Page 4 of The Masks We Wear
He groans, and I know I’ve hooked him. In an instant, he’s back on my mouth. After he kisses me like a starving animal, he pulls off and takes my hand. “Follow me, Superhero.”
God, hearing him call me that has my blood moving in all sorts of places.
In a blur, we leave the terrace and end up in that holiest of hallowed rooms for hooking up, the janitor’s closet. Pushing aside some mops—and checking to see that the door locks and unlocks both ways—we make our way inside. Once we get settled with enough space, I go back to kissing Kitty Cat. He’s taller than me, but slender where I’m built with several pounds of muscle.
While not the first guy I’ve ever kissed, he’s the first guy I’ve gotten to know in the slightest—ironic since I haven’t seen his full face. Our connection might seem shallow, but it’s there, and it’s enough to stoke the flames of passion for one night. This boy tastes so delicious, and I want us both to have a Halloween to remember.
We kiss and kiss, and I push him against the wall. The scent of cleaning supplies doesn’t seem to bother either of us. He grinds back into me, bringing his hands to my ass. His hard-on touches mine, igniting a long dormant flame inside me.
“What do you wanna do?” I ask, gasping between kisses.
“I don’t…know…what about you, Superhero?”
He groans as I lick down his neck. Even through his costume, I find his nipples nice and hard. My hands caress the nubs through the fabric, earning me a gasp from above.
“I love doing this right now,” I mutter. I kiss his neck and he brings his hands forward. As I caress his perfect chest and suck marks on his neck, he pushes his fingers through the tiny waistband of the spandex suit. Moving his hands forward, he reaches lower and lower, and…
“Fuck,” I rasp.
He has my dick in his hand.Holy fucking Spider senses, he has my dick in his hand.
Despite the fireworks in my eyelids, I manage to pull back enough to get at his jeans. I’m deft enough to work the button and zipper undone, then push his pants and briefs down. Kitty Cat does the same for my tight trousers and boxers, and soon enough, we’re hard cock on hard cock.
“At the risk of…fuck…ruining this…I gotta know what this means. Does this mean anything?” He gasps as we stroke each other, and I continue to kiss behind his ear.
“It means…” I move back and kiss him hard. “I reckon this means that you kiss really good, darlin’.”
“Oh God, the way you talk is fucking amazing…ugh…” He grunts and kisses me again, and his strokes pick up the pace. I match his speed, loving the heat from his dick in my hand.
“Ugh…give it to me, Kitty Cat.” I kiss along his jaw, up to where his mask meets his cheek. “Fucking stroke me.”
“Fuck…Superhero.” He mutters obscenities as he huffs in my face. It’s disappointing to not see his eyes or have his breath warm all of my face. Before I can contemplate ripping off my mask, he bats my hand away and grabs both of us. As he jerks our dicks, perfectly aligned and surprisingly about the same size, trickles of precum slide down.
My eyes roll back, enjoying the grinding of his hips. I grasp his back, up to his shoulders, then have enough clarity to move one hand to his front. Superhero moans the moment I stroke his nipples and chest again.
“Oh fuck, this feels good.”
“So good. You feel good to me, darlin’.”
“Fuck, Superhero…”
“Yes…” I hiss.
His voice trembles, and I know we’re both almost at the climax. My hips thrust wantonly, matching his perfect grip on our cocks. All I feel, all I breathe is him—this perfect stranger on some Halloween night in New York City is giving me so much pleasure, but I need more.
I need us both to reach that perfect, satisfying peak.
“I’m almost there, darlin’,” I whisper with a grunt.
“Oh fuck,” he says with a whimper. Our dicks ooze more precum, and the sound of slick jerking motions fill the closet.
“You wanna come with me, darlin’?”
“Yes,ohmygod, yes.”
“Then come with me.” I stroke his pecs and kiss his sweet lower lip. “Let it out.”
“Oh fuck,” he says, his voice rising an octave. Our hips tremble and his thrusts get even more frantic.
