Chapter 16 #3
“Well, I’ve, uh, never done this before,” I say, rolling the bottle of lube in my fingers. “Anal sex. Let alone topping someone. And if we’re going to get this… intimate… I want you to be you the whole time.” I wince, feeling very raw. “Is that, uh, okay?”
He stares at me a long moment. And now that I’m no longer high on my own supply, a serious fear floats up that the reason he asked me to use my power was so he could actually go through with the sex.
That maybe he wasn’t as into me as he said.
Maybe this really was just some act of sacrifice from the big hero all along.
But a bright fire kindles in his eyes.
“Alvin, Jesus, you really are a dream come true… What you were doing felt super-hot. I honestly loved it. But yeah, if this is what you want, I want to be 100% here for this, too.” His grin is practically lupine, as he spreads his muscled legs and brings up his knees with his hands.
Seeing him pull his legs up like that, opening himself for me, is wickedly erotic. And his words spark my courage, tamping down the fear I had before.
He’s not acting. He really does want me.
“Okay,” I say, with what’s probably the goofiest smile ever, and climb back onto my broken-down bed with him.
I no longer feel like a freaking Olympic gymnast—at least not in terms of self-confidence—but I am stronger, so I have no difficulty keeping my balance as I settle between his legs near his feet.
I’m not going to lie, though. I still want to do this, but it was a lot easier with incubus-tinted glasses.
I really don’t have any experience, so a brand-new twinge of anxiety thrums up as I squirt a small pool of the watery lube onto the pads of my fingers.
Still, seeing Rafa watch me with eager interest through the V of his thighs helps me focus.
I reach out and massage the liquid in a small circle on the outside of his sphincter.
His rough, short hairs and the raw heat of this private, hidden spot provide a fascinating contrast to the cool, slick lube coating my fingertips.
The sweet vanilla of my bodywash wafts up and fills my nostrils.
Maybe that’s a stupid thing to notice, but he showered to make this good for me. He wanted to take care of me.
He moans. “Mm… That feels good…” His voice is deeper than when I had him in my power. Stronger. A lot more Rafa.
His tight muscle winks under my caresses, hungrily sucking in the tips of my fingers, and my softened cock starts to perk back up while the rest of me settles.
Maybe I’m no Casanova without my powers, but I don’t need an incubus whammy to like turning this guy on.
To not want to miss a single moment of this.
I pour a bunch more lube to the top of my open hand, and then slowly slide my middle finger fully inside him.
There was part of me that was a little afraid I’d encounter stuff, but there’s nothing.
It just feels incredibly warm and moist. The sphincter immediately relaxes around me, so I slip in a second finger, and marvel at the firm grip of him as I slide both in and out—his ring squeezing me, molten—and how the trembling muscle softens against my stroke.
The whole thing is incredibly intimate, and my attention tunnels.
Captivated, I explore the silky skin inside him, around and above, until I find a slightly firm bump, somewhere close to the base of his sculpturally veined dick.
As I give that spot a few gentle strokes, I look up to his face.
His eyes melt in response to my caresses, heavy-lidded, and he lets out a larger groan.
“That’s it, Alvin. Yeah. Right there.”
This isn’t my power doing this to him. I’m the one making this experienced, perfect-looking guy bite his lower lip with raw pleasure. I’m the one who gets to have this. Not my monster. Me.
Confidence swells in my chest. And I’m finally ready.
I remove my fingers, reach for the bottle, and quickly run a thick line of the clear lube directly along the back of my shaft.
I stroke its slickness all over, and I’m hit with twinges of pleasure as I massage my own head, which has become a deep, flushed purple.
I’m more excited than I thought I was, and I need to suck in cool breath between my teeth so I don’t lose control.
I quickly use my hand to line my shaft up with the warmth of his hole as best I can and push forward.
But I miss.
And then I miss again! It’s crazy but the lube totally glides me off and away each time!
My brain is about to start spinning again when Rafa crunches forward and wraps his hot, callused hand around my shaft.
“Just a little bit lower, sweetheart…” His voice is tight. Not with impatience. With desire.
He smiles warmly and gives me a wink, his gaze like an embrace.
His loving eyes hold mine as he guides me into position.
It’s both sweet and hot, and some missing puzzle piece clicks into place inside me and settles me back into my body, into this moment.
The edges of his hole twitch just around my tip.
I push forward—and become gripped with the glorious sensation of his most private part sliding around and engulfing me.
My shaft twinges with the heat and crush of his body, and I cry out a high, sighing whimper.
My thickness fills him, and he beams back at me as he arches and squirms. I hold for several pounding heart beats, just reveling in the feeling of connection, the sensation of him trembling under me and around me, of literally being part of him.
It is a rare and awesome thing. I want to lose myself in it more.
I shift to get my shoulders under his knees, lean forward, and drop my palms into the stretched top sheet just to the sides of his chest. The pilled fabric strains against my weight, but I’m now too caught up in the warmth of Rafa’s body against my skin to get distracted.
He rests his hands on my wrist and gulps in a sharp breath as I fill him deeper.
I sheathe out and in, just once, and then again, until a slow, steady rhythm starts to feel right.
The firm rub of muscle against my cock ignites an intense squeeze of pleasure, but it’s the contact of his callused palms on me, and the brush of my stomach against his dick and rough hairs that I really love.
Being so close. Sharing something so private and raw with this beautiful guy who just wants to rescue me and keep me safe.
Everything else falls away.
My nerves feel electric. My senses are sharper than they usually are.
Smooth flesh slides like a silky caress all around my cock.
Then I find that wonderful little bump inside him.
The shape blooms into my awareness—not like Collin’s AR, more like a part of my own body—and I deliberately grind the back of my head against it, enjoying its yielding rub.
