“I was a Boy Scout.” He smirked. “And I practice when my friend from work takes us on his boat the first Wednesday of the month to watch fireworks on the lake.”
“Oh, really?” I stretched, gripping the back of the lounge behind my head.
The guyliner on his eyelids added a dramatic flair to the glint in his gaze as he prowled my way. “Are you into restraints?”
“I want to find out.”
The rumble that left his chest was all Batman, reminding me of how he’d stood up for me to Nina. My own vigilante.
He pulled on the cowl to lift it.
“No, leave it on.” Would he think I was a freak? It was worth checking. He looked so hot and mysterious. The best thing was that it was Beck under the mask and that he was willing to play with me. “Is that Kryptonite in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
“Cay, I—”
“It’s Kal-El.”
Understanding dawned on him, and his eyes twinkled. He puffed his chest, my costume fitting him perfectly, accentuating the gorgeous curves of his body. His chin up, expression serious, he inhaled slowly.
“It’s Kryptonite. You owe me for saving your parents when you were away. When I have this—” He patted the imaginary rock in his pocket. “You can’t overpower me.”
“Who says I want to? I have a pure heart but a dirty mind.” I grinned, and Beck groaned. He liked it just the way I did. “But you might have to bind me or hold me down so I won’t try to escape.” I batted my lashes for effect and relished at how Beck was holding back a grin.
“On your knees, then.” Beck used the Batman voice, and holy imaginary planet of Krypton, it worked on me like a charm.
I stood, only to drop to my knees, looking up.
“Clasp your hands in front.” Beck scanned the garments around us and pulled out another silk scarf before he paused in front of a hanger with slim belts looped through it. He picked a couple and tossed them onto the floor like a handful of snakes.
The silk scarf tickled my wrists when he wrapped it around them and tightened it with a knot. My heart pounded as if I’d run for miles, pumping blood to my cheeks and my cock at once. Beck’s hands remained steady when he unclasped the bat-shaped buckle and let the rubber belt hit the floor with a dull thud.
“Open wide.” Beck’s low voice sent shivers through me. Holy hotness, I licked my lips and parted them, waiting.
I didn’t know when I went from enjoying my time with women to sucking cock, but here I was. Oh, wait, that was a lie. My heterosexuality became questionable the moment my lips had touched Beck’s.
And now they were touching his cock. The head slipped into my mouth, and I moaned around it. Clean sweat and salty precum were now my aphrodisiac. I sucked in more inch by inch, my bound hands straining to touch Beck’s balls, thighs, or to squeeze his ass. But I couldn’t, and that sent my cock twitching.
Beck’s hand touched my shoulder, and I thought he wanted me to stop, but then it settled in my hair, his fingers ruining my Superman-slick do. I didn’t care. Saliva pooled in my mouth as Beck’s cockhead hit the back of my throat.I tried not to gag, but it was damn hard. I’d have to get myself a dildo to practice before next time. Or maybe Beck could let me practice more often, not only during stolen moments like this one.
“Fuck, Cay—Kal—” Beck’s words came out with a choked gasp, and he pulled out, leaving my mouth empty.
I looked up at him and licked my saliva-drenched lips. “I haven’t repaid you yet.”
“Lie back.” He waved a hand at the lounge and helped me stand up with a firm grip on my arm.
I sprawled myself with some difficulty, considering the downsides of my costume when my hands were bound. Seeing that, Beck arranged my cape underneath me. Myriad Batman-related quips came to my mind, but Beck’s focus on picking up the belts and squatting by my feet had me speechless. He tied my ankles to the legs of the lounge loosely enough so I could wiggle my feet freely. Standing up, he stroked his cock once before he unzipped his boots at the sides. He kicked them off and stepped out of his pants and boxer briefs with desperate movements.
His cock bounced when he moved closer and clasped the scarf around my wrist, the delicate fabric soft against my skin.
“Hold your hands above your head.”
The words sent a wave of heat through me. Holy shit, I was so gone. I did as asked, archingmy body, drawing his gaze to my cock straining under the red-and-blue spandex. I was ready for anything he was about to do to me.
“You trust me…” His voice betrayed the surprise in his tone.
“Of course I do.”
He swore and kneeled to capture my lips in a quick, fiery kiss, the rubber nose of his cowl poking my cheek. I should be more careful with handing Beck power over me, but right now, I didn’t care. I trusted he wouldn’t hurt me. Not physically and not on purpose. My heart? Well, I’d have to wait and see.
