Kryptonite

"Oh my god, Maya. Isn't that your boyfriend?"

"My what?" Your eyes follow Ashley's outstretched arm across the room and land on the hot guy who's been coming into the restaurant all summer. You grab her arm and shove it down. "Fuck, don't be so obvious about it."

Ashley is anything but subtle, and you know she isn't about to let this go after how much time you've spent gossiping about him. All the girls call him your boyfriend at this point.

"Let's go talk to him." Her voice is dripping with mischievous delight.

"We just got here, let's just, like, at least get a drink first."

She sighs dramatically. "Fiiine... go grab us some wine coolers and I'm gonna say hi to Dana."

"Yeah, I'll be right back."

You make a beeline for the kitchen, praying to the Halloween spirits that your boyfriend didn't see Ashley pointing. You pause in the doorway to look back over your shoulder at him.

He's dressed as Superman, and with his black curls and tall, muscular frame it doesn't even look like a costume. Your gaze lingers longer than you mean it to, and your stomach drops when he glances over.

You disappear into the kitchen, gripping the edge of the countertop to try to calm your nerves. His blue eyes are imprinted on your vision like you just glanced into the sun.

A group of four loudly enters the kitchen and you snap out of your trance, finding two wine coolers in the fridge and making your way back into the main room. You try to avoid looking at your hot regular again as you scan the room, but when you don't see Ashley anywhere else you realize exactly what she's done.

You look back over at him... his pretty hair, his muscular body, his tight costume... and there's your coworker talking to your crush. She won't allow you to miss this opportunity. You sigh and make your way over.

"This is Will," Ashley says as you hand her the drink. "You remember him from the restaurant, right?"

You know his name from his credit card slip, but you probably aren't supposed to. "Nice to meet you." You offer your hand, stomach fluttering as you lift your chin to look up into his eyes.

They twinkle while he looks you over. He takes your hand warmly but doesn't shake it, just... holds it there. His gaze is fixed on yours, his confidence warms your body. "It's Maya, right?"

"I'm surprised you remember."

"Yeah, you served me the first time I came in. Obviously made quite the impression, considering how often I come back."

"Well, I haven't seen you in a while."

"You haven't been working the last few times I've come in, but..." he sounds like he has more to say, but he glances at Ashley and changes course, "... yeah, next time you better be there."

"I'm always working Wednesdays."

Ashley knows he's holding something back because she's there, and she never misses an opportunity to dig her press-on claws into a spicy interaction. "You have to keep an eye on her, you know."

Will cocks his head and looks curiously from her to you. He raises a playful eyebrow when he meets your gaze, silently asking, "What could she mean by that?" You bite your tongue, feeling almost shy next to Ashley's brash approach.

Your friend shakes her head at you both as if it's the most obvious thing. She gestures both hands at him, then at you. "Superman, superhero. Poison Ivy, supervillain."

You roll your eyes. "What's he gonna do, send me to Arkham?"

Will's the one who answers. "Only if you do something bad."

You feel the heat rising on your cheeks.

Ashley inhales sharply, and you know she's stifling a squeal. "My roommate just got here," she says. "I'll see you in a bit." She pats Will's bicep. "Don't let her out of your sight." Ashley's fox tail sways proudly as she walks away, her meddling a success.

"See what I have to deal with all day?" you ask, looking up into Will's eyes for the first time since your coworker jumped into the conversation. You pinch the side of your forest green leotard, unsure what to do with your hands.

He shrugs. "I think she made some fair points. You do look... dangerous."

You want to ask, 'Dangerous to who, Superman?', but your nerves stop your tongue. Instead you say, "I guess that means it's a good costume."

"Oh, it's a great costume." He steps closer, reaching his hand toward your waist.

Your breath catches in your throat. Time seems to slow as he approaches, save for the rush of heat that travels through your body. A vine of faux leaves snakes around your leotard, and he takes one between his fingertips. You follow his hand with your eyes and watch his thumb caress the ridges of the leaf as if it wasn't just a piece of plastic.

"You dyed your hair, too." You glance back up and see his gaze fixed intently on your face. "Or that's the best wig I've ever seen."

You giggle. "It's mine. I like to change my hair up, so this was a perfect opportunity."

He releases your leaf and sets his hand back at his side. "I like it." He sounds thirsty.

You clasp your drink with both hands. "Thank you."

"I'm really glad you're here. I was worried you were only here for the summer and I might not see you again."

