Making Supers 1, page 24
“Depends on what you’re paying him, and if he likes your names,” Piper said.
“Names?”
“Superhero names,” Piper explained. “You’ve got some in mind, right?”
Giselle rolled her eyes. “Can’t say that it occurred to me, honestly.”
“Well, we’ll need those before we get into touch with him,” Piper said.
“I’m not naming myself,” Giselle said. “Dean, get onto it.”
“I’m partial to Sneaky Girl.”
“Fuck off,” Giselle growled.
“That won’t fly,” Piper agreed.
I raised my hands in mock surrender. “Alright, I’ll get around to names when I find a moment for it.” My eyes searched the room until I found an ornate grandfather clock behind us. “1530. Do you think that you could find this suit-making guy this afternoon?”
Piper bit her lip. “Maybe. I’d need a phone, and it’ll depend if he knew if I was taken in or not. The Craftsman might be less cooperative if he thinks that I’m supposed to be under lock and key.”
“I’ll come with you,” I said. “Should be enough to get him over the line.”
Giselle’s eyes flickered to me, back to Piper, and a delicious smirk crossed her face. She slipped out of her chair with feline grace, stepped around to the back of Piper’s chair, and leaned close to the girl.
The towel knotted around her chest gave me an amazing view of her bust, and Piper’s face flushed a deep, deep red as Giselle bent and kissed her hair.
“I think you’ve got something to attend to first, don’t you, Dean?”
My mouth went dry at the thought. “That’s up to Piper.”
“I, uh—” Piper glanced up at Giselle’s lips and shivered. “Can she come with us?”
Giselle raised an eyebrow at that, and her smirk widened. “I don’t see why I can’t. Dean, hit the shower. We’ll join you upstairs once we’ve gone over just how we’ll find this Craftsman character. Sound good to you, Piper?”
“S-sure,” Piper stuttered. “I’d like that.”
I slid out of my chair and hit the stairs at a reasonable pace, but then my Speedburst ability kicked in and I shot up the steps like a cartoon character. The stairs blurred away before I found the hallway and skidded around a corner.
The smell of fresh shampoo and body wash directed me to a wide, lovely bathroom with an honest-to-god jacuzzi parked in one corner, and a huge open space for a shower in the other. I heard the girls laugh downstairs at my sudden exit and forced myself to slow down, and calm myself a little.
After unstrapping the body armor and stripping off the spider-silk clothes, I paused to briefly check myself in the mirror.
Bruises caked my arms and shoulders from blocked attacks and stopped bullets. The scars from Darkstalker’s attacks had faded into angry lumps of healed skin. The smell of gore radiated up from the clothes at my feet as I kicked off my boots, unstrapped my belt, and left the knife close to hand on the vanity sink.
I looked like ten miles of rough road, but the leftover adrenaline from our prison break on the compound still had me feeling wired as hell.
I turned on the shower. Covered in scalding water, I took my time with the soap and made sure to scrub myself almost red raw. Dried blood was tough to get off clothes and skin, and I was pretty sure that Gwen was going to have to trade in most of her stocks if she had to keep buying us all new clothes. I leaned back against the wall, turned my mind away from the two gorgeous women downstairs for a moment, and brought up my power-selection window again.
I had a new slot to use, which opened up a huge number of possibilities.
I selected both Stamina and Resilience. The boost to my cardio would definitely help in the next couple of hours or so, and if I could passively heal some of my injuries while I was at it, it’d prepare me for our next mission to meet the Craftsman.
My purely offensive-based powers were still limited, and I needed to change that. Accuracy, Speedburst, and Refill Container were fantastic abilities to have at my command, but they still didn’t give me the raw potential of something like elemental control or energy projection.
My mind flashed back to Lockdown’s abilities, but just having the power to stun or put people in agonizing pain didn’t appeal to me. Gwen could take heads off people from a mile away, Giselle was dangerous enough in close combat and stealthy enough to get there, and my own combat shooting ability pretty much negated any advantages that the creepy supe would have given me.
Every supe I’d fought always ran solo, or had a small army of reasonably-trained mercs to back them up. I knew that’d change in the future, but we’d been able to beat each of them down with teamwork and quick thinking. I planned to keep it that way.
