“Not until I find?—”
“You’re the only powered hero…” she paused and corrected herself. “Person… in the city. You’re in no shape to answer questions. Get out of here, and for the love of God, don’t let anybody know who you are.”
Wait, she didn’t recognize me? I touched my face and could feel the texture of the suit covering my eyes and nose. Whatever spawned these gifts, they were doing a good job of keeping me and my identity safe. I had questions. Why did Smoke attack the hospital? Where had he gone? But most of all, I worried he could identify Aiden and put him in jeopardy. But I pushed them aside. Right now, as the sirens grew louder, I needed a place to hide.
“Rookie.” She patted me on the shoulder. “Get out of here and take a cold shower. Let me handle the paperwork.”
I growled. I didn’t like the answer, but she was right. “Thanks.”
I might need to stop talking smack about the vigilantes in the city. They might not have flashy powers, but they still put themselves at risk. Yet, here I was, a human matchstick,and I couldn’t even take out a bunch of disgruntled hospital employees.
I bolted for the back of the hospital, faster than should have been possible. I needed to change and get back to Lei before she realized I was missing. Then I needed to contact Aiden. One fight with a villain and already my life had gotten complicated.
9
I hadn’t neededa hot shower like that in years. Scrubs might seem like a practical solution when you’re working with bodily fluids. However, within minutes, you realize why you don’t want to see everything that gets on your uniform. I would not get out until the scalding water turned lukewarm. Most likely I’d take another before bed. I didn’t want to find out what would happen if Smoke’s blast of stupid left residue. Ew.
The Leos had shut down the hospital emergency room. The rest of the day, Lei and I shuttled patients from one hospital to the next. It was another day at the job, except for the first patient. Her orbital socket had been crushed and her jaw dislodged. Her face had already swollen, and the purple bruises were fast to fill in around the poorwoman’s eye. Before we took her vitals, I knew everything that was wrong. I should, because I was the one who did it.
I pushed the guilt aside, thinking about the phone charging on the couch. By the time I finished washing away the filth, I’d be able to text Aiden and make sure he had gotten away without a scratch. I had stared at the charger for five minutes before I swore. I couldn’t will the stupid piece of plastic to power up any faster. At least the shower distracted me long enough for the damned thing to turn on.
“Speaking of turned on…” I couldn’t help but smile at Aiden’s insistence on this coffee date. I would gladly put some cream in his coffee if he allowed me. As the water cooled, I imagined him with me. It’d stay plenty hot. Two big guys in a tight space. There’d be no option but to be pressed up against him.
The soap had done its job of getting my skin clean, just not my mind. With a quick squeeze of my shaft, I decided I might as well take care of business. The cold water, however, meant I needed to find another place to get comfortable and unload.
Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel, doing a light pat down. I walked out of the shower and tossed the towel on the couch, spreading it out so I could relax without leaving a wet spot on the fabric. A quick glance at the phone showed it had turned on, but was now working through a series of updates.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Furiously clicking the screen did nothing to stop the manufacturer from hijacking the device. “Well, little buddy…” I plopped down on the couch, rolling back the foreskin on my cock. “It’s your job to keep me busy now.”
Yes, I regularly talked to my penis. With all the abuse I put him through, he’d earned a pep talk here and there. Besides, if I wasn’t going to love him, who would? Well, if we could nail down a time, I hoped a certain journalist would.
He proved to be a persistent man, and I believed that would be the case when clothes came off. He’d have a hand on my chest, pushing me onto the couch, pushing my knees apart so he could get on his knees. It had been a while since a playmate came knocking, and there was no doubt my cock would be hard, eagerly awaiting the attention. By the time he pulled back my foreskin, there’d be a puddle of precum.
I closed my eyes while I played. As I wrapped my fingers around the base, giving it a firm squeeze, I imagined how much better it’d feel if it were him. After the events of today, thinking of Aiden handling my cock was exactly what I needed to take the edge off. Who needed superpowers? I needed a skilled mouth teasing the head of my cock before taking it all the way to the base. There were few things in life more satisfying than a hot guy determined toswallow the last inch. If they choked a little before they reached base, it’d be even hotter.
Running fingers along the underside of my shaft, I wanted it to be his tongue. When he reached the tip, would he lick the head or skip the foreplay and swallow it? Pulling back the foreskin, I opened my eyes to see I was already leaking. Would he take matters into his own hands, or would he want me to take charge? The thought of sliding my hand over the back of his head, easing him down, made my shaft rigid.
I coated my finger in precum, watching the thread of fluid between my finger and slit. I licked my finger, tasting a bit of the sweetness. I returned to massaging the head of my cock, letting the tingling reach my balls. There was no way I’d be able to hold back. By the time his mouth closed around my cock, I’d be bucking my hips, holding his head while I shot my load. I’d lie and say it was because of the sexy man, but it was more from nearly forgetting what it was like to be serviced.
What I lacked in duration, I’d make up in quantity.
“Take my cock,” I mumbled. I’d hold the side of his head as I bucked my hips, nice and slow. It’d start with the entire length of my cock before I pulled out, giving him a chance to catch his breath. It wouldn’t be long before the tempo picked up. If I didn’t stop there, he’d be getting him a second mouthful in twenty minutes.
Either that or I’d stand up, pushing him down on the couch, ass in the air and?—
The thought of my cock sliding down the crack of his beautifully round, hairy ass had my balls signaling the end of playtime. Reaching under my sack, I gave them a gentle tug, letting the warm sensation spread down my legs to pointed toes. The strokes turned quick, bunching the foreskin over the head, jerking it quickly.
I tried to slow my tempo, to ride the orgasmic wave. Every man tries, we really do, but impatience wins every time. With a final stroke, the flood doors opened and pleasure raced through every fiber of my being.
I cracked my eyes open to find my skin glowing. No, not in sexual bliss. The orange light pulsed as I gasped, choking back grunts. With the head of my cock peaking above the surplus of skin, the first shot of cum reached my chest, leaving a trail across my stomach.
It’d be better deep in Aiden’s?—
My body jerked in response to the thought. The growl renewed as the vein under my shaft throbbed, pleased at the thought of the thick man’s ass. The second shot reached over my shoulder, hitting the couch with an audible smack. My torso was covered by the second and fourth strings of white. A shower was the only way to wash out a quality cum shot.
The sensation turned into a dull roar, vanishing far too quickly. While the orgasm subsided, the orange glowfollowed. Turning into a nightlight while railing a guy was going to make sex more interesting. At least my cock hadn’t caught on fire. I might need more practice before I took this show on the road.
The phone dinged, then dinged some more. By the fifteenth notification, I reached to answer, but caught the sight of cum coating my hand. Reaching for the towel, I couldn’t get at it without risking cum on the couch.