Lots of people leave your beach town after the season ends, so it's a reasonable assumption. "I saw you a couple times last month but you had a different server." Admitting you noticed might as well be baring your soul, but his presence is so warm and inviting your inhibitions are slipping away.

"Yeah, that was... disappointing." He touches a finger to his lips while he stares at you. He doesn't appear to notice just how desperate he looks.

"You can always request my section." You shrug.

You catch a hint of pink on his cheeks. "That... would've been a bit much. You didn't know me."

"Fair point."

"I was also still technically in a relationship then. We knew it was ending, but... it wasn't official until a month ago. I couldn't do anything about having a thing for you."

You shift in your green calf-high boots. "Oh..." you whisper. Now you feel the warmth in your own cheeks.

He seems to enjoy watching how flustered you get. An amused smile, a quiet chuckle, and then a glance over your shoulder. "Hey... would you want to go somewhere more comfortable? I see a couple seats open on the couch."

The two people on one end of the couch--along with two others in chairs--are using the coffee table to play some game involving cards and drinking, and they don't even notice when you sit down on the other side.

Will leans into the armrest to point his body toward you, and you climb fully onto the second of four cushions, curling your legs underneath you and draping an arm along the back of the couch. You press your knees into his thigh, and he rests his hand on your sheer green tights.

For a moment, he just looks at you. You're lost in the oceans of his eyes. You want him to put his hand on the back of your head and drown you.

"Where were we?"

"Uh, I don't remember."

"Oh, right," he says, like he never forgot. "I was saying I was worried you didn't work at the restaurant anymore. I thought I missed my opportunity to leave you my number."

"Well that's convenient," you joke, forcing yourself to regain some composure.

He cocks his head. "What do you mean?

"Now that you're here... with me... on the couch... at a party... Of course you were going to leave me your number."

He huffs. "You don't believe me?"

You shrug, lips curling into a teasing smile. You're proud to have taken the upper hand in the conversation.

He doesn't let you have it for long. "Alright, give me your phone." He lifts his hand from your thigh and holds it out.

Your giggle reverberates from head to toe, but you don't immediately give in.

"You can do it."

"Mm, I cooould..."

"Give it here." His fingers move like he's casting a spell, curling back twice to emphasize his command. It feels like he's already inside you.

"Okay fine..." you laugh, biting your lip to keep from giggling uncontrollably. You reach into your boot and hand him your phone, open to the contacts screen.

You can finally breathe when he looks down at the screen and frees you from the intensity of his cool blue eyes. "There..." He holds the phone out to show you his phone number... and the name 'Superman'. "... Now do you believe me?"

"Mhm, I believe you." You tuck your phone away.

"So... would I have heard from you if I left my number?"

"Do some shots with us!" With all your attention on Will, you completely missed Ashley approaching with her roommate. She sets four shot glasses on the coffee table and slaps your thigh. "Make some room!"

"You three can have the couch," Will offers. Even if you sit up straight, there's only room for one more.

Ashley rolls her eyes. "Oh my god, how obvious do I have to make it for you two? You..." She gestures at you with both hands, miming the motion of picking you up by the waist and... "Sit on his lap. I promise you, he does not mind."

Will plays along, spreading his legs slightly to make a comfortable seat. He chuckles and pats his leg, "I only bite if you want it."

You shift onto him, emanating heat from your cheeks and between your legs. He can probably feel how hot he makes you through the tight fabric of his costume. He wraps his arm around your lower back and tucks his hand into your waist.

You aren't sure if you should be drinking while your heart races like this, but you and Will both accept your shots of whiskey from Ashley. She and her roommate sit down, the four of you raise a toast to Halloween, then the newcomers go back to their conversation almost as if you and Will weren't there.

But you are here. Sitting on his lap, his arm around you, your body feeling light and tingly from the slight buzz that's coming on. It's hard to restrain yourself, hard to remember where you are, that it isn't just the two of you and you can't just do whatever you want with his body. Not yet. Not here.

All you can do now is look. He looks too, up and down your body. You glance at his mouth. His fingers dig into your waist. You bite your lip. He lays his other arm across your legs. You drape yours around his shoulder. He lets out a desperate sigh. You lean in closer. He moves his hand up your back, weaving his fingers through your red hair and pulling you the rest of the way into his kiss.

