Page 23 of Infamous Heart

“How are you doing this?”

“It’s hard to explain. I do stuff with light.”

I had a thousand questions, but as I focused on this man in his underwear leaning back in the bed, they didn’t seem all that important.

He held up his hand in the universal sign of a gun and dropped his thumb. The shot fired, a crisp bit of yellow light striking my towel where it folded in on itself. The precision hit caused the terrycloth fabric to fall away, leaving me entirely exposed.

“Not your first time, I see,” I said, raising my eyebrow.

He leaned forward on the bed, crossing his legs. “You’re the first person to know about this.” He pointed to the ceiling, several of the orbs shifting to a dark red. I couldn’t decide what was more beautiful, the light show or the man in my bed. The orbs reacted, the light dimming until the entire room bathed in shades of red. It was a tie. His near-naked body under the lights was everything I could have asked for.

I ignored the fact I stood naked, package waving in the wind. “Are they dangerous?”

“These? No, not really.”

“I meant your powers.”

Sebastian hesitated. I opted for an easier question. “How did you get them?”

“I couldn’t tell you. A year ago, I woke up in the middle of the night thinking it was daytime. My body was glowing like a nightlight.”

“Have you—“

“Not to change the subject, but hate to let a naked guy go to waste.”

Good point. I needed to push aside my obsession with superheroes so I could pay more attention to this sexy man. And with the way the red light covered his torso, I couldn’t help but admire his fuzzy chest and how it tapered toward his navel, creating an arrow pointing at his crotch.

“I’ve got somebody’s attention.”

My erection betrayed me. There was no playing coy or witty banter. Climbing onto the bed, I worked my way over his body, pausing long enough to admire the outline of his cock. Boxer briefs, good choice. I dipped low, kissing his chest. I wanted to drag out the admiration, to put my lips on every part of his body, but Sebastian proved to be impatient. Grabbing under my arms, he pulled me up his body.

He kissed as if it might be his last. Eager. Passionate. The stubble along his upper lip scratched my face, reminding me that I had this masculine hunk of a man under me, his hands roaming up the center of my back. As I pulled away to take a breath, he followed, biting my lower lip, holding me in place. I gasped as he teetered between pain and pleasure.

His smooth hands stopped massaging my back, and I thought we were prepared to move onto the next event. His fingertips grazed the space between my shoulder blades, delicately touching my skin as they traveled downward. I let out a gasp as each point of contact turned electric.

I lowered myself until I was resting my weight on his body, my face buried in his neck. A man might act as if his cock were the most sensual place to be touched, but it’s a lie we tell the world. My erection softened, and yet I had never been this turned on. The heat of his hand gave away its location, and every time his fingers made gentle contact, I gasped, craving more.

“I could get used to this.” He spoke the words softly, as if he were reading my mind. The electricity pooled at the base of my spine, traveling downward as he cupped my ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“You can do that all you want.” I hope he—

Sebastian rolled me over, putting me on my back in a single graceful motion. His arms were muscular, but not so much that he should be able to toss me about with such ease. As he straddled my body, I realized that the orbs floating about the room might not be the only ability he possessed.

I was about to ask when he flicked his tongue across my nipple. It might not be the most erogenous part of my body, but the rough texture against my skin forced my back to arch. I moaned as his teeth replaced his tongue. I don’t know how I got this lucky, but I didn’t want him to stop.

He travelled down my body, scooting along until he hovered over my cock. It stood at attention, straight up in the air, begging for the same attention he showed the rest of my body. He leaned in close enough I could feel the warmth of his breath along the bottom of my shaft.

“Enjoying yourself?” The smirk gave away his teasing.

“Uh, huh.” There was no point in pretending he was going to get coherent words from me. He took my hand, placing it on the back of his head, signaling that he wanted me to take control. As his lips circled the head of my cock, I fell victim to his impatience.

Pulling him down, the heat of his mouth covered my cock. I let my fingers pull at his hair, lifting him and dragging him down until it was buried in his mouth. With a buck of my hips, I could feel the bend of his throat, and like a champ, he managed to swallow the length of my hard on.

“Fuck,” I gasped. I hated to admit it, but it had been a while since I had a man in bed, especially one this eager. I lifted his head off my cock, fearful that the evening was about to reach its climax. I wanted to drag out the experience, to revel in Sebastian’s expertise.

He slid down further, turning his attention to my sack. He managed to get both testicles in his mouth, careful to take his time. With a firm grip, he squeezed my cock, not stroking, just reaffirming that it was his to play with. I admired his confidence, each action executed with a precision that drove me wild. I wanted to repay the favor.

Hands slid under my legs, pushing them back, making it clear the direction the evening was going to take. There was a pause, a long enough space where somebody might protest the next step, but as I pulled my legs back, I let him know how badly I wanted him to continue.

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