“Indeed.” She hands him his drink. In her head, this all went so smoothly. But now that he’s actually in her apartment, somehow taller and more vivid than she remembered, she can’t remember the words she’d planned to use.
“Nice place.” He’s said that once already. He looks around her living room until his gaze alights on a framed photo of her and Shea dressed up as zombies last Halloween. “Is that you?”
“In the rotting flesh.”
He leans over to look closely at it. “I thought girls always tried to look sexy on Halloween.”
“Eh. I think it’s the men who should dress sexy for us.” Now she sees her opening.
He gives her an odd look. “But women are the ones with all the sex costumes. Naughty nurses, cat girls, belly dancers… What do men have?”
“Well, you have to be creative.” Her mouth is so dry. “Like, dressing up as an Egyptian pharaoh would be hot. I even have the King Tut mask.”
He stares at her without expression. It reminds her of the first time she saw him, how remote and unattainable he seemed.
“Really?” he says finally. “That, uh, that famous gold mask? I think it’s a death mask?”
“That’s the one.” Her face is getting hot so she adds quickly, “I bought it for my ex-boyfriend but he didn’t want to wear it.”
He smiles. “And you actually think that’s a turn-on?”
“Well, yeah. I’ve always wanted someone to dress up like a pharaoh for me. It’s kind of weird, I know.”
They look at each other without comment. Her heart is booming. Then Adam takes a long drink, brushes his hands on his jeans and stands up. The silence is excruciatingly loud and she wishes she had put on some music.
“So what’s the rest of the costume?” he asks. “Like a breast-plate or something?”
“There isn’t one. Just the mask.”
Without smiling, he says, “Well, then, I guess I’ll have to be naked.”
He pulls off his T-shirt. His nipples are hard and dark rose, his stomach tight. She can barely breathe as he unzips his jeans and slides them off along with his underwear. And then he’s finally naked, his cock already hard and flushed dark with blood.
His lips jerk in the imitation of a smile. But his thighs are shaking and she can tell he’s as nervous as she is.
She stands up. “You are perfect,” she tells him and leads him to her bedroom. Smoothing his black hair behind his ears, she puts the mask over his head.
It’s really happening. The sex god of her fantasies is going to be possessed and fucked and known totally. He acquiesces silently as she handcuffs him to her bed frame, then plays with his cock until he groans. She squeezes his ass, bites his nipples, a little delirious with the smell and taste of him. Cupping his balls, she tests the weight of them, then runs one fingertip around his asshole. He seems to understand that she doesn’t want him to speak. Instead he arches his back against the bed frame and opens his legs, wordlessly beseeching her to tend to his cock.
Cecilia wants to climb on top of him. Instead she slips off the bed and gets her camera. “Keep your legs open,” she orders. She starts taking pictures of him, as if to retain proof of this chimera made flesh. “Scoot toward me, until you’re really pulling against the cuffs. Good..”
Just looking at him makes her pussy ache. King Slut is hand-cuffed naked to her bed, yet it’s Adam too, and the reality that she’s going to fuck them both at the same time makes her dizzy. With shaking hands, she puts down the camera and takes off her clothes. Then she finds a condom and wraps up his cock.
He’s breathing fast behind the mask. Slowly, bracing herself on his hard thighs, she lowers herself onto his shaft. His cock feels almost too big at first as her pussy stretches around him. Already something wet and portentous is building inside her, like a water balloon about to break. Then they start thrusting together and she stares at the mask and Adam’s eyes stare back and for a few hallucinogenic moments, she feels like she’s tele-ported into her own King Slut porn movie. She’s fucking the god of her pornographic dreams, at last. Various scenes she’s directed flash through her mind as she plays with her clit and then her orgasm breaks between her legs, hot and wet. Adam follows with a long groan.
Her limbs feel like jelly but she lifts off the mask and uncuffs him before collapsing on the sheets. Adam falls next to her, a mess of damp black hair and flushed skin. “I thought you wanted the mask on.”
“Right now I want you.”
The room is hot, almost stifling, but he holds her close. Both of them are wet and trembling and a little weak. As he begins touching her, a new current forms in the dark between them, running from her fingertips to Adam’s skin and back again. It’s the new voltage of her pornographic sphere, a nexus of flesh and bone and her own real porn god beside her.