5. Pontius
5
PONTIUS
This isn’t how I expected the evening to go. I didn’t think she would be here, in my home, tonight. I just wanted to speak with her, just once. Introduce myself, that’s all. So she’d know I existed. So she could get used to the idea of me.
She was just so beautiful, so kind, so fragrant. My flame. I was stupid to think I could refuse the draw I feel to her.
Then I heard the plan she and her friends discussed.
Casual sex.
No strings. No attachments. Just sex.
I shouldn’t have eavesdropped. But once I saw her, smelled her again, there was no reasonable way I could stop myself from listening to her conversation.
She is mine. My mate. My flame.
I couldn’t let her go home with another male. I just couldn’t. Not again. If she wants a one-night stand then I will be the one to give her that.
Now she’s here, in my home, my nest, touching my things, spreading her glorious scent everywhere.
And hiding in my bathroom.
Sometimes she trembles when we touch.
She’s scared of me.
I've done something wrong. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought her here this quickly. I could have given her more time to get used to me. I am only trying to give her what she said she wanted. Casual sex.
I grimace. Nothing about this is casual for me.
I cross the room to my collection of gaming consoles. I can wait as long as she needs. I'll wait forever if I have to. I'll make sure she has the space, and time that she needs to feel comfortable around me.
I can’t lose her now, when I am so close to having her.
Behind me, the bathroom door creaks open.
”What are you doing?” Piper asks.
”You threatened to kick my ass at Duck Hunt .” I gesture to the Super Nintendo in front of me.
“Oh, right… I did didn’t I?” There’s a smile in her voice as she suppresses a laugh. The beautiful sound twists in my chest every time. I would give anything to hear her laugh every day.
I glance over my shoulder and freeze at the sight of her. She’s shirtless. Her breasts are on display. The soft ambiance in my home highlights every beautiful curve of her body.
“I thought you might want to continue our conversation from the movie theater?”
“Our conversation?” I ask. There’s nothing in my brain except the slope of her breasts and the naked skin between her bra and her skirt. My cock strains at my seam, making its desire to emerge known. How could anyone have a single thought with this perfection in front of them? I've wanted her for so many weeks, and longed for a mate much longer than that.
“You know,” she laughs nervously and takes a step toward where I am kneeling on the floor of my living room, "our conversation in the alley. Against the wall."
“Right…that conversation.” I finally breathe out as she reaches me, still barely comprehending her words. Her breasts at my eye level. My hand goes to her waist instinctively, drawn like a moth to her gorgeous flame. Her skin, I am finally touching her naked skin. She's smooth and soft beneath my fingers.
“Or you know. We can play Duck Hunt , whatever you want to do.” She laughs and dips down to press a kiss to my forehead. So sweet.
“I know exactly what I want,” I say. Her, in my arms, in my nest, forever.
She reaches for me, her hands shaking slightly. I catch her fingers in my hand.
"Are you alright?" I ask her again.
"I'm fine!" Her voice jumps up an octave.
“Are you scared of me?” My voice is quieter this time, and I selfishly do not remove my hands from her person.
“No. No!” she insists. “I’m not scared! Just nervous. Excited. Jittery? Ugh. I feel like I just had three shots of espresso.” She laughs loudly, then closes her mouth with a wince. “Sorry. Nervous habit, the laughing.”
“Don’t apologize.” I tug her closer, letting myself put both hands on her waist. A purr rumbles through my chest and she leans toward me.
“I've never been with a Mothman.” She adjusts her glasses.
“Few people have. We aren’t common.”
“Is there anything…off limits?” She rests a tentative hand on my cheek, and I can’t help leaning into her touch, a mandible stroking along her palm. I’ve never felt so…wanted before.
“The antennae,” I say, quietly.
“Don’t touch the antennae,” she agrees.
“Just be gentle, please.” The idea of her not touching any part of me is anathema.