I scrubbed myself a little more, closed the window of powers, and focused on the sensations of my body.
The dull aches slipped away as new energy breathed into my muscles, and my ability to take a beating increased. The ache from the bruises and exertion faded away, and I stepped out of the shower with renewed vitality.
I felt as if I’d just woken up from a long sleep, rested and refreshed.
Damn, this superpower thing was awesome.
I wrapped a towel around my waist, gathered up my bloodied, filthy clothes, and slung the belt with the knife over my shoulder. A cloud of fragrant steam parted before me as I padded out of the bathroom.
I found a few doors on the right, pushed one of them open, and found myself in an old-world style bedroom. It had all the trappings I’d have expected in a royal palace.
An enormous four-poster bed roughly the size of a football field took up the main area. Two ornate bedside tables sat beside it with gorgeous lamps. A window opened up to the mid-afternoon sun, and I could smell sandalwood incense and freshly cleaned carpet in the air. Rugs and carpet made the floor underfoot soft and welcoming, and a walk-in wardrobe forked off the right.
Curious, I strolled up to it and pulled it open.
My breath caught in my throat when I switched on the light and peered inside.
A row of trim black suits and crisp white shirts sat on hangers, neatly arranged on the left. Combat boots next to dress boots sat underneath, all neatly paired. And, on a wide shelf directly ahead of me spread out an equally neatly ordered row of leather belts, cufflinks, wallets, and all the other extras that went with a sharp-dressed businessman.
The wall on the right contrasted sharply with the rest of the wardrobe, however. Three assault rifles sat on hooks, freshly cleaned and gleaming with polish. A short-barreled semi auto shotgun stood underneath them, comfortably nestled between two pistols. One was obviously a concealed-carry weapon, and a variant with a longer barrel and compensator finished off the set of weapons.
An old-school double-edged dagger hung in a sheath below those, just above a shelf stacked with military-spec ammo boxes.
I opened one to find gleaming 5.56 rounds. Another was stacked to the brim with slugs, the third held all the ammo I’d ever need for the pistols, and the fourth was chock-full of neatly ordered magazines.
Damn, Marci’s room service didn’t skimp on the essentials.
Suits, guns, shoes, underwear, ammo, and sharp implements.
I couldn’t fault Gwen in her choice of friends, that was for sure.
I backtracked out of the wardrobe, flicked the light off behind me, and turned to find Giselle and Piper in the room behind me.
The tall, panther-like ninja still only had her towel around her chest, and Piper’s loose shirt just added a layer of sensuality and shyness to her demeanor. There was an almost magnetic gravity around the pair, something primal and demanding, but I kept my cool, and offered them a smile.
I dropped the bundle of bloodied clothes by the door and set my belt, knife, and gun down on a side table within easy reach. Piper’s eyes followed me as I moved, noting the scars from years of gunfights and hand-to-hand deathmatches I’d found myself in.
Giselle’s hand slid around her slender waist, pulled her close, while her other hand cupped Piper’s cheek and turned her head. The two women turned to look at me, their bodies pressed up against each other. A devilish smile shone on Giselle’s face as she turned back to Piper.
“You want to see what you’re getting into?” the blonde murmured.
Piper stared into her emerald-green eyes, and surprised the two of us.
She seized Giselle’s towel, tore it away from her, and pressed her mouth hard against Giselle’s. Their lips met in a rush of heady passion.
Suddenly, my towel suddenly became far too oppressive around my hips.
Piper’s greedy little hands latched onto Giselle’s breasts, squeezing them. A hungry moan rippled from the other woman’s throat.
I stood in dumbstruck awe. I’d never seen anything like it.
The two of them kissed with fierce abandon. Giselle’s fingers hooked themselves around Piper’s long, loose shirt, and she tore it over her head with a quick, smooth motion. Piper raised her arms to make it easier, and as the shirt hit the floor, I caught a quick glimpse of her petite, perky breasts, before they pressed against Giselle’s larger handfuls. Arms roaming, tits squished together, two gorgeous women made out with fierce lust.
