6. Piper
6
PIPER
Did he just come in his pants?
“Did you just—?” I cut myself off before I start laughing.
I cannot laugh. He will not think it’s funny.
Sure, the situation is hilarious. Humping his leg on the ground like overeager teens. We’re fifteen feet from a bed. Three feet from a couch.
We’re idiots. We’re ridiculous.
He will only get mad if I laugh. I bite my lower lip to try to stop the smile.
He shakes his head against my neck. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. This was supposed to be about you, Piper.”
My shoulders are shaking now from holding back my giggle.
Ant pulls back to watch me with bright glistening eyes. I throw my hand in front of my mouth, which doesn’t make my expression any less obvious.
“I didn’t mean to—” he starts.
I open my mouth to reassure him it’s alright. That's a mistake because the laugh falls out. I slap my hand back over my mouth to cover it up.
He smiles at me. “You aren’t mad?” His whole body seems to relax.
Relief floods through me. “Of course not! It’s okay, Ant. I was—” My face feels burning hot. His hands grip my legs, and he pulls me toward him, dragging my still-swollen clit across his thigh, “close, too.” I gasp.
Ant presses his face against my neck again, the fuzz tickling my skin as he takes a deep breath. “It should have been about you.”
“Ant, it’s okay. We have all night.”
“All night?”
“Don’t we? I mean, I’ll leave if you—” My sentence ends with a squeal as he scoops me into his arms and stands.
“I’m not done with you.” He’s grinning widely, but his voice hits a serious note that sends a butterfly fluttering through my stomach. He deposits me on the couch. “You are going to stay right here. I am going to clean up, and when I come back, we will see who is laughing and who is coming in their pants.” His voice is almost a threat as he presses a light kiss to my forehead.
I nod, watching him cross to the bathroom. I giggle, just a little. Have I ever made a guy come in his pants? Is it weird to feel a little proud? Maybe this is a regular thing for Ant. I don’t really know the guy.
I kinda wish I knew him a little better.
I leave the couch to circle his apartment. Checking the spines of his books and the titles in his game collection. He seems to have a bit of everything. I’m not sure what I’m looking for. A reason to dislike him, maybe? To cross him off my list of potential paramours, so this one-night stand will feel like a better idea.
My hand hovers at a drawer while I weigh the pros and cons of opening it.
“What are you doing?” A voice comes from directly behind me.
“Yeesh!” I spin to find him directly at my back, tall and sexy and looming. “You move so quietly.”
He’s wearing a loose pair of sweatpants now. My eyes flick to his crotch and then back to his face, hoping he hasn’t noticed. I felt him between my thighs. Hot and pulsing and huge. I want to know what his cock looks like. I hope I get a chance to find out.
He grins. “Looking for something?” His hands move for my waist, pulling me toward him.
“Just being nosy.” I wince. “Is that a problem?”
“Depends on what you found,” he murmurs. Returning his nose into the crook of my neck, he breathes me in, like smelling me is his whole reason for living. A low purr emanates from his body, like a pleased cat.
I press my hands to him, trying to get closer to the noise. The purr in his ribcage feels like it touches every inch of my body. It would be calming if it wasn’t so incredibly arousing. The buzz simultaneously makes me want to melt and climb him like a tree.
“What is that?” I ask, adjusting my glasses so I can press my cheek into his chest. I close my eyes and feel it.
“Hmm?” The purr changes when he talks, my whole body squeezes on the low ‘m’ sound.
“Are you purring?” I ask.
He chuckles, and the way it echoes through his chest and into my ear gives me a full-body shiver. “It’s like a mating call. To attract a mate.”
“A mate?” I laugh. “Well, it’s working.”
“I can tell.” He chuckles again, his hand moves up and down my spine in long soothing strokes that light up every nerve on my back, until he finally stops at my nape. His palm covers the back of my neck, the heat of him hitting every inch of skin. I can’t hold back the little moan building in my chest, my body is still primed from our floor humping session.
He tips my face up for a kiss. I’m ready for the strangeness now. His mandible caress my cheeks and his long curious tongue flicks through my mouth, delicate and slippery. I lean into him, pressing my torso against his chest as his hand cards deep into my hair.