His lips are soft and warm. They were made to fit with yours. Your nails--painted red to match your hair--dig into the back of his costume, your other hand comes up to caress his chest. The aggression of his desire carries through his fingertips, one hand gripping your thigh, one guiding the movement of your head as you sink deeper into his mouth and open up for his tongue. He tastes a little salty, a little sweet, with a hint of the whiskey still lingering. He takes more, and more... and then he bites, leaving behind a sharp sting on your lower lip and another rush of heat between your legs.

You pull back surprised, but your eyes are more eager than before. You touch his cheek and run your thumb along his lower lip. "I thought you said you wouldn't bite," you whisper.

"No. I said I wouldn't bite until you wanted it." He snaps at your thumb, catching it between his teeth and holding it there.

You exhale deeply and just watch him for a moment, then, "To answer your question, yes, you would've heard from me."

He laughs with your thumb still in his mouth before releasing you. "This is better though, isn't it."

It's hardly a question. "Mmhmm."

You recall now hearing laughter and feeling the couch shift next to you, but Ashley and her roommate leaving hadn't registered at all until now. You still want to make out, but now that the moment has passed you do feel exposed here in the middle of the room. You lean in for one more short kiss then slide toward the open cushion.

Will grabs you by the hips and yanks you back onto his lap with surprising force. "Wait..." he begs.

And then you see the reason why. It's more than a bulge--his costume is so tight you can see the shape of his cock pressed between his right thigh and the red fabric.

You shimmy further, covering him with your ass. You try to imagine what he would feel like inside you. "I can stay," you reply, "but I don't know if it'll help your problem."

He groans, knowing you're correct. "Just... stay still." He clings to you tightly as a reminder. You both practically hold your breath.

He's still just as hard, though, and when his cock flexes desperately against your body you give up the game. You shift your weight to subtly grind against him. "I think we need a better plan."

"Yeah..." He caresses your lower back with his fingertips while he thinks. "Maybe... if we stay close, we could get to that side door across the room? Get outside in the darkness until it, uh, calms down."

"Sure. I'm gonna stand up then."

It feels like he'll draw all the attention when he leaps to his feet behind you, but once you start pushing through the packed crowd no one gives you a second glance. You enjoy his hand on your stomach, holding you close as you lead him through the room.

Your heart is pounding when you make it to the door. You flick open the bolt in a desperate hurry and turn the handle, expecting the door to fly open. You almost walk into the door when it doesn't budge, and Will does step forward, bumping into you.

"Fuck, sorry," he laughs, noticing the extra bolt high up on the door and reaching over you to slide it open.

The two of you slip outside, doubling over in laughter as soon as you're alone. You stumble together down the two steps outside the door, so giddy you grab onto each other for support. His hands find your waist, your arms his shoulders, and then your back finds the wall when he thrusts you against it. Will dips forward for another kiss, and another, and your hand moves down his body, another kiss and you touch his chest, a bit of tongue, fingers dragging across his abs, down, more slowly now, down, and he bites you again when your hand finds what caused all this trouble in the first place. You press your palm into him and his mouth moves to your earlobe, moaning his pleasure while you play with his cock.

There's no one around. You're sure of it. You were sure of it. You should check again. You're about to... then he presses his lips to your neck and sucks in your delicate skin. Your eyes roll back in your head. You're still holding him but you forget to move. You can feel the mark he's leaving behind. He grabs your leotard by the strap and pulls it off your shoulder. The cool breeze dances across your chest, and once he's claimed you with his hickey he leans down to circle his tongue around your firm nipple.

You do glance over his shoulder then, relieved to see you're still alone. You don't want him to stop. You grind your hand against his cock again, your movements sharp and distracted as he licks and sucks and bites you.

You hear voices approaching and slap him repeatedly on the chest. "Fuck, someone's coming!"

He yanks your costume back on, feeling you up while he straightens out the neckline. He keeps his lower half pressed against your body but pulls his face away.

You watch the corner of the house together, but the voices stop on the patio. You can see someone's back when they hop onto the railing, but they have no idea you're there. You let out the breath you were holding.

Will lays his hand gently across your collarbones to help you calm down. "Do you want to go to my car?"

"Mmhmm!"

"We can sneak around the bushes, there's a path that leads to the beach."

He takes your hand and leads the way, unconcerned by his wardrobe malfunction in the darkness. You turn right at the path, leading back to the road instead of down to the beach. He grabs you by the hip and pushes you in front of him when you make it to the lit sidewalk, his firm touch guiding your steps from behind.

