So Not a Hero (21 page)

I attacked Kurt the second we stepped inside the door to his condo.

The short walk from the park had been filled with brief bits of conversation. Most of Kurt’s side of the exchange had been recapping the fight with Vaporizer. He confessed that, even though he’d been a member of the EAPF for several years, he’d never been that close to an Enhanced battle. Much less being a participant.

My half of the talk was dominated by short answers and nods of agreement to something he said. I honestly cared less about what had taken place in the recent past and focused more on what I hoped would be taking place in the really-soon future. Before the hot-headed villain had crashed my date just to get his ass stomped, I’d been wondering if the evening would end in someone’s bed.

Afterwards, with my pulse elevated from the fight, and adrenaline still rushing in my blood, I’d stopped wondering
if
it would happen and started wondering
when
. Fortunately, just about the time the idea of dragging him down a dark alley for a quickie started to sound pretty good, Kurt gestured at a flight of steps leading up to a dark door.

“Here we are.”

My skin felt hot and my insides quivered with nervousness and need as the detective retrieved a small ring of keys from his pocket, opened the door, and led me inside his home. He closed the door behind him, dropping the keys into a nearby wooden bowl, and turned towards me. “Well, here is my humble abo—”

I slammed him as gently as possible against the heavy wooden door, grinding my body against his. His surprised moan was captured in my mouth as I planted my lips on top of his and forced them apart with my tongue. Greedy enjoyment savored the taste of his mouth. Cinnamon, chocolate, and wine. I couldn’t devour him fast enough, and the longer I kissed him, the harder he kissed me back. A slow burning heat tickled through my brain and made areas to the south warm and wet.

I hadn’t been intimate with anyone I was physically attracted to in over two years. However, it didn’t take me long to rediscover my rhythm and I ground myself against him again. He responded by wrapping his arms around my waist, and I let him turn us around, so that my back to the door this time. At least this way he wasn’t at risk for getting squashed.

His hands glided down over the curve of my ass and gave a firm squeeze as he ground himself against me. I could feel his hardness, and it only fanned the flames within me. I pushed forward and we walked—well, more like waddled—out of the foyer, each of us refusing to be the one to end the embrace or the kiss.

We finally parted slightly someplace along the way from the front door to the dining room. I leaned against the doorframe—keeping my weight on my feet—breathless and a little light-headed. The thumping in my chest echoed in my ears and felt powerful enough to break through my indestructible ribcage. The musky scent of his cologne, which had been barely on Amalfi’s patio, swam in my nose and ignited the primitive parts of my brain. The parts that controlled desire.

Kurt smiled and placed both hands on the wall on either side of me. The grin on his face wasn't the tiniest bit smarmy or arrogant. It was the smile of a man who was enjoying himself, and I found myself returning it.

“That was nice,” I said as I rubbed a finger over my lips, teasing the buzz his kiss had left lingering there.

“Just nice?” he asked with an upturned brow. “I can do better than nice, I’m sure.” He moved the finger aside so he could lavish another heavy lip lock on me. I draped my arms around his neck, leaning up into the kiss.

I moved one hand from around his neck and ran my fingertips over the front of his chest, down his side, and across the erection pushing against the front of his slacks. I turned my hand slightly and traded teasing fingers for a full palm, cupping him carefully. At this moment, the last thing I wanted was to accidentally damage the goods.

Kurt stopped kissing me and glanced down. When his eyes came back up to my own, they reflected the smoldering passion of my own need.

I had to give the detective props for his technique. Rather than just going straight to divesting me of my clothing, he took his time. His hands moved over the top of my dress, exploring my body through the thin material. Strong fingers cupped one breast, massaging and stroking instead of squeezing. That same hand moved off and down my side, making me shudder with a combination of tickling and teasing. When he got to the hem, he brushed along the tops of my thighs before he slid his hand up, palm cupping my bare ass cheek. Once again, he patiently toyed with the flesh in his hands, hitting just the right spots to make me tremble.

