27. Pontius
27
PONTIUS
I deepen my purr, and she practically melts into my grasp until I am almost taking her full weight in my arms. I take advantage of how close she is to suck in her scent. I can’t stand seeing her upset like this. I would do anything to fix it.
She turns her face to the ground. She’s breathing heavily, and I can smell her growing arousal.
“Are you feeling better?” I ask. “What can I do?”
“Nothing,” she mutters.
“I want you to have everything you want, Piper. I would give you anything you asked for.”
“I don’t like asking for things.” She shakes her head.
“Then let me give you the entire world.”
I dip my face closer to her bright red hair, to smell her better.
Her hands go to my arms, grabbing my biceps firmly. She enjoys touching me. She smells so good, warm, and welcoming. I remember the way her cunt tasted. The nectar she made for me. I can smell it dripping from her now. Just being in my arms is enough for her.
I feel the same way. I’ve missed holding her. The mating bond has my cock straining at my seam every time I smell her. I need her. I want to make her feel better.
I dip my head down, letting my antennae caress her face. She’s so soft, so sweet, so warm. An unintentional purr rumbles through my chest.
She makes an unmistakable moan beneath me.
“Are you still having trouble coming, Piper?” My voice comes out rough.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispers, but her fingers clutch me close.
“But, you’re going to let me, aren’t you?” I ask. “You are going to be a good girl, and come on my fingers?”
“Ant.” Her voice sweet and needy.
I kiss her, long and hard. It’s the first time I’ve done it in months. The first time we’ve physically been this close since our first nights together. She kisses me back instantly, eager and hungry and tasting slightly of tears. She’s missed me too, I can feel it in her mouth.
I slip a hand down to her waist, tugging at the button on her pants until I can open them and slip my hand inside. I need to touch her. To feel her. To make her come.
She gasps and presses her face against my chest as my hand drags along the outside of her underwear. The fabric damp against my fingers.
“Wet for me already, baby girl?” I ask, moving my palm up and down her mound, using my fingers to press the fabric between her lips.
She fucking whimpers. Such a pathetic needy noise in the back of her throat. I back her into Ness’s desk, so I can prop her ass against it, providing me a better angle to give her pleasure, to enjoy the way she clings to my arms and arches into my body. No woman has ever been like this for me. So hungry, so easy, so malleable.
All of my partners have felt hard, almost robotic, but Piper is different. I feel needed. Wanted. Like she would do anything for me. Every part of me worries I am taking advantage of her, being wanted like this. She’s like a drug. It feels like I could do anything I wanted to her. I’ve had years to dream of things I want to do with a mate. I love bringing her pleasure and I’d do anything to keep pleasuring her. She could ask me to move the moon and I would, just to hear her say my name the way she does.
Her hips roll again, and I dip down to kiss her, claiming her mouth with mine, teasing and sucking her tongue. Pouring all of my desire into her, desperate to feel just how much she means to me.
I slip my hand up to the top of her underwear, tracing my fingers along the textured edge. The lace trim temptation under my fingers. I pause, wanting to keep going, but not sure how to ask.
“Ant,” she murmurs my name again—my name, mine—on her perfect lips. The next word out of her mouth has me ready to do anything for her. “Please.”
“Fuck, baby girl, you don’t need to beg me.”
I slip my hand into her underwear, seeking out her wet lips, then moving down until I can press a finger into her. She moans into my chest. I let myself play for a moment, discovering what noises I can pull out of her, looking for ways to make her whimper and moan and gasp. Her hips tilt so she can grind hard against my hand, desperate for a release. I rumble another purr through my chest for her. She whines quietly. I cannot bear to bury the sound with my mouth again, so I latch my tongue onto her sensitive neck, and I grip her thigh with my idle hand. Wrapping it around my hip and tilting her leg to give me better access. She cries out as her head tips back, and her hips change to an erratic rhythm, until I finally feel her body clenching around me as she orgasms.
Her hands cling desperately to me. I catch her before she comes down from her orgasm, rubbing my thumb across her clit and pressing against her until she comes again with a small yelp. Her inner walls spasming and milking my fingers, and she finally slumps forward, boneless and easy against my shoulder. Completely relaxed after quick and dirty stress relief. I purr deep in my chest, I gave her something at least—something she really needed. Really wanted.
I pull my hand out, and she watches me with half-glazed eyes while I put my wet fingers into my mouth and suck her sweet nectar from my knuckles. I missed the way she tasted, salty and tart. I could never get enough of this. She chuckles, and her hand sweeps up to cup my cheek, her hand cradling my mouth arms. She doesn’t say anything, but I enjoy the way she watches me.
The silence is broken by a printer warming up in the distance.
“Oh crap!” She whisper-yells and then slaps a hand over her mouth.
“What is it?” I brush a red curl out of her face. What if she’s changed her mind about what we just did?
“I completely forgot we are in an office and people can hear what we are doing.” Her words are muffled by the hand that she still has covering her mouth. “They absolutely know that I’m in here fucking my boss.”
“I don’t mind people knowing that you are mine.” I stroke my fingers through her hair. Her phone vibrates, indicating a message. And then another message. And then three more in quick succession.
“Ant. I don’t belong to—” She stops herself from talking when her phone buzzes again, pulling away from me gently. “Let me go.” Her voice tinged with irritation.
I move, so she can climb to her feet, but I don’t take my hands off her completely, letting one rest on her shoulder. She rearranges her clothing and takes a deep breath as she pulls out her phone.
“Oh no.” Her eyes go wide, staring at the screen. “Ant. I have to go. My sister is—in the hospital.”
“Is everything alright?” My wings splay out behind me. I’ve only had a sister for a few months, and already I can’t imagine what I would do if something happened to her.
“She’s pregnant. She’s having the baby.” Her face contorts, her voice getting louder the longer she talks. “She’s early. It shouldn’t be happening yet. She wasn’t due for another two weeks. Oh my goodness, I’m terrible. I should be there. I should be there for her. It’s her first kid. She’s my baby sister.”
Her fingers fly across her phone in a rapid flurry, her feet already taking her around the room in a nervous pace.
“She’s at St. Augustine. It’s all the way across town.” She gnaws at the corner of her thumb. “I should go. I should go right now.” She’s muttering without any real concern if I hear her. “This time of day, rush hour, it’ll take me almost an hour to get there?—”
“You shouldn’t be driving right now,” I say.
“Well, I don’t have much of an option, do I?” she snaps.
“Let me take you. I can fly you there.”
Her eyes dart up from her phone. “You’d do that?”
“Of course!” My hands flex at my sides, eager to touch her. “Anything for—a friend.”
She gives me a worried smile and turns back to her phone. Her fingers resume typing before she finally looks back up at me.
“Okay. We have to go right now, though.”
“Alright.” I nod, and her shoulders finally relax a fraction. My perfect mate. I will keep her safe and happy.