Page 74 of Don't Make Me Beg
A whimper of a cry escapes my lips as my fingers work at a furious pace, my touch growing deeper and more frantic by the second.
I feel Luka’s finger hook beneath my panties, but rather than pulling them down he just holds the damp fabric away from me. “Jesus, Scout, you’re so fucking wet.” For a moment I think he’s going to break his rule and touch me. But then he blows out a breath and finally says, “Let me see you rub your needy clit.”
Without hesitation, I dip my fingers beneath my panties, and do as I’m told, rubbing delicious circles over my sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Fuck me,” he grunts under his breath. “You’re not making this easy on me.” I nearly fly off the bench when I feel his hand move over my hip. This time, his touch is far from gentle. His fingers curl into my soft flesh in a possessive grip that’s almost painful, and the sensation adds an extra layer of need to my rapidly growing desire.
My fingers return to my clit, and Luka was right, I am wet. My fingers glide over my clit as I fall deeper into the warm darkness, silently urging Luka’s hand to move down, for his fingers to be the ones that touch me. But his grip only tightens. It’s as if he doesn’t trust himself not to break his own rules.
“Jesus, baby, you should see the mess you’re making on my bench. Fuck, what I’d give to taste you right now.” I suck in a gasp when I feel his hand slide beneath the hem of my shirt before pulling it up over my bra.
I writhe even more, feeling impossibly more aroused as I try to imagine the expression on his face, wishing I could see his reaction to my thin, matching light pink lacy bra.
Does he like what he sees? Does he find me sexy?
“Goddammit, Scout. How are you this fucking perfect?” he rasps, the heat in his voice edged with something feral. Pride blooms in my chest knowing he likes what he sees.
My back bucks so hard I nearly fly off the seat when I feel a sharp pinch on my nipple. I don’t even recognize the moan that escapes my throat. The pain is both shocking and grounding at the same time, reminding me that I’m not the one in control.
“Fuck, how did I know you’d like a little pain mixed in with your pleasure?” His thumb soothes the ache away as he gently brushes it over my hard, sensitive nipple. Then he pinches my other nipple, letting out a hiss as he rubs the sting away.
The added sensation sends me hurling toward the cliff I’ve been desperately chasing, and I feel my stomach grow warmer; it’s a charged heat vibrating through every nerve ending in my body.
“That’s it, baby, rub your clit. Just like that.” His encouraging words have my brain short-circuiting as I circle my fingers, finding a rhythm that has warmth pooling at the base of my spine.
I fight through whimpers and moans as I try to catch my breath, my body coiling with growing need. The sound of my fingers sliding through my slick arousal only adds an extra layer of eroticism to the whole experience.
“Fuck, baby, do you hear that? Do you hear how fucking wet you are?” Luka’s warm breath tickles the shell of my ear, making me suck in a hiss. I try to imagine his expression as he watches me touch myself. It feels so dirty being on display like this while he watches me fully clothed. I should be ashamed of myself for going along with this, but the thought of it only excites me more.
“Now I want you to slide one finger inside and curl it toward your belly button.”
I pause for a moment, then do as he tells me, slowly dipping my middle finger inside. I curl my finger just like Luka instructs, and this time, I feel a different sensation beginning to build. It’s gentler but somehow more intense at the same time. I hear Luka groan beside me as I continue the motion.
“Now add another finger,” he says, and this time I don’t hesitate as I slide a second finger inside. It’s a tight fit and it stings at first, but luckily, my fingers are small, so it feels more pleasurable than uncomfortable.
A delicious heaviness builds inside me, like effervescent bubbles rushing to the surface, and soon my hips are bucking and thrashing as I chase the pleasure like a shameless fiend. I don’t even recognize my voice as I whimper and pant, my desperation growing to a level I’ve never felt.
“You have no idea how fucking jealous I am of your fingers right now,” Luka croaks out, before his hand clamps down on my wrist. He pulls my hand away, and then I feel the warmth of his mouth closing over my fingers as he swirls his tongue around them. He sucks my fingers clean, and the vibration of his moan shoots straight to my aching clit. I wish it was his mouth that was touching me.
“Luka… Please…” I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. His hands? His mouth? For him to tell me how to touch myself and what to do next? All I know is I need relief. I need it more than I’ve needed anything, and I’m so desperate I’d do anything to finally get it.
His hand slides over my neck; his grip isn’t tight, but it possesses me all the same. I melt into him, thrashing my head side to side as I buck my hips, desperate for anything and everything he can give me. My skin begs to be touched, and my nipples ache for pain or pleasure, I’m not sure, maybe a mixture of both.
“Christ, woman, what are you doing to me?” He growls out, and then I hear his breathing catch as he lets out another low growl.
I wet my lips and crane my neck to give him better access to my throat, welcoming his possessive grip to claim me, to mark me as his own. I’ve never felt more desperate than I do in thismoment. I don’t even care what I must look like; I can’t think of anything besides how badly I crave his touch, how desperate I am to finally find the relief I’ve been craving.
His breathing grows quicker as he hisses under his breath like he’s fighting a battle in his mind that I can’t see. As if understanding what I need, his grip tightens around my neck, and I feel his shaking movements as he lets out another pained grunt.
Then I hear a familiar sound… A sound I’d recognize anywhere.
The falling rain muffles out the soft slapping sounds that perfectly align with Luka’s shallow breaths. My ears perk up as I realize what he’s doing.
A fresh wave of heat rolls through me, every nerve alive with want as I picture Luka’s hand stroking himself. I circle my clit again, and the sound that leaves me is pure, desperate need. Shockwaves of pleasure rip through my core, sending ripples of electric heat in every direction. My legs fall open, needing more, more, more as the violent currents of pleasure pulse through my shaking limbs.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God, Luka.” I cry out, not even knowing what I’m asking of him, but needing him all the same. I let out a high-pitched moan that echoes against the windows as I feel myself falling back down from my blissed-out release.
“Fuck yeah. That’s it. Come on, baby, don’t stop. You know you want another one,” Luka hisses before his strained grunts turn to moans, and I can hear in his voice that he’s close.
