Page 8 of Not All Himbos Wear Capes
He threw his head back and laughed, and dang if it wasn’t a beautiful sound. “You got me, sweetheart. My secret superpower is that I’m a sex wizard.”
I laughed at that, peeking up at him while I smiled like a fool. “Sweetheart, huh?”
Xander smirked, handing the waitress—Barb—his platinum credit card before I could stop him. “Yeah. Because you’re sweet. Gonna look even sweeter on your knees.” Barb choked on her gum as she scurried off, making his grin turn downright evil.
“Listen, Butch,” he sobered, watching me closely. “It’s no secret that Bangers is an app for people who want to fuck…” When I shifted in my seat, his smirk returned. “That’s right, sweetheart. I saidfuck.As in, what I’m going to do to you as soon as I take you home. But right now, I need you to focus and tell me if this is what you reallywant.”
Is the drool not convincing enough?
“Yes,” I croaked, barely above a whisper.
Seriously, look at me—I can barely form words.
He didn’t look convinced. “I’m asking because your profile said you were only interested in women, and I hate to break it to you, but I have a cock. Ahugeone, in fact,” he loudly added, causing the elderly couple to turn and gape. “And I’m a top, which meansyou’llbe the one taking my huge cock. I’d be perfectly fine starting off slow tonight—fucking that pretty mouth I’ve been staring at since I arrived. But I want to make sure we’re on the same page here and that I’m,”—he lewdly gestured toward his crotch—“what you want.”
Sugar, honey, iced tea, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life!
Frustrated and horny as heck, I sat back to better look at him. “Why do you keep asking me? Isn’t the top in control?”
His lips pressed into a thin line, a distracting wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. “That’s not how it works. I need you to use your words to agree first—it’s calledconsent.”He cocked his head. “Has no one ever asked whatyouwant before?”
“Never,” I replied, which was the truth. I hadneverbeen given a choice for anything in my entire life. Since birth, my path had been chosen for me, and until this moment, I’d assumed that was how it was always going to be.
My eyes widened. I suddenly understood that even if I would give up control once Xander took me home with him, he was givingmecontrol of the overall situation. Taking a deep breath, I geared up to follow his instructions, as foreign as they were.
I can do this!
“Yes, Xander, I wantthis—withyou. I want to…“ I faltered, a blush creeping up my neck again, but I powered on, “Get on my knees for you and… take your huge…”
God, I can’t even say it.
“Fucking hell,” Xander rasped, running a hand down his face as if he were also struggling with this conversation.
Barb reappeared with the receipt. “Right answer, honey,” she whispered to me. “This one walked in like he has a huge cock, so there’s a good chance he’s telling the truth.”
“Of course, I’m telling the truth,” Xander snapped at her, his expression murderous. “It would be foolish to lie about the size of my cock when he’s about to be face to face with it.”
“Oh, god,” I whimpered, my body shaking at his words and uncaring that Barb was still hovering over us, smacking her gum. “Yes, I want that. Ineedit… please.”
Xander’s amber eyes flashed gold as he abruptly stood, stuffing his credit card into his wallet before grabbing my hand and yanking me off the bench. “We’re leaving. Now.”
Despite me having a good fifty pounds on him, Xander easily dragged me out of the diner, the door barely chiming shut before he slammed me against the wall of the adjacent building.
“Say it again,” he growled against my lips, setting my nerves on fire.“Begme for it.”
Anything.
“Please,” I rasped, realizing I would not only beg butcrawlthrough the streets of Big City for this man. “Please, I need your huge…”
“Say. It.” His teeth were bared, his expression feral as his long, beautiful fingers wrapped around my throat, pressing lightly on my pulse points, owning me.
“I need your…” I was shaking. “Huge…” Absolutely helpless.“Cock.”
The scandalous word barely escaped me before he was crushing his lips to mine. I groaned as he invaded my mouth—his tongue forcefully demanding entry before tangling with mine, sweeping around, claiming every inch ashis.
I’d kissed countless women at the after-parties for my heroic deeds—the forgettable memory of each blending together into one sloppy, booze-soaked puddle. Butthiswas a nearly indescribable experience I knew I would nevereverforget.
How will I survive this man?
