Page 69 of Don't Make Me Beg
I think I’ll play with her a little more first.
“Feels good, huh? I’m glad to see that my chair’s taking care of you.” My eyes zero in on her hips, the way she’s rolling them without even realizing she’s doing it. “You keep grinding that sweet pussy in front of me like this and I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself.” The words fly out before I can think to stop them.
Scout’s eyelids flutter open, her body going completely still, and I once again find myself holding my breath as I wait for her reaction.
“You wish,” she says, throwing my own teasing words back at me with a wink.
My pulse pounds in my ears as I blink at her, frozen in shock by her sudden brazenness.
“Hell, I think this chair’s brought me closer to having an orgasm than anyone else ever has…” Her words trail off as she bites her lip, that crimson blush returning to her cheeks as she glances over at me. “Can I have it?”
I shake my head, feeling confused. Surely, I must’ve misheard her just now. “What was that?”
“The chair.” She points at the chair she’s sitting in. “Can I have it? You’re a billionaire. Pretty sure you can afford a new one.”
I clear my throat, trying to redirect the blood that’s now rushing exclusively to my cock. “No, not that.” I lean in, my voice dropping. “You said something about the chair being the closest to get you to orgasm.” I tilt my head. “What does that mean?”
She shakes her head and waves me off. “Never mind.”
“Ah ah. You can’t just drop a bomb like that and not explain.”
“Luka, come on, are you seriously going to make me say it?”
I cross my arms over my chest as I stare back at her. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. Now spill.”
“Fine. But you have to promise you won’t make fun of me.”
“Come on, you know I can’t promise that.” I hold up my hands. “How about this—I’ll only tease you if you deserve it. Deal?”
She taps her finger to her lip like she’s considering it, then finally shrugs. “I guess that’s the best I’m going to get.”
I nod, feeling my mouth go dry as I wait for her to explain what I really hope is an epic misunderstanding. But deep down, I know it’s not.
Please don’t let my suspicions be correct…
She glances over her shoulder like she’s making sure no one can hear her. “I’ve never actually been able to… you know…” Her eyes widen like she’s trying to make me understand where she’s going.
Suddenly, I don’t feel so high anymore. Nope, this conversation has sobered me right up. I lean forward, propping my elbows on my knees as my leg shakes with all the energy it’s taking to hold myself back.
I find myself torn between not wanting to cross anymore lines tonight and dying to prod her, to see if I’m understanding her the way I think I am.
“Wait…” I lean in, blinking like I must’ve misheard her. “Are you saying that you’ve never had an orgasm? During sex?” My body is vibrating so hard I feel my vision starting to get blurry.
She nods ever so slowly, then covers her mouth as she bursts into a fit of giggles. “You should see your face right now. You look like I just told you I’m really an alien or something.”
I don’t even blink.
It feels like I’ve just been punched in the stomach. Like all my air’s been knocked from my lungs.
I stare at the gorgeous woman sitting in front of me, wondering how the fuck that’s even possible. She reaches for the joint that I forgot I was still holding and takes another puff. This time, it’s her blowing the smoke in my face.
I drag my fingers through my hair and let out a frustrated sigh, trying like hell to keep my ass glued to my own goddamn chair. “You mean with a guy, right? Like you’ve never been able to orgasm just from sex?”
Her head tilts to the side like a puppy as she eyes me curiously. “Well, technically, yes…”
I choke on my inhale and slap my chest to catch my breath. “Please tell me that you’re fucking with me?”
She points a finger at me and narrows her eyes. “Hey, you said you wouldn’t make fun of me. Don’t you orgasm-shame me, Luka Kingsley.”
