Page 28 of Not All Himbos Wear Capes
Before I could agree, Xander warmly chuckled and set it back on the tray. “I’m just teasing you, baby. I’ll give youmyversion of going easy tonight. Although…” His gaze drifted to my dick, already weeping precum. “You didn’t lose yourenthusiasmwhen faced with a monster, so perhaps I won’t scare you away after all.”
Never.
“I like everything you do,” I whispered. “Especially when you call me baby.”
This entire scenario was such a far cry from my public persona that it was almost laughable. As far as the citizens of Big City were concerned, I was the epitome of masculinity, dominating lesser supes left and right. If my adoring fans could see me now—spread open in submission and begging to be called a cutesy pet name—they’d probably revolt.
I’d lose everything.
And I wouldn’t even be mad about it.
Xander looked at me so adoringly, my breath caught. “I’ll call you baby if you want.” His controlled mask slipped back into place as he slid the drawer closed and opened another to retrieve a bottle of lube. “Now, let’s play.”
He crawled onto the bed, prowling across the black comforter like a big cat on the hunt. Positioning himself between my legs, he poured a copious amount of lube onto his fingers, spreading it around while staring at my exposed hole.
Okay, maybe it is kind of hot.
Xander’s gaze flickered up to mine as he traced my opening with the pad of his middle finger, making me jerk. “I’m only giving you my fingers tonight, no matter how much you want to jump right in.”
As disappointing as that news was, it was fair. I wasdesperateto feel his dick inside me, but I also wanted to savor every moment. With the way his touch alone set my nerves on fire, I expected whatever Xander had planned for me would be like nothing I’d ever felt before.
Including these feelings I’m catching.
He slowly pushed his fingertip past my tight outer ring, closely watching my reaction. I tensed, and again, his searing gaze softened. “Relax for me, Butch. Let me handle things.”
I breathed out and willed myself to calm down. What he was doing didn’t hurt, but I was perilously close to coming already and really,reallydidn’t want to embarrass myself.
But I absolutely want him handling things.
“Oh!” I exclaimed as he suddenly hit some sort of magical sex wizard spot I never knew existed.
His expression morphed into pure mischief. “There you are. How about another finger?”
I nodded eagerly, and he immediately slid it in, stretching me with a scissoring motion before crooking both to rub the magical spot. When all I could do was pathetically whimper, he leaned forward and used my tie to pull my lips to his—no doubt trying to distract me.
It didn’t work. This entire night—every moment I’d spent with Xander since we’d met—was going to be seared into my memory for years to come. The feel of his muscular body pressed against mine, combined with the notes of smoky leather from his expensive cologne, was threatening to make me explode.
He’s just pure sex.
Our tongues tangled, and I desperately attempted to lose myself in our kiss, despite the overwhelming sensations coming at me from all sides. His lubed fingers relentlessly pumped in and out, causing my slightly embarrassing moans to echo in the otherwise quiet space.
But I don’t care what the heck I sound like at this point.
I’d clearly shown him how ready I was, as he released my tie and placed his hand on my pec as he sat back. Grazing my nipple with his thumb, he began traveling lower, tracing every ab, watching himself torture me as he slowly made his way to my aching dick.
Oh, please, please, please.
“You’re so…bigandhot,”he rasped, almost angrily. “I just want to own you. Ruin you.”
Pleeeeeease.
I must have whimpered again because he chuckled, gripping the base of my dick to hold me steady. “I suppose I should stop teasing and give mygood boyhis reward.”
As if my soul hadn’t already left my body, he lowered his head and slid my entire length into his wet, hot mouth until his lips touched my groin—swallowing me whole.
Jesus, he’s a pro!
Then he pulled his head back, hollowing his cheeks to squeeze out any bits of soul that were left, circling my head with his tongue before lifting off with an audible pop.
