Page 43 of Breathless Recruiter

He walked about the living room before taking a seat on the couch. Sitting, I could do that. Plopping myself on the other end, the throw pillows sat between us. I suspected porn might not be real. I put my hands in my lap and twiddled my thumbs.

He turned, his eyes narrow. “You haven’t done this before?”

I shook my head.

Dustin scooted closer, removing the throw pillows. His thigh brushed against mine. When he rested a hand on my leg, he gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Have you had sex before?”

I nodded. “Lots of times.” His left eyebrow rose. “Just not with another person. Sorry.”

He smiled and gave a slight nod. “Nothing to be sorry about. How about this…” He pulled my hands apart and kissed my knuckles. “What have you thought about doing… with me?”

The list had grown long. Every time I played with myself, I added a new activity. I wanted to say everything, but if I had to pick a single place to start, it’d be seeing him out of his uniform.

“I want to touch your chest,” I whispered. It felt foolish saying it out loud. I expected a giggle or a laugh. Nothing on his face suggested he found the statement humorous.

Instead, he stood up, moving between my legs. He tugged at the bottom of the shirt until it came untucked. One by one, he unfastened the buttons, revealing the white undershirt. He tossed his uniform on the couch and pulled his t-shirt off.

“Wow.”

He had a crow tattooed on his chest, its wings reaching back across his shoulders and arms. It was fitting the bird had its mouth open in the middle of a screech. I wanted to ask if he had it before his powers or if he got it to memorialize his newfound gifts.

“I want to touch you.” There was no waiting for his response. I leaned forward and ran both hands along his belly until my fingers reached the black ink. My thumb traced the line of feathers until he buckled over, laughing.

“Sorry, I’m ticklish.” I’d have to remember that for later.

He pushed my knees together and straddled me on the couch. My hands moved to his back, running up and down his body. By now, my pants had tightened. Each kiss made me hard,but seeing him without his shirt was enough to tear the zipper on my jeans.

I moved forward, kissing his chest. When I reached his nipple, he didn’t pull away. I dragged my tongue over it, and Dustin let out a low groan as he pushed his chest forward. With each breath, I inhaled a mix of citrus and a day of hard work. I took my chances and held his nipple between my teeth, careful to not bite?—

“Harder.”

Forget careful. I increased the pressure until a rumble started in the back of his throat. With each moan, hints of his abilities slipped out, vibrating the glass in the frames on my wall. I wasn’t the only one who had to be careful not to destroy everything in his path.

I reached for the button on his jeans and hesitated. “Can I take off your pants?” I had imagined him naked since the day we met. I didn’t know what to expect, and the not knowing had plagued me long enough.

He sat upright, giving me access to his pants. “Want me?—”

“No!” I reached for his belt, a thick black strap with velcro. It peeled away to reveal the silver button hiding the rest of him. I tried unbuttoning it, and no matter how many times I tried, it refused to give. Growling, I grabbed the waistband of his pants and yanked.

“Whoa.” Dustin looked down at the remnants of his pants. The zipper had split and one pant leg held on for dear life. “This will make walking home interesting.”

“Sorry.”

He put a finger on my lips. “Don’t be. It’s exciting to see how eager you are.”

My eyes focused on the bulge in his red briefs. I wanted to touch it. No, lick it. No… did I have to decide? If I wrote out a list,could we go through and check off all the ideas until we got to the end… then do them again?

I reached for the waistband of his underwear. Dustin pulled back. “Pants okay, but I can’t go home naked.” He hooked his thumbs into the black band and slid them down past his ass. When it caught on his cock, he stopped, teasing with a slight hip wiggle.

I reached out, fingers ready to pull the fabric the rest of the way down. Something went zipping past my face as I jerked down his underwear.

“What was that?”

I glanced down. My zipper had lost a valiant battle. The teeth had separated, and my erection poked through, now waging war with my undies. Had he been an average person, my predicament would be hard to explain.

Dustin laughed. “Super strength problems, am I right?”

I didn’t join him. My eyes were fixated on his cock, exposed and in the open. When he figured out what had my attention, he took my hand and guided it to the shaft, wrapping my fingers around it. For fear of breaking it, I didn’t dare move. He tightened his grip as he moved his hips back and forth in slow, jerking motions.

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