A loud group approaches, headed for the party, and Will's fingers dig into your side to remind you to stay close. They don't even look your way as they continue joking around while they walk by. He leans in and whispers, "I'm right up here. The old jeep."

He turns the key in the passenger door and snakes an arm around to unlock the door to the backseat. You wait for him to climb in first, then take his outstretched hand... and the moment you plant your foot inside the car he pulls you vigorously into the seat, onto his lap, into his kiss. He closes and locks the door while your tongues mingle and your fingers run through his wavy black hair.

You drive your hips into him, trying hard to feel his shape against your clit, but your tights--pulled taut from straddling his body--block you from feeling the pressure as deeply as you crave. Your frustrated whines accentuate your short, aggressive thrusts, but you can't drag yourself away from his lips for long enough to speak.

He's the one who finally interrupts, putting his hand on your jaw and shoving your face away. He gives you his thumb to satisfy your oral fixation, and you suck on it while he moans, "I want to fuck you so fucking bad."

You nod, whimpering "Pleaaase" around his thumb.

He grips your face harder with his hand while reaching the other behind his back. He tugs at the seam of his costume and the snaps securing it break loose in a satisfying crackle. You reach around to assist, running your fingers across his bare shoulder blades and shimmying his costume desperately over his shoulders.

His hips push up into you as he shifts side to side to help you drag the fabric down his torso. You watch with bated breath as he reveals his chest, his abs, then the vee carving its way toward his cock. You slide back onto his knees, grabbing the front seats behind you to keep from toppling off as he lifts his ass to pull his outfit and his trunks down to his thighs. His cock is waiting, dripping with excitement and bolt upright. Now it's only your costume getting in the way.

Will grabs you by the ass and pulls you closer again. He hooks his fingers around the bottom of your leotard and pulls it to the side, then takes your tights in both hands and rips them violently open. He yanks you back onto his lap, kissing you, holding you, squeezing you, and now you grind your clit against him with nothing in the way.

His hands guide the movement of your hips. He leans back to press himself harder into you. He can hear the thrill in your breath. You want more of this. He just wants to please you. "Just like that, Maya," he croons. "It feels so good, doesn't it?"

"Yes...!"

He draws a hand up your back, taking a fistful of hair at the back of your neck. "You want to take my cock, don't you?"

"Yes..." You're gasping for breath.

He shoves your cheek against his bare chest and growls in your ear, "You want me to fuck you?"

"I want it."

"You're gonna cum for me first."

You whimper, the sound a mix of frustration and excitement.

"You're gonna cum and it's going to make you so fucking wet for me. I can't wait to fuck you like that. You'll let me so deep inside you. You're gonna feel so fucking amazing. I want it, Baby. I want to fuck you so hard and so deep. I want you to ride me."

Your hands find the seats behind his back, gripping tight while his voice riles you up. "I want you to fuck me."

"Yeah? I want to fuck you, Baby. I want it. I want it so fucking bad. I want you to cum for me."

"I wanna cum for you."

"Ohhh, yes, please Maya, I want to feel it. I want to watch you cum."

He tugs harder on your hair, he pulls down on your hips, he straightens his legs to press up into your body as hard as he can. Your thrusts are sharp and steady. Back, forth, again, again... You don't have any words anymore, you only listen as your mind is consumed by the feeling between your legs.

"You want my cock inside you, don't you? You're gonna have it Baby. You're gonna have it. Cum for me so I can fuck you. Cum for me. I'm gonna fuck you so fucking hard."

Your body is squeezed so tightly against his he can feel your muscles tensing. "That's it, Maya. Just like that."

You stop thrusting as you come to the precipice. He holds your head, burying your moans in his chest. Your body is tensed like one single muscle with one single purpose...

And he whispers one more time...

"Cum for me."

Your ecstasy is announced with the tiniest exhale, the sound nearly swallowed up by his skin. Then a whimper, then a chorus of gasps and moans and your legs start to quiver and your grip on the seats falters and the waves crash through your body one after another...

And they pour out onto Will's hand as he slides it between your legs and grips his cock. Your body vibrates and jolts, and he uses the momentum of your orgasm to thrust you up off his lap. You haven't even finished when you come back down on top of him, still shaking and pulsing while you take him deep inside.

He doesn't give you time to think, taking your body for his own pleasure the moment he gets the chance. You ride out the last waves while he fucks you. You rock back and forth and up and down, your body as entranced as your mind in the wake of your orgasm. You collapse into his chest, touching his skin, breathing in his scent, hugging him while you take his cock.

