Page 16 of Infamous Heart

He’d slide a hand behind my head, lifting it until his cock touched my lips. There’d be that smirk as he pulled his hips back, keeping it just out of reach. And when he was good and ready, tired of teasing, he’d finally give in. He’d pull me close, his other hand bracing on the wall as he slid the length of his cock in my mouth, pushing into the bend of my throat.

There were few things as hot as having a man fill my mouth, pumping his hips. While he face fucked me, I’d be holding onto his hips. As he got close, I’d reach back, cupping his ass, forcing him as deep as I could manage as he—

My toes pointed downward, calves and thighs tense, as I tried to both ward off my orgasm and ride the wave. My cock throbbed as the warm sensation pulsed through my groin. An instant later, I could feel the pressure build, and cum dribbled along my hand down the crook where leg joined to the groin. I let out a long sigh, surprised just how rigid my body had been. Now, it was as if the bed had softened and threatened to swallow me whole.

I should take a shower, partly to wash away the mess, but also scrub the acrylic paints from my arms. I settle on a middle ground and grab a towel off the floor and wipe myself down before running my fingers across my skin, checking for any missed wet spots.

Spent and satisfied, I tucked my hands behind my head, letting my eyes sag. Out the window, the moon hung high overhead, the light filling my room. What if Sebastian hovered outside my window, his cape fluttering in the breeze? What if he…

7

“Griffin should key his car.”

The Hideout’s customers were coming and going in droves as patrons snagged a quick coffee before heading to work. Chad had mastered the art of pausing to connect with his patrons before moving like a madman to ensure drinks continued to appear on the counter. It wouldn’t be long before he dropped a thermos full of coffee on the bar for our local superhero.

Alejandro dismissed Xander’s suggestion. “No, that’s too obvious. He needs to do something downright sinister. What if he looked up his boss’s dad and shagged the man?”

Bernard rolled his eyes. He sipped his coffee before pointing at the two men. “Arson? Revenge sex? No,” he chomped on the bacon, his face the definition of bliss. “Find his dad, marry him, then show up at Thanksgiving dinner wearing a t-shirt that says, ‘Who’s your daddy?’ That’s a proper revenge.”

Alejandro and Xander mulled over the idea while shoving breakfast in their mouths. “Bernard,” I scolded, “what have we said about egging them on?”

“Bernard’s the real evil genius.” Alejandro blew the burly man a kiss, earning him a brief smile. “Even if you don’t burn down his house, you’re better off. Nothing good was going to come from that place.”

They were wonderful friends. What is it the kids say, my ride or die squad? They’d have gladly stood by my side at trial or raise bail should I opt for arson. But try as they might, they didn’t understand what it meant to have the only entry point for my career slammed in my face.

No matter how bad it got, I knew Bernard would let me crash in his guest room until I got back on my feet. Alejandro would use his social circle at the club to find me position. Hell, even Xander would… okay, so Xander wouldn’t do much unless I wanted him to punch Vincent in the face. I’d have to take a rain check on assault, at least for the moment.

“I want to revisit the rules,” Alejandro said between bites of toast.

“No,” Xander said. “He fucked the guy twice, and now he’s convinced it’s love. No. Not just no, but hells no.”

Alejandro’s bottom lip pushed out in an attempt to sway the argument with his pouting. A cell phone alarm sounded and everybody in the coffee shop froze. The bell jingled. A blur entered, grabbed the coffee and vanished just as quick. I should be elated that a superhero had graced our presence, but the Zipper had become a staple of the Hideout.

“What if he’s the one? My forever love!”

“Forever until one of those damned supers offers to rail you while flying over the city.” Xander had a point. Alejandro tended to drop everything the moment a superhero showed interest. But who was I to judge? I had unknowingly crushed on a superhero.

“You’re suspiciously quiet today,” Bernard said. He narrowed his eyes. The burly man’s gaze was reading me while he sipped his coffee. Try as I might, I couldn’t help but smile. His hand slammed down on the table. “I knew it!”

“Knew what? What did I miss?” Xander followed the man’s steely gaze. It took a moment before his eyes widened, a smile spreading across his lips. “Griffin, you have exactly three seconds to tell us everything or we banish you from breakfast.”

“I don’t know what you’re—“

“Hogwash.” Bernard might know me a bit too well.

“Did you just say that? Hogwash? How old are you, Papi?” Alejandro had a knack for saying what we were all thinking.

“Honesty.” Invoking the rules, Bernard? Really? That’s not fair. What if I wanted to keep my crush on Sebastian a secret? All three were focused on me, frozen, until I gave them a juicy morsel to wash down breakfast.

“I had a date last night.” The words came out quickly. “And it was good.”

“Is he good in bed?” Alejandro might need to start attending meetings for sex addiction. “Above average? Did he spend the night? Which nipple does he prefer being pinched?”

“Let the kid talk,” Bernard smacked Alejandro on the shoulder. “You know we’re not leaving until you tell us.”

He’d risk his job for this showdown. I should be unnerved by their persistence in violating my personal space, but there was a reason. The way they were still, muscles tensed, they physically prepared to cheer if it went well or console if it didn’t.

“He didn’t spend the night.” I swore they leaned in as if I were whispering secrets. “But I like him.”

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