Shiver : 13 Sexy Tales of Humor and Horror - Aurora Belle - Страница 24

He gives me a sheepish look. “I dunno. I lost count.”

Awesome. Let’s hope that punch isn’t his kryptonite. I’m counting on some epic sex tonight.

He looks at me with his brows knit together. “Do you mind if we get me undressed first? This panty girdle thing is getting really, really uncomfortable.”

“By all means,” I say, gesturing across his torso. “But take it slow and sexy, I want to have time to admire every part of you in your Superhero glory.”

He grins widely. “Okay slow and sexy.” He carefully pulls the costume’s neck wide and starts to ease one side down his broad shoulders. When he’s finally pulled his hand and arm completely out of the garment he looks at me with a blank stare as if he’s not sure what to do next. “How do I undress sexy? That’s your department.”

I lift up on my elbows so I can see better. “Remember when I forced you to see Magic Mike with me?”

He looks a little scared as he nods.

“Give me some of that…Superman style!” The edges of my lips curl up as he hesitates. But then he spreads his legs hip-width apart and forces his fists onto where his hips would be if men had hips. It’s a little bit like the disco band, The Village People, in attitude but the effect flexes all his arm muscles. At least Nathan never stopped working out and his body is all the sexier for it.

He grins at me. “Like that? That’s how Superman poses.”

I lick my lips as he watches amused. “Yes! More!”

He peels the uniform off the other arm until it’s revealed, then shimmies the body suit half way down his chest. He turns around and lifts one arm into the flying pose and flexes the other. I see hard, defined muscles in his back that I didn’t even know were there.

I clap wildly and whoop and holler from the bed. “More!”

After an awkward moment of him fumbling with his yellow belt, he turns around and slowly drags the suit just below his ass. Whoa! He must’ve really had a lot of punch.

I prop a pillow behind my head and grin. “Sexy man!” I moan.

He shoves the costume further down and when he turns around his thumbs are looped under what I recognize to be the compression panties.

“Are you ready for the big reveal?” he asks. He’s blushing like a kid but seems to be pushing himself to keep it going.

“I want everything,” I groan.

As the spandex is pulled down, I get to see how excited Nathan really is. He looks down and then up at me anxiously.

An intense wave of desire crawls up my spine and I reach out for him. “Forget Magic Mike! Let’s get this show on the road!”

With a look of relief Nathan makes quick work of getting his boots and the rest of his outfit off. I’ve never seen him so happy to be naked. He crawls up on the bed next to me.

“Okay, Wonder Woman — your turn. Shall we start with the boots?”

Suddenly I’m not sure this bodysuit has enough give for me to curl all the way over and undo the boots myself. “Could you take them off for me?” I ask with doe eyes.

When the boots tumble to the floor he moves closer and tugs on the edge of the bustier. “This next. Your breasts have been making me crazy all night.”

I sit up and turn my back to him. “See the million hooks? They all need to be undone.”

“Wow! Okay.” He has nimble fingers so he seems undaunted by his task. “Hey I thought you said this was really tight? It’s feels kind of loose to me.”

“It wouldn’t hook up pre-bodysuit.”

“Oh,” he whispers as his eyebrows shoot up. Maybe he’s finally understanding the magnitude of my situation.

When the last hook is undone I attempt to wedge my fingers between the foam tape along the front cups and my breasts but there’s no give. That tape must be stronger than I thought.

“What?” he asks as he sees me trying to poke inside.

“This thing is taped on.” I scrunch my face up as he attempts to peek inside my cleavage.

“Why taped?”

“Because my tits kept trying to set themselves free.”

“Seriously?”

“Do you really think I’d glue myself in here for any other reason?”

“Good point. So what’s the plan?”

“There’s only one thing to do and it requires both of us to be brave.”

He goes pale.

“We’re going to have to rip it off. Or more likely, you’ll have to rip it off of me.”

“Oh God, I can’t do that Brooke.”

“You’re going to have to. Haven’t you ever ripped off a Band-aid?”

“Of course, but we’re talking about something infinitely more precious here than a skinned knee.”

“Well if you really don’t want to do it I can try soaking in a hot tub to see if the adhesive loosens. But I’ve got to warn you, it could take a while.” I give him the single arched brow look with a sexy pout.

Suddenly he looks really anxious. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try pulling the thing off first.”

“That-a-boy!” I steel myself by fisting the sheets on either side of me and nodding for him to grab the hem of the bustier.

There’s a distinct look of terror in his eyes.

“Go on now, Nathan.” I close my eyes so I don’t have to watch and clench my fists even tighter.

He pulls with a firm tug but all it does is jostle my boobs. I open my eyes and blink. “That isn’t going to work. You’ve got to pull much harder than that. Why don’t you just rip it off sideways?”

Nathan winces.

“Well maybe it’s time to ask…what would Superman do?”

He nods, fired up with new determination.

“He wouldn’t let a little bit of tape stop him. Would he?”

Nathan narrows his eye. “No he wouldn’t.”

Before I can even fist the sheets again, he grabs the upper edge of the bustier and rips with such force that the thing goes flying across the room. I’m so shocked by the surprise combined with the pain that I let out a blood curdling scream and wedge my eyes shut.

The next thing I know he’s on all fours crotched over me. “Brooke, baby…are you alright?”

“It hurts,” I whimper. I open one eye to see his stricken expression. “Maybe you could kiss it and make it all better.”

He nods and gets to work trailing kisses along the red line on my cleavage where the tape was. “Is that better?” he whispers.

I nod and point down to my breast. “I think you need to kiss it better here too.”

He smiles and gently kisses my nipple before swirling his tongue over it and taking it in his mouth. I quickly forget the tape pain.

Considering the fact that my body is still so tightly compressed in spandex, you’d think that I wouldn’t notice my insides clench as he moves to the other nipple, but I do. I notice so intently that I start pushing my star spangled panties off while he focuses on the task at hand…driving me wild.

As he continues I look down and notice the little Superman curl on his forehead I made with styling gel. His eyes are hooded and when I moan his smoldering gaze travels up to meet mine.

I start to squirm so I snap the spandex at the top of my body suit. He understands my direction. He rises up and wedges his fingers under the top band of the body suit and yanks hard.

Nothing. It’s like the damn thing is glued to my skin.

“Good God,” he gasps after another powerful yank. He lifts his hands in the air as if he’s cursing the spandex gods. “What more do we have to go through? I’m in pain here!” He gestures down to his erection.

He sounds pitiful. And in my desperation I spread my legs and run my hand over my crotch. “Look Nathan, there’s a hole in the bodysuit!”

It may be the low light in the room but I could swear his complexion goes green. “Your bodysuit has a hole for sex?”

“Well not so much for sex, but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t work. Come on and try! It’ll be kinky like those people that wear head-to-toe vinyl when they do it.”

He leans over to peer between my legs and he pulls on the spandex opening with his fingers. When he straightens up he shakes his head firmly. “There’s no way.”