Selena Kitt
I’LL BE YOUR SUPERMAN
“He wants you.” His hand moved over her hip under the covers.
“So?” She turned toward him in the dark. “You’re saying because Ben wants me he should get to have me?”
“And you want him.”
There was a long silence before she slid over and put her head on his shoulder. “Why do you think so?”
“I know you.” Evan stroked her hair. “I’ve seen you look at him… the way you are around him. You do that little laugh with him.”
“I have a laugh?”
“Yeah, it’s the ‘You’re so funny, I wish you’d fuck me now’ laugh.” She snorted. “I do not.”
“Yes, you do,” he countered. “You want him, he wants you… and I want to watch.”
“Why?” She shook her head.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Let’s just say I want to live vicariously.” She sighed and kissed his shoulder. “Aren’t you worried?”
“About what?”
“What if I fall in love with Ben? Or Ben falls in love with me?” He kissed the top of her head. “You already love each other. That’s the point.”
“What if I decide to leave?” she mock-threatened.
It was his turn to snort. “Baby, if you were going to leave, you’d have done it three years ago, when I went all Christopher Reeves on you.” She rolled her eyes. “So you’re Superman now?”
“It’s a bird, it’s a plane-no, wait, it’s a wheelchair!” She shoved him with her hip. “Besides, Christopher Reeve was a quad raplegic, you idiot. And he…well, they had a baby together, after his accident.”
“I know.” He sighed. “His parts worked, even if he couldn’t feel a damned thing-mine don’t. Luck of the draw, babe.”
“Evan, I love you,” she said. “Doing this makes no sense.”
“Yes, it does,” he argued. “And you know it.”
“I’m perfectly satisfied, you know.” She pressed her breasts against his side. “You do have a tongue, remember?”
“Yes.” He chuckled. “And I’m rather talented with it, if I do say so myself.”
“I don’t know,” she purred, slipping her leg up over him. “Let’s try it out again, just to be sure.”
He cradled her ass as she slid up his chest. “Only if you say yes.”
“To what? Sex with Ben?” She reached down and spread her lips open.
“Yes.” He pushed her fingers out of the way to explore for himself, up and down her slit. Her hands moved her breasts, playing with her nipples.
“And what if I’m perfectly happy with my Amazing Vegetable Tongue-o-Matic?”
He laughed. “You’re such a bitch.” He reached up and twisted her nipples, making her squeal.
“I want you, not Ben.” Her voice was quiet.
“You can’t really have me.” He slid a finger up inside of her. “That’s kind of the problem.”
She made a noise deep in her throat as he started to finger her. “Oh, shut up and lick me.”
He did, slipping his hands around her hips and guiding her toward his tongue. She shaved for him because he loved it-her skin there was soft and completely bald, admitting his probing tongue without any resistance at all. She had come twice tonight for him already. He loved pushing her until she couldn’t stand it, until she was begging him to stop, pleading, “No more, I can’t! No more!” There was usually at least one more…
“Ooh!” she squealed when he found her clit, grabbing onto the headboard and rocking her hips.
He loved her enthusiasm and the way she responded to him and how he could always take her a little deeper than she thought she could really go. Sliding another finger in to join the first, he held them stiff as she moved against his tongue, letting her fuck his hand.
“Another one.” She spread her legs a little wider. He smiled, sliding a third finger into her, feeling her slip down toward him, shoving his hand in deeper.
“Mmmmmm,” she hummed, and he could feel her squeezing her muscles.
Her voice was a whispered plea. “Lick, lick, lick.” His whole mouth covered her mound now, his tongue flat and sweeping, the way she liked it at the beginning, back and forth over the tender bud of her clit. He could feel her muscles deep inside around his fingers, tightening and releasing, and he knew what she wanted, how much she missed what she kept saying she didn’t.
He sucked her clit, starting to move his fingers in and out of her pussy, fast, making her moan and buck on top of him. Keeping a constant suction on her clit, or else she would just writhe and wriggle right away, he pistoned his fingers into her, driving hard, making her moan.
God, he loved fucking her. He missed fucking her-shoving his cock so far into her that she gasped and tried to twist out of his grip. He had no feeling left there at all…his cock was simply a bathroom tool now. Still, he felt arousal. It wasn’t centered in his genitals anymore-it was more like an overall flush, like his whole body became an erection and he was fucking her completely.
“You want a big, hard cock shoved up in there, don’t you?” He pressed his fingers into her flesh. She moaned and whimpered. “Tell me, Stef.”
“God!” she gasped, as he used the fingers on his other hand to pull back the hood of her clit and rub it-that always made her whole body shudder.
“Fingers just aren’t the same, are they?” He worked her clit faster now. Her thighs were trembling. “And a dildo isn’t the same either, is it?” Her juices were
flowing down over his hand and wrist, and she was gripping the headboard so hard it rocked along with her, banging into the wall with her movements.
“A big, hard cock…” He twisted his fingers inside her. “Hot flesh driving up inside of you…filling every part of you…”
“Oh, please,” she begged, slamming her body down onto his hand, his fingers working her clit in fast circles. “Oh, Evan, use your tongue.”
“Tell me you want it,” he said. “Tell me you want to be fucked. Tell me the truth.”
“No,” she pleaded, trembling on him. “Please, don’t…”
“Tell me.” He teased her clit for a minute with just the tip of his tongue and then pulled it away.
She moaned. “Oh, God!”
“You know it’s true.” He did it again, just a tease over her clit, his fingers moving slow now, the wet squelch of her pussy filling the room.
“Oh, fuck!” She shuddered against him, grabbing his head, trying to get him to put his tongue where she wanted it.
He jerked back. “Tell me you want a cock inside you, Stef.” He felt her relent, her muscles going slack. She stopped fighting him, fighting it, whispering, “Oh, I hate you for this.”
“No, you don’t.” He feathered kisses on her clit now. “Tell me.”
“Yes!” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes! I want to be fucked!”
Her admission sent a jolt through him as she went wild, gasping and moaning, thrusting her hips against his face and tongue until she came, her muscles fluttering around the fingers plunged deep inside her pussy.
When she was spent, she crawled off of him and buried her face in her pillow. He thought he heard her say, “I hate you,” but he wasn’t sure. He used the incredible strength in his arms to move himself up onto his elbow beside her, stroking her long, sweat-dampened and tangled blonde hair.
“I’m going to invite Ben to dinner,” he said.
Stef turned her face to him. “Is this what you really want?” He leaned in and kissed her shoulder. “It’s what you need.”
“More wine,” Stef said grimly, holding her glass out to him.
Evan filled it without even raising his eyebrows, knowing how much she hated the stuff.
“How’s the roast?” He watched her down the liquid with a grimace and a shudder.