Chapter 9
SELENE
A fter exchanging numbers and texting Caiden my address, I drive home, heart pounding. It’s been so long since I had sex—a whole year to be exact. What if I forgot how to do it? What if I suck?
My worries aren’t eased by the time I pull into my parking spot. I’m so fucked. Why did I agree to let him come over before reading up on how to have sex? I could have watched a few porn videos or read a few spicy books as a refresher. But no, my dumb ass decided to go in unprepared.
“Hey, Selene!” Caiden calls, jogging up to me as I climb out of my car.
I plaster a smile on my face, even more nervous. There’s no going back now. “Hi, Caiden. Umm …” I wave toward my apartment complex. “Here we are.”
Taking my face in his hands, he pulls me close. “If you’re not comfortable with this, I can go home.”
“No! That’s not it.” I look up at the window that belongs to my apartment, afraid to look him in the eye for fear he’ll know how nervous I am. “Let’s go. I’m on the third floor.”
He lets out a long whistle. “Quite a hike.”
“I fly up the stairs usually.”
“Fly?” he asks with a laugh. “Seriously?”
I shrug. “I have wings. Why not?”
Caiden puts his head in his hands. “Silly me. How did I not think of that?”
His teasing eases my nerves a bit. If he isn’t taking himself too seriously, then maybe I shouldn’t take myself too seriously either. Easier said than done when I’m close to spiraling, but it’s a good mantra to repeat to myself.
Caiden begins his climb up the stairs to my apartment while I flutter ahead of him, my heart pounding. Every flap of my wings brings me closer and closer to having to admit I can’t remember what I’m doing.
“Here we are,” I say, landing in front of apartment 3C and pulling out my keys to unlock the door.
When we step through the doorway, Caiden gasps. “Wow! I love the colors in here!”
I smile, feeling comfortable for the first time since I left the gallery. Talking about my interior decorating style is easy. “Yeah. I can’t do minimalism. Not my thing.”
My apartment has been described as “eclectic” and “quirky” with its walls painted in bold colors and covered in prints and paintings by local artists. If that wasn’t enough, all the corners next to the windows are full of houseplants. My “babies,” as I like to call them.
“I can tell, and I dig it.” He nods in appreciation. “My place is not nearly as cool. I have your typical bachelor pad.”
I snicker. “Do I say something heteronormative like ‘it just needs a woman’s touch?’”
“It could honestly use your touch. And since you’re a woman, then yes. It needs a woman’s touch,” he says with a tentative smile. “That is, if you want to help.”
“Of course!” I stand on my toes to kiss him on his cheek, scratchy from his short beard. “I would be happy to assist.”
He pulls me against him, pressing his pelvis against me. “I look forward to it,” he says in a low, husky voice.
I chuckle nervously. It’s obvious Caiden wants me, and I want him, but I can’t bring myself to make a move, even though he’s given me no indication that he won’t be a caring and understanding partner.
His smile falters. “Selene. Talk to me. What’s wrong? You seem … off.”
“Nothing.” The lie flies from my mouth.
Caiden strokes my cheek with his knuckles. “You’re acting like you were back at the gallery before the show. Are you nervous?”
“It’s been over a year since I slept with anyone,” I blurt out.
Whew! I feel much better now.
He pauses, body tensing. “Do you want me to leave?”
I shake my head. “Please don’t leave.”
His muscles relax. “Then what’s the problem?” he asks, grazing his hand down my neck to the hollow of my throat, sending a shiver up my spine.
“The problem is that I don’t want to disappoint …” Caiden rubs my clavicle with his thumb, distracting me from what I was trying to tell him.
“You won’t disappoint me,” he whispers against my ear.
I’m breathless as his fingers dip down to glide over the sensitive skin of cleavage. “H—how do you know?”
He brings his mouth to mine but doesn’t kiss me. “Have you kissed anyone other than me in the past year?”
“No,” I whisper, darting my tongue from between my lips to lick at his.
“Mmm …” His tongue touches mine and I gasp against his mouth. “You’re an amazing kisser, so I imagine everything else you do will be incredible.”
Any nerves still in my body evaporated with Caiden’s sweet and reassuring words. He’s right. Kissing felt natural with him, so it’s only logical that sex will be the same way.
Finally letting my guard down, I slide my hand under the hem of his shirt. Oh my! The man is solid. He doesn’t have a rippling six pack, but he’s toned with practical muscle. I suck in a sharp breath, marveling at how he feels beneath my exploring fingers.
