Page 100 of Not All Himbos Wear Capes
I writhed and wiggled as he devoured me, fucking myself on his tongue like the needy slut he knew I was. Holding my ass open with a bruising grip, Xander softly ghosted his thumb along the seam of my balls—his signature combination of pain and comfort being the exact torture I craved. He could do this to me every day and it would never be enough.
Never.
The muffled noises I was making might have embarrassed me previously, but I didn’t care what the hell I sounded like. Xander’s tongue was in my ass, his lips were sucking on my hole, and his teeth were nipping at my skin. My entire body was an instrument created only for him—an instrument for him to play as he pleased.
His nails dug into my flesh, holding me in place while he dragged me toward release, so sloppy and wild, yet perfectly in control, showing me it was safe to just let go.
I sobbed as I tumbled over the edge. Pulse after pulse coated the glass only to instantly wash away, along with any stress I was still holding on to.
Knowing I passed my test, I attempted to swallow, but with my head still hanging down, I choked instead, coughing as Xander’s cum poured down my chin.
Jesus, I’m a mess.
Xander spun me around, already back on his feet to prop me upright and get me breathing again. “What a good boy,” he murmured, lapping at my lips and chin, rubbing my chest to massage my lungs. “Did you like coming on my tongue? Did it help with all that pent up energy?”
All I could do was nod, closing my eyes and resting my head against the glass, letting Xander take over until I’d caught my breath again.
I take it back… showers are better than flying…
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“Are you fucking crazy? I can’t… I can’tfly!”
How can I help him accept this?
I adjusted my headgear and floated over to where Xander was stubbornly standing with both feet firmly planted on the ground. His black leather boots, to be exact. The ones that were extremely lickable.
Okay, Butch, now is not the time for a boner.
“Yes, youcan.And you alreadydid,”I grinned, kissing that filthy mouth I lived for. “Remember, myinventus—we share powers now and are fully bonded. I bet you don’t even have to touch me anymore to take off like a rocket and throw some flames around. Just try it.”
He scowled, and I backed off, reminding myself Xander had lived his entire life as little more than a physically and mentally superior normie. I was levitating out of my crib and setting my stuffed animals on fire before I could walk, but this was all new to him—on top of the reality of our situation.
And he likes to be in control.
“All right then,” I adopted a businesslike tone. “How would you like me tocarryyou to the cemetery? You can ride piggyback or I can throw you over my shoulder like a caveman… Or I can carry you bridal style—being a runaway groom and all.”
Xander responded exactly how I’d hoped, kicking my semi into third gear with a sexy signature glare. “What did I say about being a brat?” he hissed. “The only way you’ll be carrying me is if I’m riding that thick cock.”
I dropped my head back with a groan, willing my aching dick to calm down.“Fuuuuck,Xan,” I whined. “Stop teasing me about that if you don’t plan on letting me do it.”
All I could think about—all I’dbeenthinking about—was a gloriously naked Xander straddling me, sinking down until I filled him completely, makinghimunravel for once. Knowing he’d never done it before only made me want it more, knowing no one else could claim that piece of him but me.
No one else ever will.
“My apologies, sweetheart.” His breath on my lips snapped me out of my lust-soaked daze. “I may have misspoken. The only way you’ll be carrying me iswhenI’m riding that thick cock.”
OH MY GOD!
His cruel tease was forgiven the instant I realized he wasalsofloating in mid-air—apparently just needing a mild threat to his pride to get past his mental blocks.
“Now,” he drifted around me to deliver a sharp swat to my backside, “get that sweet ass in front of me where it belongs and lead the way to Rolling Meadows.”
“So bossy,” I mumbled around a stifled smile, even though I loved his bossiness.
I love everything about him.
Xander was the missing piece to the formerly hopeless puzzle of my life. Everything he said and did made me feel cared for in ways I’d never experienced before. The best part was that I knew he needed to care for me as much as I needed him to do it.
