Page 41 of Allured (Love and Burlesque #1)

EPILOGUE

In which Batman tops Superman for once.

ALEK— HALLOWEEN

“ I am questioning the accuracy of your shorts, Alek. How is Batman supposed to fight crime in them? They do not seem ergonomic in the slightest.”

Ezekiel’s eyes stare at me through the mirror in his bathroom as I adjust myself into my dance belt. The thick frames of his glasses are really doing it for me in that outfit. I can also see my leather shorts in question dangling from the tips of his fingers as he waits for my comment.

“Batman doesn’t wear a leather crop top either, Ez but it shows off my abs—” I manage to reach behind him and snatch the small black and yellow piece of fabric from his hand before Ezekiel interrupts me.

“Quite marvelously, I might add,” Ezekiel’s breath trails over the sliver of exposed skin between my mask and my cape. Simultaneously, his cold fingers drag down the skin of my abdomen, the pads of each one tracing the muscles there. I tilt my head toward him and my lips are instantly lost within the short waves of his dark hair.

“Just like those shorts are gonna show off my ass,” I murmur against his soft locks.

“You’re telling me you aren’t showing off right now, baby?” A sharp bite accompanies his question. More of Ezekiel’s front presses into my back and he teases his fingers along the band of the dance belt. A jock strap is a uniform that goes underneath my burlesque costumes so the thin bands do nothing to cover the globes of my ass. Ezekiel could bend me over this counter right now and fuck right into me if he wanted to. The thought makes me arch my back and shamelessly rub against his dick.

“What do you need, Aleksander?” Ezekiel’s hand cups me through the thick fabric. His other hand wraps around my neck and the strap of the cape digs into my throat underneath his tight grip. I fucking love the way it stings.

“You, Ez.” I find his eyes in the mirror, mine are wide and hazy with lust while his are sharp and dangerous. The connection breaks when Ezekiel roughly spins me around to face him. His lips are on me within a breath and while it wasn’t the longest kiss, the possessive nature of it has me whimpering and chasing it as he takes a few steps back.

“On your knees, sweetheart.” Ezekiel softly slaps the side of my face. “And the mask stays on.”

Oh fuck. I’ve had wet dreams about this. Tom Welling in Smallville was a goddamn sexual awakening in my early teens.

I’m on my knees faster than I’d like to admit. Dark, pleated pants fill my vision and I slowly start looking up Ezekiel’s body. He agreed to dress up as Superman’s nerdy alter—ego for the Halloween party at the Garden of Eden tonight, but only after first refusing to wear the ‘onesie with the red underwear’ as he called it. Instead, Ezekiel sports a half—opened white oxford shirt, a loosened black tie, and a t—shirt with a printed Superman symbol.

“I had reservations about having you keep the mask on at first,” Ezekiel confesses, cupping my jaw and tracing the edge of my mask near my laugh lines. I hear his belt come undone but I don’t dare break my gaze from his face. His thumb in my mouth is my reward for keeping my attention on him. I stick out my tongue to taste him, only to have him shove his thumb in as deep as he can.

“Then I thought better of it. This beautiful mouth is all I need and it is at the ready for me in this mask, isn’t it? Would you like to have your mouth used, pretty boy?”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumble and nod desperately, the action causing spit to drip down the sides of my mouth and onto Ezekiel’s hand still placed at my chin.

Another shuffle of fabric reaches my ears before there’s a thick and heavy cock in front of me. Fuck.

“You really are the man of steel, huh?” The question slips through my lips before I can help it. Mind filter be damned. My involuntary chuckle lasts a half second until Ezekiel presses the swollen head of his cock into my mouth.

“Shut up and suck my cock, Alek.”

Keeping eye contact, I swallow his cock down my throat and wrap my hands around his thighs to pull him in even closer. I’d like to say that I can’t believe I’m on my knees in front of him in nothing but a tiny crop top, a jockstrap, and a fucking mask and cape, but this isn’t that crazy of a scenario for us. I’ve learned Ezekiel’s down for just about anything.

“You truly are a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?” Ezekiel’s hands grip the ears of my latex mask and he begins using them as handles to guide my mouth up and down his shaft.

Right when I begin to struggle for a breath, Ezekiel pulls me up so I’m back on my feet and looking down at him. He looks at me intensely, keeping eye contact even when his hand reaches into my dancer’s belt and shoves the material down. The elastic stretches against my sack like a makeshift cockring.

“I would like for you to use that pretty cock to fuck me, Alek.”

With a sweep of my arm underneath him, I pull Ezekiel up against my chest before I start walking us over to the bed. This won’t be the first time I’ve fucked him but it’s still new. Being the dom that he is, Ezekiel still demands control even when I’m ramming into his ass. It’s hot as fuck.