Caiden cups my breast in his hand. I gasp as his thumb swipes over my already hard nipple through the fabric of my dress. Just this little bit of contact and I’m already horny.
I arch my lower back, pressing my hips against his and making it easier for him to access my breasts. He slips his fingers beneath the cut of my dress, gripping each breast in a hand. Heat pools between my thighs at the sensation of his rough hands against my sensitive skin.
His cock hardens against my soft stomach. I slide my hand between us and palm at his erection. It’s hard to judge over the top of his jeans, but he feels massive in my small hand.
Caiden groans as I grip his cock, dragging my thumb over the bulge. “Oh fuck, Selene.”
“Does that feel good?” I ask, my voice low and husky.
“It does,” he answers, breathless.
I squeeze his cock through his jeans again and he rolls my nipples between his fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure to my now throbbing pussy. Trying not to lose concentration as he continues to play with my breasts, I find the button of his jeans.
With a deft motion, I unbutton and unzip his pants. My instincts coupled with my ravenous desire to touch his cock take over, melting away any insecurities I might have still had about being awkward.
As I pull down his pants, Caiden slides the straps of my dress off my shoulders. I slip my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and give one sharp tug, exposing his throbbing cock.
My mouth waters when I lay my eyes on it. I want it in my hands, in my mouth, and most of all, in my pussy. It’s uncircumcised and large, but it will fit with ease if I’m wet and aroused enough, which won’t be a problem as my underwear is already soaked.
I dance my fingers down the length of his cock. Caiden moans at my touch, growing even harder. Adjusting my hand, I grip his cock and use the foreskin to pump up and down his shaft. With one swift motion, he spins me around so my ass and back press against him. He tugs at my dress until it falls to the floor, pooling around my ankles.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a murmur as his hands slide down my stomach.
He nips my ear lobe. “Tonight is about celebrating you, not about me.”
I pout. “What if my idea of celebrating is pleasing you? Besides, I can’t let you have all the fun.”
“Too bad,” he responds, dragging his tongue down my neck.
I rub my ass against Caiden’s erection, smirking when he lets out another moan. “We’ll see about that.”
He chuckles and slides his hand down the front of my underwear, but he stops before he reaches my pussy. “Is that a challenge?”
“What if it was?” I ask, holding my breath in anticipation.
“Do you want to make another bet?” Caiden lowers his hand until his index finger glides over my wet slit. “I think you would lose though. You’re already so wet for me.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask through gritted teeth. “Big talk for someone who has their erection pressed against my ass.”
“I bet I can make you come first.”
“Bold. And what do you want if you win the bet?”
“Well,” he mumbles against the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, “since you seem to be fighting for control of this situation, I want you at my mercy. You can’t touch me, but I can touch you all I want, making you come until you beg me to stop.”
I shiver in delight, but there’s no way I’m allowing him to win this bet. Not when I want to have my own fun with Caiden. “How do you feel about bondage?”
His cock twitches against my ass. “I’m into it.”
“Then if I win, I want to bind you to my bed and have my way with you.”
Caiden laughs, and damn, it’s sexy as fuck. “Someone seems to have lost all their shyness and I’m loving it.”
Heat rushes to my face. It’s true, I’m no longer feeling shy or nervous about having sex with him. In fact, I’m feeling empowered and bold enough to ask for my kinks to be satisfied. Who is this new, confident Selene?
I smirk and turn around to look him in the eye. Squaring my shoulders, I hold out my hand. “Do we have a deal?”
He takes the hand I offered. “Deal.” As soon as he drops my hand, his grin turns mischievous. “Game on!”
One of his hands cups one of my breasts while the other glides back down to my throbbing pussy. Caiden dips his index finger into my entrance and sucks in a sharp breath.
“You feel like velvet!” he says in awe. “Like the literal fabric.”
“Oh! Yeah.” I chew my lower lip. “I should have warned you. I’m sorry. It’s a mothwoman thing. It’s like our skin but more textured. Is that okay?”
Caiden slips another finger inside me and pushes deeper. “It feels different but amazing.” He licks his lips. “I can’t wait to feel you flutter around my cock as you come.”
A low moan falls from my lips. His fingers feel amazing inside me. Because of the texture, the pussies of mothwomen are one of the most sensitive. So not only does it feel better for our partners, but penetration is positively marvelous for us.
