Page 8 of The Masks We Wear
I see him gulp and lick his perfect pink lips.
“What…what have you been waiting for, Kitty Cat?”
I put my hand over his on the ledge. “I’ve been…waiting to find out if this wasn’t a fluke. That I didn’t make this up. That you’re real. That you want me.”
“No question, Kitty Cat.”
We pause and look at each other, letting an eternity of tension pass. After a whole year, slowly, inevitably, we crash into each other again, rapidly beating hearts kissing in front of the New York City skyline.
PART 4: JAMAL
MY LIPS BARELYpart from Kitty Cat’s as we drag ourselves into the hallway, kissing the entire time. I savor his sweet lips, slowly basking in his perfect scent as we make our way to the broom closet. It’s like we can read each other’s minds as he runs his hands up and down my back. We both know what the other person wants—needs—and where this is going.
After the bad luck I’ve had these past 365 days, I’m thrilled to finally have one night where things are going my way. I found Kitty Cat, he still wants me, this chemistry between us is real, and we’re about to head back into that storage room where all my dreams came true last year.
After checking once again that the door is unlockable from the inside and out, I crowd Kitty Cat’s space on the nearest wall. We kiss and kiss, our moans filling the silence of Halloween night. He threads his fingers through my hair, a sensation I didn’t get last year considering the face mask, while my palms explore his ass. Even over his slacks, his glutes feel firm and toned, and my cock perks at the idea of fucking him.
“What do you…mmph…want to do?” I ask, despite his mouth rarely leaving mine. I could make out with him all night, or have a repeat of last year, I don’t even care. This seems to be our special night, and I want Kitty Cat to feel good about what we’re doing.
“What do…you want?Fuck.” He swears as I kiss down his neck. In answer, I crowd his space and push against him. My hardness grazes his thigh and he stutters out a gasp. His own cock is poking me, too, and I want to get there. But I need to hear his words, first.
“I want…” I kiss down his neck, then back up to his ear. “I want you in my mouth, stud,” I growl.
He whimpers a sexy pleading sound, and I pull back. His nervous eyes dart between mine, and I fear I overstepped my bounds.
Before I can pull the brakes, his hands find their way to my front. He reaches for my jeans and—
Oh.
Ooohh…
My eyes roll back as he undoes the button and strokes my hardness. My hips jut forward of their own accord and I hiss. Before I can regain lucidity, Kitty Cat drops to his knees. With his strong, wanting hands he pulls my pants and boxers down to below my knees. I lean forward on the wall behind him as I desperately try to maintain my balance. This gorgeous man has my mind lost in euphoria, and I might float away if I don’t grab something.
In the darkness, his face leans in, and I feel the undeniable sensations of him tongue-kissing my sack. “Fuck…fuckfuckfuck.” I mutter obscenities as my dick turns to steel. A gasp escapes my lips as I instinctively try to pelvic thrust, but Kitty Cat has me by the hips. I want to protest, telling him it was my idea to suckhimoff, but the part of my brain that forms words is out like a candle in a hurricane.
After paying tender attention to my churning balls, he moves back. Even without the light I can see his pretty eyes looking back at me. He’s stunning, just as I imagined all these months, and I stroke his cheek.
“Fuck, I want you, Superhero,” he whispers.
I grin, and my voice is raspy as I reply, “So, take me, darlin’.”
With that, my Halloween date moves forward, and inch by inch, he takes me in.
“Ooh…” My whisper turns into a groan. “Fuck…fuck…” My voice is strangled as he slowly envelopes my manhood with his mouth. Clearly he’s had some experience giving head, because my whole body is electrified at the contact. Using my hips as leverage, he sucks me down and back, from root to tip, maintaining that perfect wetness the entire time.
Kitty Cat doesn’t mess around when it comes to oral sex.
Before I lose control completely, I lean back and pull him off with a pop. He wipes his mouth, and, catching his breath, he asks, “What’s up?”
“Please,” I say, my voice still gravelly. “Can I suck you?”
He stands up, looks me in the eyes, and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, please, darlin’.” I don’t miss the way my Southern drawl has him biting his lips. “I been dreamin’ about you.”
I pull his neck toward me and kiss him. As my tongue greets his, my left hand trails down and strokes his nipple through his shirt, earning me a groan. When I pull back, I quickly get on my knees, then look up. “I reckon I can return the favor?”
He nods and breathlessly replies, “Okay, Superhero. I’m yours.”