I drop Ezekiel onto the bed and pull out a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

“Open me up, baby,” Ezekiel both commands and pleads, trying his best to shove his boxers and pants down his legs. I catch his hands and stop him from taking them all the way off. I’m going to teach him an exercise in restraint tonight. Literally.

He stares at me, trying to figure out what I’m doing as I twist the fabric between his ankles until it is taut and his feet are unable to slip through the pant legs. He raises an eyebrow at me.

“You’d have me at your mercy?” he asks. I push down on the fabric between my fingers, making his knees bend and his thighs open for me. Bent in half and completely open to me, I take my chance and spit directly onto his exposed hole. Ezekiel gasps in surprise and his body writhes in pleasure.

“Good lord, I cannot believe I am admitting this, but the mask is arousing. Not a word of this to anyone, Alek.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky Batman is a good guy,” I growl at him, easily popping open the top of the lube bottle and squirting some onto him. The clear liquid mixes with the spit as I circle a finger around his twitching hole. My index finger eases in as I keep pressure on the makeshift restraint with my other hand.

“More, Alek, I need more.”

Goddamn, do I love hearing Ez beg for me.

“More, like what, Ez? Like this?” I ask, moving two fingers into him and pressing upwards against his walls. He whines when I press the tips of my fingers directly against his prostate.

“Or this?” I ask again, a satisfied smirk on my face when I feel his body shake against me once I’m three fingers deep into his ass.

“Your cock, you bastard. I need your perfect cock in me, now .” Ezekiel’s eyes fly open, his hair disheveled and glasses askew as he scowls at me.

Without hesitation, my fingers leave his hole and I lean my full weight onto him. His ankles are near his ears when my cock first enters him, seating deeply like it belongs in there. It fucking does.

“Fuck!” Ez screams and claws at my sides. I can’t tell if he’s trying to ground himself or pull me even closer. My angel’s face is blocked slightly from the restraint until I pull it down to see his expression. He looks like he’s seconds from coming. As much as Ez loves to top, the guy really does have a sensitive ass. He’s come a handful of times just from having me in him.

“Never gonna get tired of this tight ass, Ez.” Using the restrains to my advantage, I pull down on the fabric with every thrust up and impale Ezekiel. One hard thrust after the other, his body is completely in my control.

He’s a whimpering mess underneath me, the pleasure on his face so intense that he’s having a hard time keeping his eyes open. I’m not fucking having that.

“Open your eyes,” I order him and I really plant my shins onto the bed to fuck into him even faster and harder.

Watery azul eyes meet my intense stare and there’s a line of sweat beading on his forehead. My lips curl up in a satisfied snarl seeing him in this state. Knowing I’m the one that made Mr. Prim—and—Proper cry and scream in pleasure that I’m in control of.

“You are gonna come on my cock. You are gonna thank me for fucking you so hard that you’ll still feel me in your ass. Next. Week.” My last two words are punctuated with thrusts that have the bed skidding on the floor.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Ezekiel manages to follow my order as his legs shake and his eyes roll to the back of his head. Fuck . With the way his ass is pulsating around me, I’m right behind him.

Oh shit. His damn costume! Frantically I look for something to catch Ezekiel’s cum as he screams my name. I feel around for the bedsheets and barely manage to wrap them around his cock to catch the cum spurting from it.

Relief and pleasure mix into one as I come inside Ez, my cock unable to stay still even when it is spent inside of him. The roaring in my ears finally calms and my breaths begin to sync with the man laying underneath me. If it wasn’t for the growing smile on his face, I would have thought Ez passed out. I pull my cock free from his twitching hole, taking a second to admire my cum leaking from it while I hold him spread open.

“Would it be too much trouble to ask you to keep this costume on hand?” His whisper is hoarse and barely audible but it has me laughing as I move his legs to untwirl the fabric restraints.

“No trouble at all, Ez.”

Ezekiel winces a little as he sits up, looking down and noticing the pooling pile of cum underneath his ass. I stand and back up a little to take off my jockstrap. Thankfully, I have a few extra here from when I go to shows after hanging out with Ez. I walk over to the bathroom and toss my dirty strap into the laundry. I pick up a clean towel from the linen closet on my way back.

“Alek?” Ezekiel asks, looking around the bed. “I’m unsure of how to ask this but where is my cum?” He scratches at his temple.

I hand Ezekiel the towel and look over to where I thought the sheets had caught his release but I don’t see anything there.

What the fuck?

I bend over the side of the bed to see if it fell or if I grabbed a pillow or something.

“Oh, I see,” Ezekiel comments and it sounds like he’s trying to hold back his laughter. I turn around to see what he means and I catch him eyeing the bottom of my cape. There’s a huge white stain on the bottom corner of the satin fabric.