My hair tie snaps, and my locks falls loose, his fingers getting hopelessly tangled in the newly freed curls. I stifle a giggle around his tongue.
I pull away to detangle his hands, he just continues kissing me. Tasting my chin and neck, and tickling my body all the way down to my breasts. When his tongue dips into my cleavage, I laugh so hard I have to hold onto him for support.
“There, that is your mating call.” He doesn’t give me time to protest before his newly freed hands scoop me up. I squeal as my feet leave the ground. He kisses me again, while I am all curled against his chest. Just when I’m relaxing into him he tosses me gently. I land on his bed, my hair blossoming around my head.
I laugh even louder than before and stop myself. “Sorry, sorry, for laughing.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Ant stands at the foot of the bed, staring at me. “I like your laugh.”
I can’t help rolling my eyes, I know who I am. Big tits and loud obnoxious laugh. Boyfriends like some parts and put up with other parts. Not that Ant is a boyfriend?—
“Don’t do that.” He cuts off my thoughts by gripping my ankles and tugging me down the bed toward him. I make an unsexy squeal as his strength surprises me.
“Do what?” I ask, distracted as his thumb brushes across the top of my foot, he begins removing my shoes.
“Don’t roll your eyes, like you think I’m lying. When I say something, I mean it.” He smooths a hand up my shin, and his voice drops to an octave that is dangerous to my libido. “I don’t want to see an eye roll from you again.”
“Right.” I squirm, something in his expression stops me from arguing.
His bed is huge, plush, and covered in pillows. When was the last time I met a single man with real bedsheets? Who even is this guy? I spread my arms out across the soft fabrics. He stays at the foot of the bed, watching me with a heated expression. He's probably had hundreds of girls in these sheets. No reason to think I am special. I'm just another notch.
There will be no strings tonight, no attachments. One night of fun.
I prop myself onto my elbows, fighting the urge to cover my squishy middle. Who cares if he sees some rolls, or the little stretch marks that squiggle up my stomach? I’m never going to see this guy again.
“Nice bed. Are we going to put it to good use?” I try to maintain a casual tone, but I’m just excited for his hands to continue their path up my leg.
“Piper, you are…” He pauses.
“Ridiculous?” I suggest with a grin. “Outrageous? Silly?”
“Soul-shatteringly, breath-catchingly, word-stealingly, gorgeous,” he finally finishes.
“Ugh.” My stomach drops, and I let myself fall back from my elbows with an eye roll. I don’t have the mental capacity to accept his compliments right now.
“Hey.” His voice drops an octave again. “What did I tell you about rolling your eyes?” He leans forward, his arms landing on the mattress on either side of my legs.
“What are you gonna do, Ant? Punish me?”
“Yes.” He pauses like he doesn’t have any idea what to threaten me with. “Give me your bra,” he finally demands.
I laugh again. “That’s my punishment?”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t the goal here to get both of us naked?”
“Yes.” He crawls up the mattress until his arms are caging me in. “Now, hand it over.” He dips in for another kiss. I wrap my hands around wiry, muscular arms. Really nice arms.
“Give me the bra,” he announces. “I want to see them.”
“You first.” I laugh.
“I am not wearing a bra.”
“Your shirt.” I sit up, pulling my knees to my chest. “Your shirt for my bra, an even trade.”
“That’s your punishment? Seeing me naked?”
“Cross my heart. I promise not to enjoy it!” I say solemnly, putting my palm on my breast.
He pulls back, there’s a moment of hesitation before he pulls off his shirt. A set of snaps keeps it closed around his wings. I lose all interest in those mechanics when he reveals his body. Sucking in a breath as his shirt lands on the floor. He’s slender and muscular, with a narrow torso and broad chest. The fur is thicker around his neck, like a scarf, a fine short fuzz covers the rest of him. He's simultaneously strong and soft, and I want to burrow myself into him.
“Oh no!” I quickly cover my eyes.
“What?” There’s a spike of nervousness in his tone.
“I'm enjoying it! I promised I wouldn’t!” I laugh through the words. He catches my wrists and moves them, pressing me back into the bed and pinning my hands to the mattress above my head. The swift movement shoots a warm surge of desire through me. His wings spread wide over us, shielding some of the lights and throwing his silhouette into sharp relief.
“You're saying that you like looking at me?”
