Page 18 of The Masks We Wear
“Fuck,” I moan. The slight flow of shower water does nothing to drown out our respective groans. He gets nearly all eight glorious inches of his member in before I gasp. Seemingly reading my mind, he pulls out. Between the lube and the shower water, it’s a slick ride, but the burn is fortunately subsiding.
“You good, Jung?” he asks between gasps.
“Yeah…fuck you’re amazing…” I bend forward to get a good grip. “Keep goin’, baby.”
“I got you, darlin’.” Between his drawl and the pressure of him filling me, my cock turns to steel. We’re both burning with passion as he slams into me, water splashing over both of us. All of those months spent pining—imagining what it would be like for Superhero to completely take me—have led to this.
I thought I built Superhero on this imaginary pedestal that he could never live up to. There’s no way sex with him could continue to be good.
But no, the real deal blows all my fantasies out of the water. Jamal kisses all over my back and fills me with such expert passion. His thrusts speed up and slow down at all the right times, pegging that perfect spot until I’m gasping. I’m nearly delirious with pleasure, and that’s before he reaches around with one hand. His palm grips me in the most delicious way, and I instinctively fuck his fist as he fucks me.
Sex with my Halloween crush is phenomenal, and beyond anything I could have imagined.
“I’m close, darlin’,” he rasps, voice barely audible over the running water.
“Ooh, fuck, me too,” I reply as my eyes roll back. Sensing what I need, his fist tightens around my dick, giving me even more delicious friction.
“Come with me, Kitty Cat.” His hand grips my shoulder and I feel his cock harden inside me. “Come with me, Jung…”
“Ooh yes…yes…” My eyes are screwed shut as I chant, each word punctuated by him slamming deep into me. Hearing him say my name has my heart and body on fire, pushing me closer to that delicious edge. “Fuck, Superhero…fuck me, Jamal.”
His hips accelerate as he huffs into my neck. “Yes, almost…I’m comin’…uhhh…”
Feeling him pulse inside me sends shockwaves through my body. His grip around my manhood tightens, and I cry out. My prostate throbs, and seconds after Jamal, I’m blasting all over the shower wall.
Twenty minutes later, we’re both actually showered and holding each other in bed. The darkness of the night holds us together like a perfect blanket as we face each other. My leg is over his hip and his left arm is draped over my shoulder; it’s like personal space doesn’t exist where Jamal is concerned. I’ve never fit with someone this well before, and I don’t want to try to find anything better.
We exchange fluttery kisses, but I can’t fall asleep as nervousness thrums inside me. “You alright, Jung?”
I bite my lip then whisper, “I’m just thinking…what now?”
He grips my shoulder. “What do ya mean?”
“Jamal...I like you, a lot. But this thing between us…”
“It’s real to me, Jung. I should have said that last year as soon I found out you were Kitty Cat, but I was too damn awkward. Between me graduating and moving back home, I was so overwhelmed with my future that I didn’t know where you fit. It’s a shitty excuse, and I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” I reply. I trace my hand around his abs, just because I can. “I should have said something too. I guess I was just scared.”
“Why?”
“Because Superhero liked the person I was with the mask. I didn’t want him—you—to be disappointed when you found out the real me.”
“I’m not disappointed! What we did in the shower is the opposite of disappointing!”
We share a hearty laugh then calm down. “But you don’t know me that well.”
“Then tell me, darlin’. We got time.”
“Jamal,” I reply, with a defeated breath. “We don’t have time. I’m here in New York, trying to make it as a performing artist. You’re back in Mississippi.”
“About that…” Hope swells in my chest like an ember in a storm, and we both sit up. “I’ve been thinking...I really miss being here.”
“Jamal…”
He turns to me and we lay back against the headboard. “I was miserable this whole summer. And frankly, I have no interest in going to med school, near home or at all.”
“Are you…?”