I broke my mouth away from his and tilted my head to nibble lightly on his ear. Pursing my lips, I whispered as sensually as I could, “Kurt, if you don’t stop teasing and get to fucking me, I’m going to break something.”

His lips laughed in the hollow of my throat and his tongue darted out to lick right along the line of my jaw. “You sure you want to do this, Karen?” He placed several butterfly kisses down the skin to my shoulder. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything.” His words were murmured into the flesh.

I reached down under my dress, moved his hand off my ass, and grabbed the side of my panties in my fingers. It’s next to nothing for me to rip steel plates into strips, so the white satin garment stood no chance at all. I kept my eyes locked onto Kurt’s and felt perverse satisfaction as they widened at the unmistakable sound cloth being ripped. I brought up the ruined underwear and waved it beside his cheek. The heady smell of my arousal wafted from the fabric.

“Just in case you’re feeling a little slow this evening, Detective,” I said as I flipped the panties away somewhere in the darkness and draped both arms around his shoulders. “That’s my way of telling you ‘Go.’”

His smile widened and he tilted his head towards the darkened hallway on my left. "Then I think we should take this show to the bedroom."

I shook my head and continued to stroke his crotch, enjoying the feeling of having the bulge in his pants grow larger and harder. "Unless you have a dura-steel frame bed, we're probably better off just doing it on the floor."

“Floor works for me just fine,” he said and backed away, taking my hand to lead me around the dining room table to a large, thick rug covering the hardwood floor. He turned me around and slid the zipper on the back of the dress down in such a slow, tormenting manner I nearly screamed with frustration. When he had me completely unfastened, he lifted the material off my shoulders and let it go.

The dress slid down my body and pooled around my feet. I stepped out of the circle of cloth and kicked it behind me before slipping out of my shoes. The carpet was soft and warm and I scrunched up my toes in anticipation of what I was going to be doing on it very soon.

Kurt walked around until he was facing me again, lightly tracing his fingers over my bare bottom. As he did, I attempted to unfasten the clasp holding the front of my bra closed. Of course, that’s when I realized that Vaporizer’s attack had fused the plastic edges together. I snorted with annoyance and just broke the damned thing and shrugged free.

Hopefully I was done battling bad guys for the evening. Otherwise, instead of fighting in lingerie, I’d be doing it in the buff.

Kurt stood in front of me, appraising the view I was providing. When his eyes met mine again, he smiled. “You are so beautiful.”

“I’m naked,” I responded. “And it’s not exactly fair that I’m the only one.” I grabbed the edges of his polo and pulled it up over his head, tossing it in the general direction I’d sent my panties.

His chest was deliciously defined, revealing that the good detective and regular exercise were well acquainted. There was a little strip of dark hair running up from his navel to the center of his chest. I ran the fingers of one hand over the hair, marveling at the softness of it in contrast with the firmness of the muscles. I stepped closer and placed a kiss on his chest, burying my nose into him to smell his manly scent.

As if on autopilot, my fingers managed to unfasten the front of his pants and I knelt down on the rug, pulling his boxers down with the slacks. His erection sprang free, jutting upwards at a sharp angle. The light coming in from the window shone right across our location and allowed me to see that he was indeed as well developed as I’d felt through the pants.

Kurt put his hand on my shoulder as I lifted each foot in turn and removed his socks and shoes. Then I pulled the rest of his clothing from around his legs and tossed them aside.  “Now we’re both equally naked,” he said with a little laugh.

I turned my face up to him and smiled for just a second. Then I wrapped my fingers around the hard shaft hanging there in front of me and ran my tongue up the underside of it, from the base to the engorged head. A little drop of salty wetness met me at the end of the lick and Kurt shuddered, giving my shoulder a squeeze. I opened my mouth to take him and he pulled back, shaking his head.

What the hell? Surely my date wouldn’t go down in the history books as the first man ever to decline a blow job.

He lowered himself down to his knees and put his other hand on my chin, staring into my eyes. “Ladies first.” He moved his hand to my shoulder and guided me backwards until I was lying on the rug. Then he leaned to the side and grabbed a pillow from someplace close and wedged it under my lower back, pushing my pelvis into an elevated position.