I squirm and nod. “You’re gorgeous.”
His dark wings shimmer with an opalescent spectrum when they catch the light.
“ You are gorgeous. Every inch of you is absolute temptation.” He releases my wrists to stroke gentle fingers down my side. I huff out a breath, barely managing not to roll my eyes this time.
The purr in his chest gets louder, and he lowers himself to kiss me again, tracing his long strange tongue over my lips and down my neck, heating up my body until it feels like every part of me is tingling. I explore him with my fingers in return. He is mostly human-shaped below the neck. His rib cage that doesn’t quite end where I expect it to. His heartbeat a little lower in his chest and a little faster than a human’s. Tracing further down, his stomach is a little more concave, and when my fingers finally reach the waistband of his sweats, I’m practically purring with excitement.
“What about these?” I ask playfully, running a hand around his waistband.
His body stills. I pull my hands away, feeling I’ve crossed some unspoken line.
“You should know, I don’t look like humans do.” He breathes out an exhausted sigh. Like he knew this conversation would happen.
“How so?” I ask, my brain intrigued, and my pussy straight up excited by this announcement. Everything felt reasonably as expected before.
“I just want to prepare you,” he says. “You probably won’t like it.”
My heart melts a little. “Hard to imagine disliking part of you.” I clench my fist into the sheets as soon as the words come out of my mouth. This is supposed to be no strings. I think I’m already developing strings. I’m so stupid.
His antennae twist a little. I want to make him happy. I want him to have a good time. I should have known nothing about this would be easy for me. I stifle a giggle and it ends up coming out as a whole loud laugh. I cover my mouth, trying in vain, to pull myself back together.
“What?” Ant asks. I expect anger or irritation, but there’s just bright curiosity in his voice.
“I just expected to be the only one with body image issues here,” I admit, folding a hand across my stomach rolls.
“Your body is perfect.” He shakes his head.
“And I’m not allowed to roll my eyes when you say things like that.” I poke him gently in the chest.
“When you roll your eyes, it makes me feel like you don’t believe me. I am deadly serious,” he says. “You are perfect. A bright beautiful flame.”
“Right, sure, okay.” I bite my lip. “I want to see you naked. I don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. But if you think I can’t handle it, then?—”
“I didn’t mean it like that, Piper.” His voice speaking my name tightens my chest slightly. “You really want to see me naked?”
“Yes!” I bite my lip. Was that too eager? “Please?”
He moves back, the aching cold where his body was pressed to me makes me whine. “I don’t want to scare you.”
“That deserves an eye-roll.” I point a finger in his direction. “I let you carry me thirty feet in the air. You think this is scarier than that?”
He smirks, his antennae lift and then drop. Almost like a shrug.
Crap. I really like him, and I am going to make a fool of myself to prove it.
“I’ll trade you,” I announce. “Your shirt for my bra. My skirt, your pants?”
He sucks in a short breath. I don’t really wait for him to agree. Scared I will lose my nerve, I scoot back so I can sit up for better access.
I slip my arms out of my bra straps, holding the cups in place with one hand while the other reaches around my back to unhook the bra.
He is stone still, unmoving, unspeaking, just waiting.
My skin feels hot, I'm probably flushed red all over. When I finally drop the bra, I can't look at him, letting that heavy self-conscious weight of my breasts fall against my body. Ugh. I wish it was a different time of the month. They are always perkier when I am ovulating. Even on the days when I like them, it’s nerve-wracking to sit and be examined like this.
“Good girl.” Ant growls low in his throat.
My eyes shoot to his. Crap. I enjoyed that. Am I going to let myself enjoy that?
Ant is grinning, his hands flexing against the mattress like he can’t wait to touch me.
“Good girl. Show them to me.” His voice is so raspy and low that it’s difficult to hear. Yeah. I’m definitely going to let him call me that.
I giggle lightly and sit up straighter, rolling my shoulders back to give them all the advantages I can.
“Yes. My gorgeous, Piper.” He inches forward and stops himself. “Put your hair on your head.”
“What? Like this?” I pile my loose curls up.
“Both hands,” he insists.
I get another ‘good girl’ when I put both hands above my head. The last one finally uncovers a nervous laugh that’s been building in my chest. I don’t have the mental fortitude to sit up any longer. I collapse back onto the mattress.