Once his fingers are coated in my arousal, he drags his fingers up to my clit. Placing a finger on both sides of my clit, he glides them up and down, lightly pinching as he does so.
“Caiden!” I cry out, digging my nails into his strong biceps. Fuck. I’ve never had anyone touch me like this before. This man knows what he’s doing.
“How does that feel?” he asks as he peppers my neck with kisses.
I tilt my head, giving him better access to my throat. “So fucking good.”
“Are you going to come for me like this, baby girl?”
How could I forget our bet? One little trick with his fingers and almost lost. But I’m not giving in this easy, or at all if I can help it. “Not yet, I won’t.”
Grabbing Caiden by the shirt collar, I lead him to my sofa. I tug at the hem of his shirt, and he assists me in pulling it off and tossing it to the side. My tongue darts out from between my lips as I admire his physique. Across his muscled chest is a beautiful full-color tattoo of a snake and flowers that extends down to a full sleeve on his left arm. And don’t even get me started on his broad shoulders.
“Do you work out?” I ask, running my fingers over his toned stomach.
“I kickbox,” he answers, lids heavy with desire.
“So, you can kick ass, huh?” I lift my brow.
“I make a better lover than a fighter.” He rubs a thumb over my nipple.
I hiss out a breath but manage to push him onto the sofa instead of getting lost in his touch. Once he’s sitting, I drop to my knees. With his cock this close to my mouth, I begin salivating. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around him..
Caiden groans when I drag my tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, licking the precum that gathered there. I take the head of his cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue. Taking him deeper, I look up at him. He’s watching me with an intensity in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. I relax and take him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck, Selene.” He threads his fingers through my hair, careful not to bump my antennae.
Taking a fistful of my hair, he begins to set the pace. I moan around his cock, letting him fuck my mouth. Pride swells in my chest. He has to be close. It’s time to win this bet.
Caiden stills when I start to play with his balls, pulling my head back so his cock pops out of my mouth. “Oh no! Not yet, baby girl.” He lays back, stretching horizontally on my sofa before patting his lap. “Get up here.”
As I attempt to straddle him, he turns me around and pulls me until my pussy is above his mouth. He pulls on my hips, encouraging me to lower onto his face.
“Are you sure?” I ask, hesitantly. “I’m not exactly light.”
“You think I can’t handle all this?” He slaps my ass.
I giggle, a little nervous but Caiden doesn’t strike me as the kind of man to lie about what he can or cannot do. When I lower myself onto his face, I nearly jump out of my skin when his tongue dives into my pussy.
He groans beneath me, digging his fingers into the ample flesh of my hips. When his tongue finds my clit, I cry out and his cock jerks and more precum beads on the tip. I lick my lips and take him into my mouth.
With a gusto, I begin working his cock with my mouth, matching the pace of his tongue on my clit. But it’s hard to focus. The man knows what he’s doing. I become sloppier the longer he licks at me, losing control of my mouth. All I can do is moan around his cock.
When Caiden slips two fingers into my dripping cunt, I become dizzy with ecstasy. He curls his fingers, hitting my g-spot as he sucks on my clit. I’m going to lose the bet.
“Caiden!” I scream as my orgasm takes me. Stars explode behind my eyes and my clit throbs and as my pussy clenches around his fingers. Holy shit. I’m coming and it’s the hardest I’ve ever come.
I didn’t realize I had lifted myself off his face until I hear him murmuring from between my thighs, “That’s it, baby girl. Come for me.”
With a sigh, I collapse on top of Caiden, my body mush after such an intense orgasm. He chuckles from beneath me, gliding his hands up and down my back.
“Was that good?” he asks between kisses on my thighs.
“Mmhmm,” I respond, eyes closed. “That was incredible.”
“Did you know you taste like honeysuckle?”
“I may have heard that a time or two. It’s a mothwoman thing.”
“I like it.” Caiden squeezes my hip. “Here, let me sit up.”
I manage to pull myself up and scoot far enough down his body so he could come to a seated position. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him, careful not to crush my wings.
“You’re amazing, Selene,” he says in a whisper, burying his face in my hair.
My heart flutters in my chest. I bring his hands to my lips and kiss the moth tattoos on the back of his hands. “And I think you’re amazing.”
“And you’re about to think even more highly of me.”
“Oh yeah?” I raise my eyebrows. “And why is that?”
“Because it’s time to collect.”
Arousal pools between my thighs and just like that, I’m ready to go again.