It swells and hardens as I speed up my thrusts.
Rafa starts sighing over and over with delight.
“Man, man, you’re hitting the perfect spot… How are you… Oh, oh, oh…”
His eyes become dreamy and distant and my heart swells with joy, watching this strong, fearless superhero lose the ability to speak while I fill him again and again.
Not because he’s in my power. Because he’s loving it so much.
I’ve been afraid of sex pretty much my whole life—I’ve been afraid of this entire part of me, really.
Finally being able to enjoy this with an actual human being and seeing what I’m doing bring such delight to Rafa, it makes me feel good.
It makes me feel like I’m more than who I thought I was.
Rafa fists the sheets. With every thrust, he groans and a pulse of warm fluid from his dick spills out to trail against my grinding belly. The skin it touches lights up and tingles, my heightened nerves aware of every living inch of him. He must be close.
I pick up the pace, leaning into my enhanced strength and swiveling my pelvis so I can thrust harder against his butt cheeks. The mattress frame creaks and bangs against the wall. He starts to slide up the bed, so he slips his hands forward and grips the back of my triceps to hold himself in place.
“So goddamn sexy how strong you look,” he says in a smoky undertone. He’s staring at my flexed muscles, his gaze dreamy. “First thing I noticed when we met…”
I look down at my own arm, at the hard curves bulging.
Usually I just see the layer of fat, but I guess a lot of the thickness of my arms, legs, and chest is natural muscle.
Maybe I don’t look like some skinny twink from a porn site, but I do look strong.
I probably shouldn’t need a guy to point that out to me, but it’s cool to realize that my thick, compact body could actually be legitimately hot. That I’ve got my own thing, too.
That I can be deeply desired just for what I am.
“Shit! Alvin! I’m-I’m close!” he cries out, his voice cracking up an octave.
Burying myself again and again into his squirming body, the grip of his coarse hands around my arms, his feverish expression, the wet, squeezing pleasure of being engulfed, this new happy feeling of self-confidence rising in my chest—it all swells together into something tremendous and overwhelming and awesome.
I’m close too.
I dig in my knees and plunge deeper. A continuous thrum of rapture now fills my groin, but underneath, I also sense a churning sea of energy inside of him. It has to be his life force, and it’s like electrified joy and delight. Something inside my chest unfurls, ready to receive it.
I’m edging, and God, I so want to make myself come, right now, make us both come. I want to drink deep from this well inside him. This is what I was meant for.
But I need to keep Rafa safe!
I urgently push my shoulders forward and use my enhanced strength to raise Rafa high onto his upper back and wrap over his torso so I can bring my mouth against his.
On my toes, hanging over his chest, and with gravity on my side, I press my lips hard against his and pour a clear message into every fiery kiss:
I need you to be okay. You’re worth protecting. I really, really like you.
And this beautiful man responds, cooing again and again from the back of his throat. They’re sounds of comfort, like someone lost for a long time who’s finally found his way back into a loved one’s arms. We’re completely in sync, deeply connected in tangled, thrusting, kissing, sexy bliss.
Then a jolt of ecstasy shudders into me as his butt grips hard around my driving shaft, his coos scrape into a long groan—and strips of hot wetness splatter against my belly.
A geyser of electric energy immediately follows, erupting into my chest. I drive the underside of my head harder into the hot, velvety walls of his passage.
A delicious and familiar squeeze of pleasure pulls in from the base of my dick.
It draws up, taut and incredible, all-consuming delight crashing up into me like a roaring wave. I cry out!
And I fill him up with my come.
Giving back as I’ve been given.
Then…
Then…
I slow down…
To a stop.
Still in him. Still pressing him under me.
And we hold there together a long moment while we get our breath back.
His eyes smile up at me, drunk and spent, and we both chuckle for some reason. Both relieved, I guess. But we also laugh because we’re happy.
Shifting back so he’s not in quite as crazy a position, I stay inside him, still hard.
“You okay?” I ask through the canyon of his thighs. I’m still panting, coming down to Earth.
“Never better, Alvin,” he says, his voice soft and airy.
His body limp and loose. “I feel amazing. Definitely a lot more wiped than I usually am but also… really alive…” He bites his lip, searching for the words.
“Somehow, once you came, it was like something inside me opened up. Something bottomless—endless—and it made everything I’ve ever worried about feel insanely small.
It’s going to take me a while to figure it out, but it honestly feels like anything is possible now!
” He laughs again. “Is that how it always is? If so, maybe you should bottle this stuff!”
Based on how my mom’s lovers have been after they spent the night with her—that is, crazy strung out and desperate before she sent them packing—I’d have to say no. But Collin did mention it would be different with me. More like how it should be.
“So, did it work?” he asks, raising his brows, his delight sobering a bit.
I check in with my muscles. If they felt like they were filled with the power of a small locomotive after being with Collin, now it’s more like a top-tier fighter jet. Like a giant rocket that could blast to the moon and beyond.
I nod, smiling warmly at him, and he exhales a long, sweet sigh, stretching his arms over his head, grinning open-mouthed like a big, happy dog, in no rush to separate from me. He really does look blissful and at peace.
“That’s awesome,” he says sleepily, holding in place a moment. Then he reaches down and wraps his fingers around mine. He raises my hand a few inches above the mattress and squeezes it firmly, even giving it a little shake, like we’ve just accomplished something extraordinary together.
And I guess we did. I have the juice I need. But like Rafa, I also got something more. Something I didn’t expect.
I don’t need to be scared of being a monster anymore. Collin was right. I’m not my mother. I wasn’t born to hurt people with this power. I was born to make good things happen. Maybe even divine things happen.
And now I’m going to use what I am to save the world.