
“No, I don’t…” She starts to argue, but the subtle roll of her hips tells me a different story.
Fuck she feels so perfect.
“Tell me this, when was the last time you got yourself off?” I ask the question that’s been burning in the back of my mind ever since we sat down.
“I… I’m not sure.”
“How are you unsure? When was the last time you came, Scout?” I feel my heart rate begin to pick up as that burning desire inside of me starts to grow hotter.
She shakes her head. “I don’t know, I didn’t write it down.”
“Give me a ballpark estimation,” my voice comes out more desperate than I’d like, but I’m hanging on by a thread here.
“That’s not exactly something at the forefront of my mind, like it apparently is for you. Girls don’t need that the way guys do.”
“How long, Scout?”
Silence stretches between us, and her eyes drop as she chews on the inside of her lip. Her breath is barely more than a whisper when she says, “I think my body’s broken or something…”
The anger that burns in my chest only ignites more heat in my steadily growing arousal. Scout has no idea what she’s doing to me with these confessions. How am I supposed to resist?
I tilt her chin up, brushing my thumb over her plump bottom lip as I meet her trusting gaze. “Do you know what I think?”
“What?”
“I don’t even think you believe the bullshit you just told me.” My tone is soft, but my words are sharp, and it takes a couple of seconds before Scout’s tipsy brain registers them before she flinches.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
My hand is still on her jaw as I deepen my hold, my fingers slowly caressing as I cradle her thin neck. “It means you’re full of shit and you’d rather gaslight yourself and try to make yourself believe that than face the truth. That maybe the things that excite you aren’t the type of things good girls like you should want.”
She swallows a gulp, and I can see the immense amount of effort it takes for her not to recoil beneath my touch, but despite the heaviness of her pulse, she doesn’t look away.
There’s something in the way that she looks up at me, a truth that flares in her eyes that tells me I hit the nail on the head with my assumption. I’d only meant to taunt her, to embarrass her a little. I knew she was naive, but I had no idea just how accurate my suspicions really were.
“If you must know… It’s not just…”
Suddenly, I find myself desperate to stop her before she gives my traitorous mind any more material to work with. I shake my head, my finger pressing against her lip to silence her. “Shh. Please don’t finish that sentence.”
