Page 45 of Not All Himbos Wear Capes
“Yes, Daddy,” he’d smiled, and his protests were over.
“Yes, Daddy,” Butch echoed my memory, subtly rubbing himself against me like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. “Ireallywant to do the superhero thing with you.”
Fuck, he’s so fucking cute.
Smirking, I brought him in for a sloppy kiss before grabbing the remote. “Hmm, I rarely watch superhero movies, but maybe we should put one on while I stretch you with my fingers some more…” Butch moaned so loudly, I expected him to need a change of clothes again, but then his gaze nervously flickered to the door.
I really need to revoke Kai’s fingerprint access.
“Our Queen Brat has tap dance or some bullshit on Friday mornings, so I think we’re safe from her barging in for a while. Although,” I licked my lips, “maybe her seeing me buried knuckles-deep in your tight ass will teach her to knock first.”
As expected, Butch attractively blushed as he squirmed in my lap. “Don’t you think you’ve stretched me enough? When are you going to… you know…”
Teasing him will never get old.
“What, sweetheart?” I adopted an innocent expression as I pressed play, not intending to pay much attention to the random movie I’d selected. “What is it you want me to do?”
“I want…” he whined helplessly before something interesting passed over his face. Gone was the flustered insecurity, replaced by that unexpected calculation I’d glimpsed once or twice before.
Gracefully sliding off my lap, he laid back on the couch, spread his legs, and aimed his sweatpants-covered cock my way. “I want you tofuckme.”
Look who’s not playing fair.
“Don’t you go turning into a brat on me,” I growled, using every shred of self-control to not rip those sweats off and plow into him, sans lube. “I know you want to experience everything, butIwant your first time to not hurt like a bitch.”
He smiled with all his dimples—another sneaky move to get me to crack, no doubt. “What if I swear to you I can take it? Can we try? I promise I’ll tell you the moment anything hurts.”
This. Man.
Physically unable to say no to him, I sighed. “Let me think about it, okay? I assume you’ll be spending the weekend, yes?”
Rhetorical question.
“Yes,” he answered immediately, before chewing his bottom lip again. “But you need to say something if having me around all the time gets annoying.”
I gave hima look,but before I could command him to move in with me already, my phone buzzed with a message from Kai.
Bestie:DUDE, I was just offered the role of Columbia for RHPS and my first show is TONIGHT!!! If you and lover boy aren’t in the audience IN FULL FUCKING COSTUME, consider our friendship finished.
As tempting as it was to test whether a break from Kai would be so easy, the vision of Butch experiencing a midnight performance ofThe Rocky Horror Picture Show—in scandalous dress—won out.
Plus, I should probably support my ‘bestie.’
I texted back with the thumbs up, red lips, and two men in bunny ears emojis before scheduling another clothing delivery for a few hours from now.
Setting my phone aside, I reached for Butch’s sweatpants and pulled them off his muscular legs. “All right, my brave little bottom. Let’s get you limbered up while we get hard for heroes. This evil villain has another surprise for you tonight.”
CHAPTER21
BUTCH
“I’m not sure about this, Xan,” I called from inside the bathroom. “I think Big City might have laws against being naked in public.”
I could practicallyseethe stern look he was giving me on the other side of the door—the one that meant he was about to boss me around and I was about to get a boner.
We both know I’ll do anything he says.
“Sweetheart. You’re not naked. You’re wearing gold lamé briefs with an athletic cup underneath to protect others from losing an eye every time I take charge.”