Giselle tore away from the kiss for a moment to glance at me with a flushed face and shining eyes.
A deep needy moan whined out of Piper’s throat. Her icy blue eyes drifted off Giselle and found my stare. They dipped down to my hips, and the smallest, cutest smirk crossed her face.
“You going to join us?” Piper asked quietly.
“Just as soon as I’m invited,” I replied, my voice raw.
Giselle caught Piper’s waist, pivoted her hips, and propelled the slim, dark-haired beauty toward me. Piper rushed to glue her body against me.
Hot, soft lips found mine. Lightning-like pleasure rippled down my spine, and I grabbed her around the waist. She leapt up, wrapping her legs around me, and I caught her under her fantastic ass.
My hips crashed against the bedside table behind me as her tongue found mine, and she ground herself into me with surprising strength. My towel hit the carpet around my feet, and Piper moaned hard enough to make my throat buzz as I squeezed her ass.
Giselle stalked up to join us with feline sensuality, caught Piper under the arms, and tossed her onto the bedspread like she weighed nothing more than a doll. The gorgeously naked blonde caught me by the arm and pulled me toward soft silk sheets.
A moment later, the three of us were tangled up on the bedspread.
Piper lost her pants in short order, and suddenly my world was full of warm skin, soft, horny lips, smooth silk, and sheer, animalistic desire. Giselle rolled me over onto my back, dropped a knee on my chest to keep me there, and pulled a willing Piper into her arms.
Their lips met again, and I stared up at the two supermodels as their tongues danced around each other.
Piper squeezed one of Giselle’s generous breasts, hard enough to elicit a surprised moan of pleasure, and reached down to grip my shaft with warm fingers. She stroked me, slowly, tightening her grip as she went, and pushed Giselle sideways.
Giselle’s smooth, flawless pussy came closer. I grabbed her ass and pulled her to my kiss, running my tongue up into her soaking wet slit with deep, firm motions. It broke a raw, kiss-muffled cry of need echoed from her chest.
A second later, the head of my cock brushed against a tight, slick opening.
Piper’s moan joined Giselle’s but cut off abruptly when their lips caught each other again in that sloppy, erotic dance-off of competing lusts. Piper ground herself down into me, pushing her tight, twitching womanhood down onto my shaft one moaning inch at a time, until she’d completely filled herself.
Warm delightful pressure clenched around my cock, but I didn’t let my tongue rest for an instant as I honed in on Giselle’s weak-spots. My efforts were rewarded with a face-full of perfect ass, when Giselle tore herself away from Piper’s kiss and leaned back. She rolled her hips over my jaw with a desperate, hungry need for pleasure.
Piper’s thick, muscular ass slammed down onto my hips, and her own moans rippled through the room, completing a hot duet with Giselle’s hungry cries.
Writhing naked bodies rolled over me in spasms of insane, intense bolts of sheer ecstasy, but I didn’t let myself go completely.
I’d be damned if I exploded before either of the girls did.
Piper came first in a shuddering tidal wave of soaked, slippery sensation. She collapsed forward into Giselle’s chest, but orgasming didn’t slow down for a second. Giselle’s fingers hooked into her hair as Piper’s tongue flickered over the blonde’s nipples, sucking, licking, even biting.
Giselle’s weight shifted as she leaned back and dropped her hands down to the silk either side of my head. Her gymnast’s body arched up in a seductive bow of sheer sensation, and an earthquake rolled through her bones as her climax rippled out from her soaking pussy.
Piper’s muffled squeal of delight joined her cries, and the pressure from the two of them vanished as they rolled off me in a ball of almost-naked limbs and skin. I half-turned to watch them as they held each other and rode out of the aftershocks.
Piper’s eerily-blue eyes found me again with a haze of lust, and she spread her smooth thighs apart in an obvious invitation. I hooked my fingers around the elastic of her panties, hauled them down until they were wrapped around one of her ankles, and moved to tower over her body. Piper’s eager little hands came up under my arms, found my back, and her nails slid into my flesh to hold me in place.
Giselle’s face appeared out of the corner of my eye. She turned Piper’s head to kiss her.
