Page 70 of Allured
Ezekiel’s eyes stare at me through the mirror in his bathroom as I adjust myself into my dance belt. The thick frames of his glasses are really doing it for me in that outfit. I can also see my leather shorts in question dangling from the tips of his fingers as he waits for my comment.
“Batman doesn’t wear a leather crop top either, Ez but it shows off my abs—” I manage to reach behind him and snatch the small black and yellow piece of fabric from his hand before Ezekiel interrupts me.
“Quite marvelously, I might add,” Ezekiel’s breath trails over the sliver of exposed skin between my mask and my cape. Simultaneously, his cold fingers drag down the skin of my abdomen, the pads of each one tracing the muscles there. I tiltmy head toward him and my lips are instantly lost within the short waves of his dark hair.
“Just like those shorts are gonna show off my ass,” I murmur against his soft locks.
“You’re telling me you aren’t showing off right now, baby?” A sharp bite accompanies his question. More of Ezekiel’s front presses into my back and he teases his fingers along the band of the dance belt. A jock strap is a uniform that goes underneath my burlesque costumes so the thin bands do nothing to cover the globes of my ass. Ezekiel could bend me over this counter right now and fuck right into me if he wanted to. The thought makes me arch my back and shamelessly rub against his dick.
“What do you need, Aleksander?” Ezekiel’s hand cups me through the thick fabric. His other hand wraps around my neck and the strap of the cape digs into my throat underneath his tight grip. I fucking love the way it stings.
“You, Ez.” I find his eyes in the mirror, mine are wide and hazy with lust while his are sharp and dangerous. The connection breaks when Ezekiel roughly spins me around to face him. His lips are on me within a breath and while it wasn’t the longest kiss, the possessive nature of it has me whimpering and chasing it as he takes a few steps back.
“On your knees, sweetheart.” Ezekiel softly slaps the side of my face. “And the mask stays on.”
Oh fuck. I’ve had wet dreams about this.Tom Welling in Smallville was a goddamn sexual awakening in my early teens.
I’m on my knees faster than I’d like to admit. Dark, pleated pants fill my vision and I slowly start looking up Ezekiel’s body. He agreed to dress up as Superman’s nerdy alter—ego for the Halloween party at the Garden of Eden tonight, but only after first refusing to wear the ‘onesie with the red underwear’ as he called it. Instead, Ezekiel sports a half—opened whiteoxford shirt, a loosened black tie, and a t—shirt with a printed Superman symbol.
“I had reservations about having you keep the mask on at first,” Ezekiel confesses, cupping my jaw and tracing the edge of my mask near my laugh lines. I hear his belt come undone but I don’t dare break my gaze from his face. His thumb in my mouth is my reward for keeping my attention on him. I stick out my tongue to taste him, only to have him shove his thumb in as deep as he can.
“Then I thought better of it. This beautiful mouth is all I need and it is at the ready for me in this mask, isn’t it? Would you like to have your mouth used, pretty boy?”
“Yes, Sir,” I mumble and nod desperately, the action causing spit to drip down the sides of my mouth and onto Ezekiel’s hand still placed at my chin.
Another shuffle of fabric reaches my ears before there’s a thick and heavy cock in front of me.Fuck.
“You really are the man of steel, huh?” The question slips through my lips before I can help it. Mind filter be damned. My involuntary chuckle lasts a half second until Ezekiel presses the swollen head of his cock into my mouth.
“Shut up and suck my cock, Alek.”
Keeping eye contact, I swallow his cock down my throat and wrap my hands around his thighs to pull him in even closer. I’d like to say that I can’t believe I’m on my knees in front of him in nothing but a tiny crop top, a jockstrap, and a fucking mask and cape, but this isn’t that crazy of a scenario for us. I’ve learned Ezekiel’s down for just about anything.
“You truly are a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?” Ezekiel’s hands grip the ears of my latex mask and he begins using them as handles to guide my mouth up and down his shaft.
Right when I begin to struggle for a breath, Ezekiel pulls me up so I’m back on my feet and looking down at him. He looks atme intensely, keeping eye contact even when his hand reaches into my dancer’s belt and shoves the material down. The elastic stretches against my sack like a makeshift cockring.
“I would like for you to use that pretty cock to fuck me, Alek.”
With a sweep of my arm underneath him, I pull Ezekiel up against my chest before I start walking us over to the bed. This won’t be the first time I’ve fucked him but it’s still new. Being the dom that he is, Ezekiel still demands control even when I’m ramming into his ass. It’s hot as fuck.
I drop Ezekiel onto the bed and pull out a bottle of lube from the nightstand.
“Open me up, baby,” Ezekiel both commands and pleads, trying his best to shove his boxers and pants down his legs. I catch his hands and stop him from taking them all the way off. I’m going to teach him an exercise in restraint tonight. Literally.
He stares at me, trying to figure out what I’m doing as I twist the fabric between his ankles until it is taut and his feet are unable to slip through the pant legs. He raises an eyebrow at me.
“You’d have me at your mercy?” he asks. I push down on the fabric between my fingers, making his knees bend and his thighs open for me. Bent in half and completely open to me, I take my chance and spit directly onto his exposed hole. Ezekiel gasps in surprise and his body writhes in pleasure.
“Good lord, I cannot believe I am admitting this, but the mask is arousing. Not a word of this to anyone, Alek.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky Batman is a good guy,” I growl at him, easily popping open the top of the lube bottle and squirting some onto him. The clear liquid mixes with the spit as I circle a finger around his twitching hole. My index finger eases in as I keep pressure on the makeshift restraint with my other hand.
“More, Alek, I need more.”
Goddamn, do I love hearing Ez beg for me.
“More, like what, Ez? Like this?” I ask, moving two fingers into him and pressing upwards against his walls. He whines when I press the tips of my fingers directly against his prostate.
