Page 24 of Infamous Heart

I moaned as his tongue trailed down the space under my balls until he reached my ass. With a light stroke of my cock, I couldn’t pick which to focus on. It wasn’t about the way he drilled his tongue in and out, but about the next event. I liked Sebastian, but it wasn’t as if I let any man fuck me. Did I trust that this wouldn’t be a one-and-done?

He worked his way up my body, kissing my dick and then my stomach, resting my legs over his shoulders. Even through his underwear, I could feel his hardness and its determination to tear through the fabric. Amazed at my sex induced flexibility, he leaned in, stealing a kiss.

“What do you want?”

Just like when I guided his mouth down the length of my cock, he relinquished his power. This beautiful man, this downrighthotbear of a man, let me decide my fate. As I pulled my legs back, grinding my ass against his groin, I decided to take the plunge. Or was that the other way around?

“You sure?”

Consent, who said it couldn’t be sexy?

“I want you in me.”

Snaking a hand behind my neck, he used that uncanny strength to lift me off the bed, pushing his lips against mine. He lacked his previous grace as he reached into his underwear, tucking it under his package. It wasn’t the length that was impressive, it was the girth. Suddenly, I was grateful he had spent time rimming.

“Take it slow,” I sighed.

“Always,” he whispered, leaning in for another kiss.

He sat upright on his knees, spitting into his hand and coating the head of his massive cock. He guided it to my ass, forcing a gasp from my lips as he found his mark. It might be a challenge, but in that moment, I wanted nothing more than this man buried inside me.

He took his time, studying my face as he gave his hips a slight push. My entire body tensed at the sensation, pleasure rippling along my skin. He paused. With a deep breath, I relaxed, and when he didn’t attempt more, I pushed myself down his shaft.

“Damn,” he moaned. With one long and steady stroke, the entire length slid in. He turned his head, kissing along my calf, moaning in between. “I jerked off thinking about this moment.”

Wait, he masturbated thinking about me?

He dipped low, wrapping an arm behind my back, lifting me off the bed as if I weighed nothing. My legs dropped from his shoulders, wrapping around his waist as he held me tight against his chest. I finally understood Alejandro’s obsession with bedding superheroes.

“You are beautiful.” The kiss came with a thrust, and I moaned at the feeling of him buried deep in me. It was near my limit, close enough that I had to relax as he held me in place, fucking me with long steady strokes.

“It feels amazing.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, savoring the sensation of my cock grinding between our stomachs. The electric sensation returned, this time originating from my body. There was no point resisting. “I’m going to come.”

His hands moved to my ass, thrusting faster. He chased my orgasm, trying to come at the same time. I reached the finish line first, my body trembling as I came without touching myself. It was a first, and as I coated our torsos, I hoped it wasn’t the last.

“I’m going to come.” I could feel his cock swell, causing mine to shoot another volley. His skin glowed, a soft white radiating until it filled the room. It grew brighter as he shoved the length in me, letting out a low growl. He held still for a moment before giving me one last thrust. I thought I might faint, the endorphins pumping through my veins.

He kissed my neck while otherwise remaining frozen in place. It was the dreaded post-sex conundrum. Be sore or risk the overwhelming sensation on the withdraw. Thankfully, he pulled out, gasping as his cock slipped from my ass.

“Damn,” he said between kissing.

“Damn, indeed.”

He didn’t make any indication he was going to set me down, instead giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Well, that was hot,” he said.

I couldn’t have anticipated my evenings ending quite like this.

“I’ll make sure to leave high marks on your comment card.”

“Shower?” He looked down, a tiny dribble of white near in the center of his chest. I nodded in reply, feeling absolutely no guilt that I had drenched the man.

“If my legs work.” The cramps were ready to set in, the awkward position of my legs wrapped around him growing more difficult to maintain.

“I guess I’ll have to carry you.”

And he did.

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