While their tongues wrestled, the blonde reached down, gripped my shaft, and guided me into Piper with a smooth, slow stroke. Piper’s eyes glazed over, and Giselle cut off a moan with another kiss.
My hands secured a grip of Piper’s smooth thighs, and I drove my hips down, deep into her.
Giselle pulled away from Piper’s lips to kiss her neck. She left a trail of kisses down from her neck to her shoulder to a gorgeous handful of a breast, and Piper’s cries turned raw. She writhed in pleasure as I took her deeper, harder, and I watched Giselle’s hair fan out over her dusky skin like some kind of kinetic, breathing ocean.
The two of them were pictures of sheer beauty, desire, and primal lust, and I burned their faces and bodies into my memory as I lifted one of Piper’s calves up to my shoulder and changed angles.
“Ohhhh, fuck—” Piper managed.
Giselle climbed in over her half-turned form with kisses and caresses.
I slammed into the petite girl with everything I had.
Sweat beaded on my brow. The bed creaked. Pleasure burned like lava in my veins, fed the roaring fire in my gut. Piper writhed at my touch like a snake.
Her toes curled up as her second orgasm slammed her brain with bliss, and she hauled herself away from me with a gasping moan. Her arms dropped away from me, and Giselle smirked up at me as I sat back on my ankles for a moment.
Piper stared up at me with a bright gaze and reached up touch Giselle’s forearm.
“I need a minute,” she whispered. “Keep him busy for me?”
“With pleasure,” Giselle snarled and charged me.
Giselle’s skin found mine in a rush of hot pleasure as she bore me backward into the silk sheets. She was over me in a hurricane of kisses and caresses.
I caught a fistful of hair with one hand as her teeth dug painfully into my neck. The sheer strength at her disposal pushed my instincts into overdrive, and I hooked my foot around her calf to sweep her over onto her back.
Giselle’s legs snaked up around my waist, pulling me insistently down into her. A second later, I had her wrists pinned above her head. Her eyes shone with flaming lust as I drove deep into her, filled her, and reveled in the tight wetness of her slit.
She didn’t lay idle, either, driving her hips up into me with each stroke to push my shaft deeper into her.
Those motions slowed though. Her eyes rolled up into her head after a minute or two, and that was when Piper made her move.
The dark-haired girl squeezed in between us, until she was lying face-down atop Giselle. Their lips met again, and Giselle moaned as Piper pressed her fantastic ass into my hips, almost interrupting my rhythm. I smacked Piper’s ass, none too gently, but that didn’t deter her for a second.
She rubbed herself against Giselle’s hips and belly with short breaths, made out with the woman underneath her, and worked her way down until her tongue ran in tight circles around one of Giselle’s nipples.
Giselle’s body shuddered underneath us as waves of pleasure cascaded through her, and her slit clamped down with intent to suck my cock dry. Piper moaned into the orgasm-silly blonde’s neck as she did, held her down for me, and glanced up over her shoulder at me with a wicked smile on her face.
“Round two?” she asked.
I pulled out of Giselle’s soaking pussy, pushed up further onto my knees, and teased Piper with the head of my cock. She dropped her face into Giselle’s breasts with a moan. Her tush wiggled up a little higher to make the angle slightly easier, and I finally relented.
I took her from behind, and the petite girl’s moan of delight almost broke through my superhuman self-control.
She was so damn tight. It took me a few strokes to get a good rhythm going.
Giselle’s hands snaked up around her head and pulled Piper’s face down into the covers next to her shoulder. The blonde’s emerald-green eyes found mine, and she smirked up at me as I pounded Piper, faster and faster.
“Look at her,” Giselle encouraged. “Look how much she’s enjoying it.”
Piper let out a muffled sound of ecstasy, and her lower body trembled as I plunged into her with renewed vigor. I let my eyes comb over Piper’s ass, her shaking thighs, her fantastic hips and the lean, strong muscles in her back.
Giselle bit her lip at my new aggression, and her eyes sparkled with satisfaction.
“That’s right,” Giselle murmured. “Take her. Harder. Give it to her.”
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Piper growled. “So fucking—ahhhh—”