Her hand moves toward the top of my head, she pauses a few inches away. I dip my head slightly to give her better access. Her fingers are gentle as they briefly run across the feathers. The sensation sends a shiver up my spine, pleasant and ticklish. I can’t wait for her to touch other parts of me.
“Okay?” she asks.
I purr in response. She grins.
“And this?” Her hand moves to cup my mandible.
I purr again.
“And here?” Her hands wander to the thick collar encircling my neck.
“Piper, you can touch me anywhere. Touch me everywhere. Please.” I murmur. Her fingers dig deep in, letting the fur settle between her digits. Her touch pulls a deeper purr from my chest. Having her here, in my home, I couldn’t be happier.
“Are you going to return the favor?” She laughs quietly.
“You want me to touch you?” It’s a simple request, and still, my heart flutters.
“It’s why I’m here.” She giggles.
I stroke my hand along the slope of her waist, wanting to explore more of her, and learn more about her body.
“What parts of you are off limits?” I ask.
Her cheeks darken a little. “I’m not sure? Maybe we can find out together?”
A possessive growl rumbles up my throat and I pull her into my lap. She settles against me with a light squeal, her thighs straddling one of mine. The scent of her is everywhere. The smell of her desire pools between her legs. She wants me. She enjoys being with me. There’s no stopping the smell from invading my nose; invading my life.
Her palms rest against my chest, smoothing the fabric of my shirt. She leans in to kiss me lightly. She initiates the touch. Like it isn't a big deal. Like she actually wants to touch me. She is warm and sweet and giving. I'm vibrating with excitement. I kiss her back, slipping my tongue between her lips and sucking lightly at her mouth, until she gives me a pleasant moan. The noise has my cock straining against my seam.
That noise is intoxicating. I need more. I need to draw more sounds from her. I need to hear how she sounds when she comes for me. I need her to explode for me.
I dip down, to taste her neck, her shoulders, her chest. Letting my tongue dance across the top of her breasts. Purring as I revel in her salty taste. She shifts her hips, her skirt fanning around her legs. She drags herself up my thigh. The air getting heavy with the scent of her arousal as she moves. The tip of my cock slips from my seam, starting to travel down my pant leg, seeking the heat she presses to me.
“Piper,” I whisper her name against her skin and she shifts in response, her broad thigh pressing up against my crotch. Her hips tilt as she drags her pussy across me again, her warm legs stroking my cock. My hands tunnel beneath her skirt and climb her legs until they find purchase just below her ass. I groan at the feel of her curves. Fingers tracing along the edge of her underwear, I encourage her to move again, to slip her body up and down my leg. She makes a needy little whine, guiding my face to her chest.
I press my tongue deeper into her breast to find a nipple and suck on it.
She makes a soft noise as she moves her thighs across me again, and again. A tiny exhale of pleasure as she drags herself up my leg. Her eyes closed, her face scrunched in concentration. There’s wetness in her underwear, seeping into my pants. My glorious mate, using me for her pleasure, coating me in her sweet nectar. I am the only thing she needs in the world, I am going to give her everything.
“Yes, Piper. Take what you need,” I murmur, keeping my hands busy at her thighs, and my mouth on her chest, sucking and licking each nipple in turn. She tastes divine, like citrus and cream. Sweet with a tang.
I'm completely lost in her. Her warmth, her wetness, the noises she makes, the smell she exudes everywhere. Her thighs wrapped around my leg, trapping my cock, stroking its length as she shamelessly humps me. I want to be inside her, I want to feel her surrounding me completely. Her fingers grip my shirt like I am the only thing anchoring her to the earth.
A tightness forms behind my seam. I need to hold back, I have to be here for her.
Her fingers tug tight on my collar, as I clench my hands into her supple ass, her thighs squeeze my cock into my leg in response. She whimpers my name directly into my ear.
It’s all too fucking much.
“Piper.” Unable to hold back any longer, I press my face into her neck as I spill my release into my pants.
She goes still in my lap.
Shit. I’m ruining everything.