“Touch them,” he insists. “For me.”
Staring at the ceiling, I swallow hard, sending my protests back into the back of my throat. I am ready to lose myself for a moment, let all of my thoughts disappear, and be told what to do.
So I close my eyes and slip my hands up the sides of my breasts until I reach my nipples, squeezing them gently. Fondling myself, for him, for myself. Who knows anymore.
”Yes,” he hisses, before a shadow falls over my closed eyes, as the weight on the mattress changes. “My beautiful flame.” He grumbles low, the purr in his chest returning. “May I touch them?”
The question is so easy, light. I nod, but don’t open my eyes as I lower my hands to let him take control of the situation. His hands replace mine and he purrs low in his throat before his long tongue snakes across my breasts until he reaches my nipple, there's carefully placed suction. I gasp, my back arches off the bed toward him. I need him other places; I need him everywhere.
“Ant,” I say desperately, not even sure if it’s really his name.
He’s already obliging me, like he can read my thoughts. One hand moves to grip my thigh with strong insistent fingers. I’m all too ready to spread my legs for him, until my knees get tangled in the fabric of my skirt. I hiss in irritation.
“Crap. Just take it off, please,” I insist, helping him find the zipper and wiggling to pull the skirt, and my underwear completely off. I am nearly breathless when I’m finally free. We aren’t touching anymore, he’s just staring at me with those predator-like eyes. He makes an animalistic noise in his throat that sends a shiver straight to my pussy.
I adjust my glasses to see him better. “Fair is fair.” I point to his legs. “Pants.”
He makes a noise of protest, but I stubbornly cross my arms over my chest. Finally, his fingers move to his waistband, and he lowers his sweats.
It’s obvious that he’s not human, still finally seeing him without any clothing on, it suddenly becomes very real. There’s no sign of the dick I clearly felt earlier. The area between his legs has a strange bumpy texture. It starts to move. I lean forward, intrigued, as two long hard-looking protrusions fold out from his body, gently flexing in the air. Each is as big as my forearm and shaped similarly. That's not what I felt between my thighs earlier.
“Ant— is that supposed to go—inside me?” There was a dick earlier. I definitely felt a dick.
“No.” He sighs, like the weight of explaining is too great. “These are my claspers. They will—hold you in place while we mate.”
I have to put a hand to my mouth to cover my smile at the word mate. “And your dick?”
He shakes his head with another short sigh. “Aedeagus—stays inside me, until it’s—needed.”
I sit up, eager to learn more. He hesitates, but I’m not going to stop unless he tells me to.
”Can I?” I hold a hand close to one of his claspers.
He gives a curt nod, and I stroke a finger along one. He shudders.
“Okay?” I ask.
He nods. The clasper is thick, boney, hard, and covered in something like peach fuzz. I wrap a hand around the sides. It flexes slightly in my hand, like the two pieces would hold onto something, onto me. That sends a little shiver of excitement through me. I run my hand up, across his flat stomach, the velvety fuzz that covers his abs, and then down, to the mound where a dick should be. He groans, thrusting slightly into my hand, as a vertical slit opens along his body, and something emerges.
I gasp, but don’t pull back as a thick dark tube appears and prods at my fingers, prehensile, almost like it has a mind of its own. It slips itself between my fingers and I wrap a loose grip around it. He’s wet, pre-lubricated.
“Piper.” He moans above me.
“Okay?” I ask tentatively as my hand continues to explore him. “Good?” I repeat when I don't get an answer.
He grunts an affirmative and seems to be trying his hardest to hold still while I touch him.
His skin is soft and pliable in my grip. I stroke him gently, letting myself explore him. Enjoying the way his prehensile dick follows me. It pulses against my palm a fascinating gentle vibration.
"Amazing." I lean forward and squeeze him slightly and giggle with glee.
“Piper.” He pulls back and, with a small shudder, his aedeagus sucks back into his body, the claspers folding neatly over his torso. Disappointment at its disappearance overwhelms me.
“Sorry. Sorry, for laughing.”
“Don’t be sorry for enjoying yourself.” His face seems impossibly sad.
I can’t believe I’m ruining this. “I didn’t mean to laugh.”
“You aren’t bothered by it?” He cuts me off.