Page 65 of Infamous Heart

Sebastian had another finale in mind.

He continued a slow rocking, using his cum as lube. Wrapping his hand around my erection, he used the skin to jerk me off. I leaned my head back while he continued kissing my neck. His cock hadn’t softened, and he persisted with his slow fuck.

My body went rigid as the electrifying sensation pulsed from my groin, flooding my body. In the dark of his bedroom, he moved quickly, pulling himself free and sliding down the length of the bed. He rolled me onto my back, barely wrapping his lips around the head of my dick before I came.

There was no shyness, as I pushed his head down, burying myself in his throat. I groaned, letting the waves of pleasure wash over my body. I could feel his throat massage my shaft as he swallowed every drop. He scored technical points in the sack for pulling off that maneuver.

“Damn,” I gasped.

I removed my hand, letting him up to gasp for air. He spent the next few minutes lapping up my cum, ensuring he hadn’t missed a stray drop. I finally had to push him away as I turned sensitive.

He moved up the bed, sliding behind me. Apparently, the taste of cum left his motor running, as I could feel his stiffness slide between the cheeks of my ass. Maybe if he gave me a half hour to recharge, I’d crawl on top of him and start round two.

“That was amazing.” He kissed down the back of my neck, tucking his body against mine. Despite having come less than a minute ago, his erection hadn’t softened.

“Yes, it was.” I pulled his arm across my chest. As the little spoon, a guy wants to feel protected, as if the big spoon will do anything to keep them safe. Most people didn’t have a big spoon who could punch through concrete. First the position at the Beacon—oh crap. I had forgotten Darrel’s insistence on featuring Hyperion in the magazine.

“Stay the night?” he asked sheepishly, as if I might say no.

“I’ll say yes on one condition.”

“Anything.” He continued kissing across my shoulder blades.

“Hyperion agrees to an appearance at the Beacon.”

“Wait, what?”

“Thanks,” I gave his hand a squeeze, “I appreciate it.”

Sebastian grumbled about the separation of personal and professional as he thumped his head against the pillow in a huff. My eyelids grew heavy as I replayed the scene in the office where I first met him. From the moment I eyed this dashing man, there had been chemistry. While it had a bumpy beginning, the ending turned out magical. Right now, in his arms, I had never felt more at home.

I couldn’t have predicted a chance encounter would develop into a love story… a superhero love story.

And yet, here we were…

Epilogue 2

“Jesus, youarein love,”Lydia said, pointing at the papers on her counter.

Her hair must have measured over a foot, split into two identical, fiery red pigtails. The mention of the word love coming from the woman wearing all black and a t-shirt depicting a man severing the head of a zombie bordered on comical.

“You don’t like it?”

“Whoa. Whoa.” She held up her hand as she inspected the dozen pages on the counter. “I didn’t say that.” While being the Art Director for the Beacon let me flex my design muscles, I had finally relented and agreed to work on a comic with Lydia. Filled with action, espionage, and superheroes hunted by the government, I felt the need to sneak in a moment of romance in our plot.

“But adding hearts above Dante’s head? He just slaughtered the henchmen of his nemesis. He’s covered in blood.” She paused and eyed it again. Lydia’s face contorted this way and that, as if she were trying to find the expression that matched the twisted thoughts inside that beautiful brain of hers. “I take it all back. I love it. If I just slaughtered the lackeys of my greatest rival, I’d probably have little hearts above my head, too.”

“You were right.” Sebastian stepped up to the counter with at least forty comics. “She’s my kind of people.”

Defeated. My boyfriend and creative partner were never allowed to hang out together. We might need to establish the comic book shop as office limits. If he could forbid me from going to the drug kingpin’s delicatessen, home of the world’s best roast beef sandwich, I could ban him from my local comic shop. It was essentially the same thing.

“Damn,” she laughed, “he even looks like you.” Holding up the comic book page, she closed one eye and compared Sebastian to Dante’s love interest. There was no denying it, I’d gladly spend my days drawing Sebastian, especially if he insisted on staying in briefs when spending the night.

He awkwardly thrust the arm full of comics toward Lydia. After reciting comic books to him during every training session, he insisted on coming with me for the sake of research. At first he gave me grief for comparing him to the caped crusaders in comics. It’d be sweet if he were taking an interest, but I think he wanted them as study material. Next would be him practicing punchy tag lines every time he did something cool with his powers.

“Griffin, I’m blaming you for his bad taste in reading material.” She tossed several of them on the far side of the counter. “No. Trash. No. No. The artwork is tolerable.” By the time she finished going through his stack and ringing them up, there couldn’t be more than ten left.

“You really have a thing for men in spandex.” Her attention turned to me. “Looks like you’re not the only hero chaser, Griff.”

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