The night air brushed against my overheated core, making everything sharper, more intense. While I was definitely embarrassed about being on display for him, I also found that, surprisingly, I liked it. My fingers curled against the hood, the cooling surface the only thing keeping me tethered.
“It’s always the difficult ones,” he said with glistening lips, his voice almost intrigued, “that are worth the trouble.”
I wanted to snap back, to throw something sharp and clever at him, but the moment he moved back between my thighs, kissing the tender flesh in front of him, every thought scattered into the wind.
All that was left was heat, tension, and the dangerous, spiraling realization that I had no intention of stopping. In fact, I wanted more.
“Oh—fuck,” slipped from my mouth as my hand tangled in his hair, gripping those silky strands. Wet, sloppy sounds echoed into the night sky, and I had glanced down to watch the steady movement of his head when something caught my attention.
The hair between my fingers was ash white. I thought?—
I blinked, doing a double take, but this time it was brown again. Weird. Was this some kind of supe magic thing?
“Is your hair?—”
I barely got the words out before his hands scooped under my ass and lifted me up with ease.
“Oh shit!” I yelped, clutching tighter, my fingers digging into his hair as the sudden height sent a jolt of adrenaline through me.
He chuckled against me, the vibration making my body react in ways that only added to the dizzying mix of pleasure and unease. My hips shifted involuntarily, and I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by all the sensations bombarding me at once.
Everything blurred after that.
One second, we were outside, the next, we were moving fast. A rush of air and disorienting speed, then he tipped forward and I fell from his shoulders.
My eyes popped open as a scream tore out of me. Strong arms caught me midair, steadying me like I weighed nothing. His grin flashed with his amusement.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded, but this time it was soft, instructive. More like he didn't want me to hurt myself. I didn’t hesitate.
The world shifted again, and I clung to his neck like my life depended on it. Two seconds later, I felt something soft beneath me.
When I opened my eyes, a massive bed was stretched out beneath me, the comforter plush, almost cloudlike. My fingers dragged across it, grounding myself in something real.
“Take off your shirt.”
His voice cut through everything, and I looked up.
Cal stood at the edge of the bed, shirt gone, pants hanging low on his hips. The sight alone nearly short-circuited my brain. It wasn’t fair how effortless it looked. How… perfect.
This was exactly why people warned against humans getting involved with supes. How could anyone compete withthat?
Not needing to be told twice, I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. His eyes roamed all over my body as his chest rose and fell with each breath. Possessive hunger took over his face, and suddenly I was aware of every inch of my exposed skin.
“Don’t be nervous. I’ll be gentle,” he said in a smooth, calm tone before kneeling on the bed and putting on a little show for me as he pulled out his long, hard cock.
“But not too gentle.” My eyes went wide. A beastly smile crossed his face as his eyes continued downward. He licked his lips as his fingers trailed the edges of my body. “I want to make your first time with a supe memorable.”
I drew in a subtle, breathy gasp as I got a full view of what he was working with. It wasn't curved, or discolored. It was pretty and thick, long enough that my gaze bounced between him and my pussy, wondering if it would all fit.
A glint caught my eye, and I swallowed hard. Right at the pink tip of his cock was a curved barbell that peeked out the slit and another ball coming out from behind his cock. Was that… a Prince Albert piercing? I’d never been with someone who had cock accessories.
I must’ve said it out loud because his deep, rich laugh was back. His palm pumped up and down before he positioned himself at my entrance.
“I—I don’t—” I started, but the words dissolved the second he surged forward and kissed me, stealing whatever argument I was trying to form.
“You will,” he murmured roughly against my lips as he slowly worked himself inside of me. He hissed between clenched teeth. “Fuck, you’re so tight, so fucking warm.”
The world narrowed to fragments—breath, movement, the overwhelming awareness of him everywhere at once.