It's only when you come to your senses again that you realize how much he's shaking the car with the strength of his hips. You tap his chest again and sit harder on him to bring him to a stop. "Someone's going to see!"

"Fuck," he replies, then scrunches his face. "You feel so good I wasn't thinking about anything else. I'll try to be more careful."

You catch your breath. He laughs and looks you over, so excited to have you. His eyes linger on your tattered tights.

You've been fantasizing about this for so long. You want to pay him back for all the pleasure he's brought you these past few months. You shove his shoulders back against the seat. "Relax. Let me give it to you."

He puts his hands behind his head, giving up his body but watching with a commanding stare.

You run a finger from his temple down his cheek. There's so much of his body that you want to touch. You fuck him slowly while you do, putting both hands on his chest, splaying your fingers wide, sometimes caressing with your fingertips, sometimes digging with your nails. He moans for all of it, his eyes drifting closed and his mouth falling open, hypnotized by the circling of your hips.

After feeling the shape of his upper arms your hands settle behind his neck and his move down to your thighs. You lean in closer while riding him. He whimpers for you, beautiful and pathetic and captivated.

You lick his open mouth, and the taste of you pulls him from his trance. He bites down on your lower lip before you can escape, pinning you to his body with nothing more than his teeth. He releases his hold but you stay, running your hands through his hair and reaching your tongue back into his mouth. He's salivating for your kiss and your touch and your fuck. You fuck him harder, pulling away to gasp for air.

"Oh my god, Maya. You're so fucking..." He finishes the sentence with a deep moan. "So. Fucking. Good."

"Yeah?" His voice gives you energy, bringing you further onto your knees so you can bounce even more. You glide across most of his cock now, wet for the sounds of his desperation.

"Yes... you look so hot on top of me."

"I want you to cum inside me."

"Oh fuck, really?" His fingers dig into your thighs.

"Yeah, I want it."

His breath rattles. "Are you sure? Because I'm gonna..."

His face contorts before you've finished begging, "Give it to me."

"Oh fuck baby, it's yours, it's fucking yours, fu-u-u-uck!" His voice shakes along with his body, hips shaking, then his torso rocking forward into yours. You drop your ass onto his quivering thighs and hold him tight, his every shudder reverberating through your entire body while he pours himself into you, deep and full and bursting with energy.

Will kisses you gratefully, taking your face in both hands and planting his lips over and over on your mouth and your cheeks and your ears and your neck. His cock is still pulsing inside you while he does, each one a bit further apart until he finally finishes while kissing a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

You had almost forgotten about the hickey he left behind before his reminder. If he hadn't claimed you before, he certainly has now. You aren't sure how to get off him without dripping his cum all over the car. You lean forward, pressing your tits against his face and thrusting onto your knees. You grab your leotard and pull it in place, trying to catch it all inside you. You capture most of it but a droplet lands on your hand. You make sure he watches while you taste him, splitting your fingers with your tongue and dragging it through the sticky strands.

His last drop of cum trails down his cock, and a bit more splattered onto his abs before you could contain it. You feel like he's going to leak out of the side of your costume. You look down at your ripped tights. "I can't go back to the party like this."

"Do you want me to give you a ride home? Or... we can get cleaned up at my place."

"Let's do that. My roommate is weird about Halloween, I was not planning to be home at all tonight."

He kisses you. "Good. I wasn't ready to be done with you."

Your eyelashes flutter.

"I have a blanket you can sit on. Or... wrap yourself up in. Whatever you want."

You swing your leg across his lap and sit down on his left. He reaches over the back seat, retrieving the blanket and a spare t-shirt as well. You wrap the blanket around your shoulders while he uses the shirt to clean himself as best as possible before pulling his costume back on. He doesn't bother with the snaps.

He looks both ways before getting out, then takes your hand and guides you to the passenger seat, opening the door and helping straighten out the blanket beneath your legs. He leans over your body, making out with you while he starts the car and turns on the heat. It's gotten chillier in the time you've been out here.

You can't keep your eyes off him while he drives you back to his house.

Will puts his hand on your thigh, his thumb on your tights, fingers touching skin. Your phone buzzes while you're watching him drive, and you glance at the text from Ashley. Where'd you go? ;)

You snap a photo of his hand, your ripped tights, and the gearshift in the background. There's no way to misinterpret that.