I sighed and extended my arms over my head, fingers brushing against one of the table’s metal legs. One of Kurt’s hands cupped my breast, and his thumb brushed over the nipple, sending a series of chills up my spine.

I might be unaffected when it came to pain, but pleasure was a whole different ball game.

He tilted his head to the side, leaning in to take the other breast in his mouth. The warmth of his breath and the roughness of his tongue made me gasp. I drew in a breath to release another sigh. However, it was a gasp that came from between my lips as the fingers of his other hand found their way to the dampness between my legs and one of them stroked up between the folds.

I spread my legs wider, encouraging him to continue. It was all the hint he needed. His danced and teased around until was soaked and ready to burst. One finger kept stroking the underside of my clit and on the tenth or so pass, I realized that Kurt was driving me full speed towards the edge. I rolled my hips, grinding against his hand as hard as I dared, and moaned softly. He responded by slipping two fingers deep inside. I moaned again, this time a little louder.

“You’re so wet,” he said, lifting his head from my breast. His fingers slid in and out with a steady rhythm, thumbnail stroking the underside of my clit with each pass.

I ground my hips upward, pressing against his fingers. “You’re making me wet,” I responded. His touch was so perfect, so attentive. I could feel the pressure building inside of me, that slow roll towards the summit.

He gave the wet nipple another lick and then kissed down my sternum and over my belly. I gasped when his tongue ran around my navel and giggled slightly from the kiss he placed on my hip bone. Then his mouth traveled back towards the center and downwards, and I stiffened as his lips drifted over the scar marring otherwise smooth flesh.

My preset excuse jumped into my head and the word ‘appendectomy’ waited at the ready in my mouth. However, either he didn’t notice the healed wound or didn’t care in the moment. No, what had Kurt’s attention was just a little further down. His lips left my skin for an eternally-long second before I felt them again, right on top of my lady bits.

His experienced tongue worked in harmony with his fingers and I felt touched inside, outside, and all around. His lips nibbled on my clit and the tip of his tongue lashed the underside with strong strokes. I gasped again and murmured something that seemed unintelligible to my own ears, but nonetheless spurred Kurt into applying greater attention. I arched my back again and wrapped my hands around the metal cylinder next to my head.

The tongue stroking stopped, leaving me hanging and burning with a desirous need for release. “I love the way you taste,” he said and returned to driving me insane. His fingers continued working in rhythm with his tongue, alternating strokes and tripling the amount of wetness coming from inside me. His teeth lightly grazed over the engorged nub and my back bowed in response. I wanted to tell him to keep going, to not worry about hurting me. But the man was strumming every sensual cord in me like a maestro and the last thing I wanted to be was provide unnecessary direction.

He worked me up and down, pushing me higher and higher along the road to climax. The hand on my breast kept perfect time with the actions taking place between my legs and I closed my eyes, my breaths turning into shallow, ragged gasps punctuated with purring non-words. Each moan seemed to serve to motivate him to do more and I thought I felt a third finger join the other two.

“Oh god, Kurt.” I said as I reached the summit and teetered on the precipice. “Don’t. Oh, yeah. That’s just.” I bit down on my lip as the balancing act in my head found its tipping point. “I’m … I’m… Oh yes!” Then I came. Hard.

My back bowed and I groaned as the first wave slammed into me, sending pretty sparkles flashing behind my eyelids. Kurt continued to lap at me, his tongue zapping the erogenous nerves that were in the process of all firing at once. The groan became a scream and my control faltered.

I brought my knees together at the same moment a second orgasm ripped through me. My fingers curled and the metal tube between them crumpled like cardboard. The table wobbled and then fell over onto its side, landing with a crash that managed to finally tear Kurt’s attention away from my pussy and give me the moment’s respite I needed to finish coming and ride out the ecstasy wave in peace. After a few minutes of slow, gasping breaths, I opened my eyes and raised my head to see Kurt sitting up. He was watching me with a slight grin on his face and a glisten on his chin.