Page 49 of All Superheroes Need PR
“Nessa.” His eyes blaze white as he roars my name against my temple. The namehegave me.
I’ve always had a complicated relationship with my name, but from his lips, that single uttered word makes me feel like I truly belong tohim, claiming me in a way that the first people who ever knew me had no desire to. No. This name is his name for his Nessa, and it makes me feel like I’m the first Vanessa who was ever born into existence. That no other Vanessa ever mattered before me.
At least not to him.
And it’s a beautiful feeling.
His fingers slip out of me as he loses himself to his own pleasure, and my core clenches in the aftershocks. I feel electricity shoot through every nerve in my body as my clit takes me higher. I don’t know if it’s a third orgasm or if the second or even the first never ended, but I think I might black out, lost to whatever incantation he’s thrown over me like a blanket. Distantly I hear him groan, speaking or cursing in a language I don’t know as he reaches his own nirvana.
My eyes open seconds or minutes later; I’m not even sure. He’s draped all over me, his still-erect penis wedged between us, a hot smattering of his cum warming my lower belly ...
His face is contorted in an expression only the foolish would believe was pain, and he’s slowing. His thrusts are gentling, the movements either a gentle rocking or an abrupt spasm. His muscles are easing, but only a little. He’s cradling my head while his harsh breaths mingle with my desperate ones, and ... I can’t look at him. I need to get out of here.
He releases a final moan before stilling, spasming, and then stilling again. He leans in and bites my earlobe. I’m going to burst. It’s too much. From the first moment he looked at me in the boardroom, I should have known that same brutal, punishing intensity would translate to everything he does. The way he makes love. Maybe even the way he loves.
“You okay?” His words are a whisper spoken into the darkness of my hair.
I nod, blinking manically up at the ceiling fan like a crazy person.
“I take it too far?” he says, thrusting against my soft belly.
I shake my head.
“I hurt you?” He stills on that, even after I shake my head again.
His lips push against my cheek, and he tracks kisses from my jaw below my ear up to my nose. My own lips are floundering, desperate to respond, but he doesn’t return to them. Instead, he pulls back and looks into my eyes briefly, and then again for a little longer. His brows knit together, and I know what he’s going to say before he says it, and I curl my fingers into his sides, and I remember finally that I do, in fact, have arms. I dent his skin with my nails in my determination for him to hear my words and not think what it is that he’s thinking.
“I’m okay. I promise.” I’m better than okay, but I don’t think I can manage any more words than these. My throat is all gooey, and so are my legs. I can feel them trembling and spasming as he slowly peels himself off my body, his gaze on my face. He doesn’t believe me. He’s looking rejected ... crushed. I can’t bear it.
“You’re a lot,” I say, and my voice catches. My hands are shaking, and I rub my face, feeling like such a loser—that I’m about to lose something very precious to me. “For me.” I hiccup.
I finish rubbing the heat out of my eyes, trying to stamp it like a runaway ember, sure that he’s going to be disgusted this time when I meet his eyes. No guy wants a woman falling apart in his bed after dry humping. We didn’t even fuck. What am I gonna do if we ever get to that point? I’ll have to check myself into a mental hospital because my therapist doesn’t get paid enough to handle the mess that I am, and I definitely can’t take this to group.
But when I lower my hands and tuck them into my chest, my boobs still flying free, his cum still wet and smeared over my lower half, I see the strangest thing. He’s smiling. His head is cocked to the side, and his expression is easy, bordering on sweet. “Baby, you’ve got no fucking clue what you do to me. No tears, okay?”
Sniffling, I nod anyway.
“I mean it. You start crying, and I’m gonna have to fuck you.” My brain shorts. Should I ... cry then? I feel my expression scrunch, and he laughs, and when his head tips back and his white teeth flash, he looks like an entirely different man—uh, male. “Don’t tempt me, Nessa.”
“Why not?”
He leans in close and kisses my T-shirt-covered shoulder before yanking the material back down to cover my chest. “I’m not ready.” He groans and rolls off my body and onto his back. “Besides, you gotta buy me dinner first.”
I smile, and just like that, the tension breaks. I feel the loss of his heat when he pulls away from me and performs a casual sweep of my body before running his own hand over his face. “Fuck.” Panic licks at me. I wait for him to tell me something’s wrong, that he’s my client, he regrets it, he’s out of my league, we’re not the same species—but he says, “I made a mess of you.”
He reaches for the hem of my underwear and strokes his pointer finger over my belly, gathering his own cum on his fingertip. His gaze drops to my mouth, and he whispers, “Open.”
I open. He slides his finger into my mouth, and I taste his salty flavor, sucking his finger clean until he pops it out of my mouth. His pupils, big as they are, have dilated even further, and the light pink that they were fades even more to white. “Think I’m also gonna need a taste.”
Before I can decipher what he means, he moves down the bed, hooks my knees over his shoulders, and buries his face between my thighs. Something tears. I think it’s my underwear. But I don’t give a shit about that as he makes me come again with the hard pressure of his tongue on my clit. I’m completely unprepared for it, and when he’s finished with me, his beard is soaked. He’s kneeling in a similar position to the one he started in, hand stroking up and down his cock. His foreskin is fully drawn back again, and he looks prepared to go back on what he told me earlier. That was ages ago anyway. I spread my legs just a little bit, and he slaps the inside of my thigh lightly, but hard enough for me to jump and laugh.
“What was that for?”
He ambles off the bed, his backside looking mighty fine as he steps into the bathroom and flips on the light. “I know what you’redoing,” he grumbles as he returns to me with a warm rag. I’m only half-coherent as he wipes his cum off my stomach and gently brings the rag up between my legs. My panties he takes with him when he returns to the bathroom, along with the dirty rag.
“Wh-what?”
“Don’t play dumb. That shit may work on idiots, but I’m not that stupid. I know you’re a hell of a lot smarter than me, and if you try to manipulate me, you might just do it, so don’t.”
