Page 40 of Not All Himbos Wear Capes
Still hot as fuck, but terrible.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” I placed a hand on his lower back and began steering him toward my room.
His baby blues snapped to mine with a startling intensity. “Yes…” he murmured, lifting a hand to press it against my chest. “Take me to bed, Daddy.”
Shit.
My cock was trying to punch its way out of my pants, but I somehow refrained from tackling him to the floor like an animal in heat. Despite Butch’s daze, adrenaline was clearly coursing through his system—whether from lust or whatever had happened to him while we were apart, I couldn’t be sure. The last thing I wanted to do was make things worse.
I want to make it better.
Blowing out a breath, I led him to the bed so he could sit. “Drink this.” I handed him the water, determined to stay the course. “All of it.”
He smiled indulgently—just like he always did whenever I bossed him around—before bringing the glass to his pouty lips. I started undressing, keeping my gaze on him to make sure he actually drank, and he watched me in return, his throat bobbing as he obediently swallowed every drop.
Good boy.
Butch lowered the glass, his gaze hungrily taking me in, eerily similar to how Captain Masculine had looked at me earlier. “I missed you so much, Xan. I’m sorry I—”
“Don’t be sorry,” I interrupted, moving to stand in front of him so I could grab the empty glass and set it aside. “Whatever you were going to apologize for—don’t. And I missed you, too… more than I can explain. But we’re together now and I’m going to take care of you.”
Ineedto make it better.
He exhaled so forcefully that I was surprised he didn’t fall off the bed. His broad shoulders slumped as he dropped his forehead against my hip, finally allowing himself to relax. The feel of his breath ghosting over me made me harden, but I focused on soothingly running my fingers through his soft blond hair.
“It physicallyhurtto be separated from you,” he whispered, turning his head to nuzzle my aching cock, as if seeking comfort. “It felt like… like I was dying and the only cure was you. If I’d gone one more night without your skin on mine, I don’t know what I might have done…”
I froze.
That’s… interesting…
His description so perfectly matchedmyexperience that I had a hard time believing it was a coincidence. A random memory brushed against the edge of my awareness—some ancient supe history I’d run across while researching my lack of powers in my family’s archives several years ago.
“Xan…” he murmured, running his soft lips up my shaft, distracting me from my thoughts.
I groaned, wanting nothing more than to explode down his throat. “Fuck, Butch. I’m trying to take care ofyouhere.”
“But this is what I need to feel better.” His pretty pink tongue peeked out, lightly teasing my retracted foreskin before depositing a sweet kiss on my crown. “Please, Daddy. Remind me that I’m good…”
Well, who can say no to that?
“You’resogood, sweetheart,” I praised, running my fingers through his hair again—petting him. “I was just telling my therapist today how sweet you are. How perfect.”
He sharply glanced up at me. “That’s where you were today? At your therapist’s office?”
Smiling down at him, I nodded, realizing I hadn’t mentioned my therapy yet—how there was still so much for us to learn about each other.
I want him to know me.
“Yeah. Things got a little… weird after my appointment, but I’ll tell you about that later.” I placed my hand under his chin, gripping hard enough to remind him who was in charge. “Right now, I want you to swallow my cock until you choke on it. Show Daddy what a good boy you are.”
He moaned, his eyelids momentarily fluttering closed as if that command alone was enough to get him off. Then he grabbed my waist with both of his enormous hands, leaned down, and slid as much of me as he could into his perfect fucking mouth.
“Jes-us,” I rasped as a jolt of electricity zipped down my spine. “I swear to god, baby, you’re a natural at this.”
In reply, he shoved the last few inches in, the sound of him gagging threatening to make me blow. This man sucked cock like he was starved for it—starved formycock specifically—which only made it hotter.
That weird tingly feeling in my fingers was back as I tightened my hold on his hair, our connection somehow both easing and exacerbating the sensation.