“I really liked this cape,” I sigh, picking up the corner of it and inspecting it. There’s no cleaning it off.

“Would it be the wrong time to say that I liked it as well? It felt exquisite as I came into it.” Ezekiel keeps laughing as he cleans himself off and puts his costume back into place.

“Fuck it. Cut the cape. It was worth it.” I shrug, my defeat not feeling as bad as it should have. Ez kisses me on the cheek after I get the rest of my costume on.

“I’ll get the scissors, sweetheart.”

EZEKIEL

By some miracle we manage to make it to the Halloween party on time. Alek and I walk hand—in—hand through the parking lot to reach the decorated main entrance. A blaring neon sign reading ‘Hotter Than Hell’ illuminates the club entrance while cutouts of flames rise from the ground to really seal the theme.

The club entrance is without a bouncer tonight as there are no lines of show attendees to manage. From what Alek described earlier, this is a fun and casual event for the Garden of Eden staff and their invited guests. Alek also mentioned that this is the first year Knight has had any actual involvement with the planning of the event.

Viv greets us outside of the double doors leading into the club in a Phantom of the Opera costume. And no, she is not Christine. She is the Phantom. Half of her visage is illuminated in neon red while the other is covered by the Phantom mask. A tight frown is visible on the exposed part of her face as she eyes Alek’s costume.

It’s almost as if the tatter of Alek’s cape summoned the costume designer herself. I stand to the side, praying that she does not make a connection to what really happened to the cape. But I also wouldn’t be shocked if Alek outright confessed to her.

“Alek! Is there a reason you decided to butcher your cape?” Vivian asks as she attempts to grab at Alek’s ruined article of clothing.

“Chill, Viv. Just had an accident,” Alek swats her hand away from him. “Trust me, you don’t want to touch that.” His roguish expression paired with the obvious reddening of my cheeks gives us away, I fear.

“Oh, you guys are fucking gross,” Vivian exclaims, shaking her hands in an exaggerated manner.

“It really was a beautifully made cape, Vivian,” I say, in an attempt to placate her.

“He said it was exquisite to come on,” Alek blurts and wraps his hand around my waist to tug me closer, completely ignoring my look of mortification.

“Alek!” Vivian and I yell in unison.

The front doors of the club swing open and nearly hit Vivian. I completely welcome this disruption if it keeps us from continuing the previous conversation.

A tall figure dressed in a black suit, billowy white shirt, and…. a Phantom of the Opera mask suddenly joins our group. The thick mustache that fights the cover of the mask gives the person away.

“Hello, Knight,” I greet my cousin with a smile and a nod of acknowledgement.

Vivian’s narrowed eyes look as if she is trying to shoot Knight with lasers where he stands. I am once again thankful to Knight for diverting the death stare from me. Beside me, Alek snickers as he observes the situation and it almost has me losing my composure.

“Did you copy my costume?” she asks Knight.

“Really, Vivian. You’re asking if I’ve copied your costume as if you are the only person who has ever enjoyed Phantom of the Opera?” Knight replies. His arms are now crossed over his chest, mirroring Vivian’s stance.

“That’s our cue to go, angel,” Alek whispers close to my ear. I let my partner pull me into the club and we make our way over to the bar.

“What was going on out there?” I ask Alek as I am dragged behind him.

“I don’t know. They’ve been having little tiffs for a few weeks now that Knight’s been at the club more often,” Alek replies. His muscled form eventually settles onto a barstool and he maneuvers me toward one next to him.

“They’re both stubborn as fuck so it doesn’t surprise me,” Alek shrugs it off and waves down one of the bartenders hired for the party.

I process what Alek has recounted as he finishes ordering drinks for us. From what I’ve witnessed, and knowing how Knight can be, I definitely have an inkling that there is more going on between those two. But it certainly isn’t my place to gossip on pure conjecture.

“Ez?” Alek calls my name and it pulls me from my thoughts.

“I asked if you wanted to dance a bit with me?” he repeats. His eyes are wide and eager with hope.

“Of course, baby,” I lean forward and place a gentle kiss at the corner of his upturned lips. “You’ll have to forgive me now for my missteps. We can’t all be incredibly talented in that area.”

Alek laughs cheerfully as he picks up our drinks from the bartop and hands me a cranberry vodka.

“If you take direction like you did earlier tonight, I think you’ll do just fine, angel.” Alek sticks out his tongue and slowly licks around the straw of his drink before wrapping it in his lips and sucking loudly. His ruined cape will be a sacrifice for nothing if he makes my cock leak into the very pants he tried to save.

“You are going to be the biggest cock tease tonight, aren't you?” I raise an eyebrow in question.

“Fucking bet on it, Ez.” Alek bites his bottom lip as he runs his free hand up my inner thigh.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way, my wicked boy.”