Page 12 of Not All Himbos Wear Capes
I almost came from how he was handling me, desperately thrusting upward into my hand to match his movements, gagging and moaning so loudly it echoed off the walls.
“My perfect little cumslut,” he snarled, planting his other hand in my hair and holding me in place while he pummeled my face. “I want you to explode like the messy slut you are, so I can lick it off you after I fill your fucking throat.”
Tears were streaming down my face and I was perilously close to losing it already, but I had never,everbeen happier.
I want to be his perfect slut.
This was paradise. It barely registered thatmultiplevery inappropriate words had crossed my mind and lips in the past hour alone. I never wanted this to end—this date, this night, any of it. It felt like something was finally snapping into place in my otherwise ill-fitting existence, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“So. Fucking. Perfect.” Xander punctuated each word with a violent thrust that had my legs tensing. “Such a good,goodboy.”
That did it. Thick ropes of cum shot out of me, splashing up my abs and chest while I shuddered, loudly sobbing around Xander’s dick, blissfully uncaring about how much of a mess I was making.
“FUCK!!!”he roared, holding my lips flush against his groin as he came in shuddering pulses. “Fucking fucking Jesus fucking Christ… that was… oh, fuckandyou’re swallowing? Christ on the cross….”
Of course, I was. He tasted like heaven, like the only sustenance I needed to survive from here on out. I’d barely finished drinking my fill when he was suddenly kneeling in front of me, his tongue claiming mine, collectinghis own cumout of my mouth while I groaned.
“Look how sloppy you got,” Xander hummed, the approval in his tone like fresh air. “Coming all over that ten-pack of yours like a good little slut. Let me clean you up, sweetheart…”
My back hit the mahogany floor as he lowered his mouth to my stomach, licking me clean with a gentleness that simultaneously turned me on and deeply comforted me.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmured, so quietly that I wondered if he’d meant to say it out loud.
For some reason, this statement made a lump form in my throat, and before I could stop it, stupid tears began rolling down my stupid face.
What is happening?!
“Shit, shit,shit,” Xander’s face was suddenly above mine, his hands frantically wiping at my tears. “I was too rough with you, wasn't I? I was trying so fucking hard to not be too intense for your first time, and instead, I acted like a goddamn unhinged sex maniac. Jesus fuck, I’m sorry, Butch.”
My heart stuttered as I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him flush against my chest. “No! Stop it. I… I have no idea why I’m crying, but it’s not because of anything you did. It was… perfect.Youwere perfect.”
Perfect.
Xander froze, his expression dangerously close to how it looked earlier when he seemed about ready to bolt from my condo.
I tightened my hold. “Please spend the night.”
He sharply inhaled, and I grimaced, wondering if I’d just ruined everything by crying like a big baby and then begging him to cuddle.
God, what is wrong with me?
After a tense moment of him staring down at me with those gorgeous eyes that saw everything, he slowly exhaled, brow furrowing. “You want me to… sleep in your bed? With you?”
I could feel a smile threatening to break free at how genuinelyconfusedhe sounded. “Yeah. I mean, unless you’d rather hang upside down like a bat, like you probably do at home.”
Xander barked a laugh, his body relaxing enough that I dared to let him sit up without me clinging to him like a spider monkey. “You really have me pegged, huh? I’m a bat-man sex wizard with intimacy issues.”
I hoisted myself onto my knees, stealing a kiss, which seemed to please him. “Well, I didn’t know the intimacy part, but thanks for the freebie. If you stay, I promise I’ll try not to be too needy.”
Try…
He got quiet again—thoughtful. “It’s okay to need things, Butch. I want you to be yourself with me. We should all be able to be ourselves...”
I had to mentallyforcemyself not to start blubbering again, wishing more than anything that Icouldbe myself with this man.
But that’s never going to happen.
Smiling tightly, I rose to my feet, giving Xander a hand before leading him into my bedroom. I offered him some of my pajama pants, but he chose to sleep buck naked, which somehow didn’t shock me one bit.
