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As soon as my hand moves away, she lets out a whimper, her hips wriggling like she’s searching for me.
The broken whimper she lets out when I pull away nearly undoes me. But I clench my jaw and resist the urge to dive between her thighs just to hear it again.
My eyes are glued to her chest, her puckered nipples sticking out against the fabric of her t-shirt as her breathing begins to quicken. Her legs shift from side to side as she thrashes, making her shirt rise, revealing soft, delicate skin that begs to be touched.
She’s completely clothed, and still it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
I have to fist my cock just to keep from touching her.
Fucking hell! What have I gotten myself into?
CHAPTER TWENTY
Scout
Every cell in my body is on fire as I try to force myself to lie still, hating how easily I’ve fallen into Luka’s trap. The storm outside sounds like it’s growing stronger, the sharp taps of rain pelting against the windows, as the wind whirls through the tree branches. I can feel every crack of thunder in my bones, the low rumbles rippling through me soon to become giant waves.
My heartbeat is violent in my ears, and my skin aches to be touched.
I suck in a breath at the feel of something gently trailing over my arm, but I can’t quite make out what. Fingers? Something softer than that? I realize I’m doing exactly what Luka said, I’m overthinking, so I catch the thought and simply allow it to float away. I instantly feel my muscles begin to relax a little more.
His touch drags across my foot, and I flinch when I feel his hand gently squeeze my foot. “Cute Hello Kitty socks,” he says, voice laced with amusement. “I think I’ll let you keep these on.”
I should find his shameless teasing annoying, but right now I’m too turned on to be annoyed. There’s something so excitingabout not knowing when or where I’ll feel him next, being completely cut off from part of my brain. It allows me to feel so much deeper, making nonsexual touches feel like so much more.
I have to force myself not to wiggle right off this bench as he massages each foot for just a moment, ending with a tight squeeze.
“Look at you behaving so well for me.” His voice is like warm honey dripping down my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut, my stomach clenching as I brace myself for his next touch.
It comes a moment later, his fingers gently trailing along my neck before they dip beneath the collar of my t-shirt. My pulse skyrockets when he begins to trace my collar bones, his touch barely enough pressure to register and yet more erotic than I’ve ever felt.
My body twitches, my back bucking involuntarily as if trying to deepen the pressure of his touch.
“I need you to breathe, sweetheart.” And if I wasn’t already glitching with need, his added layer of sweetness has me almost panting. My belly swoops at the endearment.
I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath, and on his next touch, I suck in a deep inhale, biting my lip as the fury of growing need crackles beneath my skin.
“Now I want you to take off your shorts.”
I hesitate, as if it takes a moment for my body to remember I’m free to move my arms, then move to unclasp my denim shorts. And even though I can’t see him, I can feel his heat. I know he’s standing beside me. My trembling fingers struggle with the button on my shorts until Luka’s hands take over. He unclasps the button with ease, and as he undoes my zipper, I feel the vibration rattling all the way to my toes.
This time, he doesn’t wait for me to attempt to remove my shorts; he simply tugs them off in one fell swoop.
Chill bumps erupt over my exposed skin at the loss of the warm layer. I feel myself falling a little deeper, and I almost forget where I am, forget who I am. The sensation grows thicker, as if I’m not a body and somehow only a body, like I’m just a soul floating in darkness.
“So, fucking gorgeous.” He drags his fingers over my leg, all the way up my thigh, stopping just before he reaches my panties. My pussy clenches and my legs part all on their own as I mentally beg him to touch me.
“Look at you, so touch starved you’re practically begging for it, aren’t you?” His fingers trace along the hem of my panties, and my back arches off the bench all on its own. “As much as I’d love to give you what you clearly want, I think what you really need is to learn how to make yourself come.”
The disappointment I feel is heavy, and Luka must sense it because his chuckle vibrates through my ears, and he brushes damp hair from my forehead. “Don’t act so disappointed. I’ll be right here, coaching you through it.”
“Spread your legs a little for me… Good, just like that,” he says as my body opens for him with eagerness. “Now I want you to touch yourself over your panties.”
It’s as if nothing else matters; everything inside of me needs to please him. I don’t even have to think before my hand’s moving between my legs. My aching clit pulses with need, and the moment my fingers make contact, a rush of pleasure shoots through my core.
I massage myself in slow circles, feeling my muscles clench as electric bands of pleasure fire through me. It’s as if I’m discovering a new sensation, like it’s not my hands touching me but someone else’s.
“Goddamn, baby, you’re so fucking desperate, aren’t you? You’re doing such a good job playing with your pretty pussy, but you need more, don’t you?”
