Page 42 of First Kiss with a Mothman

“It’s cool, Arie.” I take his hand and squeeze it. His smile brightens, and all feels well again. “Do you need more description? I can tell you what’s going on?”

I try to move my hand away, but he holds it in place. As usual, his skin on mine anchors me to the present. The touch reminds me I’m alive, and that there’s so much to be grateful for. “No, I’m good.”

“Glad.”

“You don’t want to talk too much,” he whispers over the audio. “There are people watching the movie.”

“No, there aren’t.” A naughty thought fills my head. After looking around again, I lean into Arie’s ear. “We’re all alone,” I whisper in my sexiest tone.

Arie turns to me with an expression of playful surprise. He must know exactly what I’m thinking; he often does. But is he ready for the next step? Am I?

After ten more seconds of watching the film and holding his hand, I slowly let go. Instead of bringing it over to my lap, I trail it up his arm. Arie shivers, but doesn’t stop me. Judging by the look on his face, I already have him heated. It’s almost as if I can hear his pulse pounding.

Let’s see if I can make his heart race.

I stroke up and down his arm, then lean over, pivoting so I’m facing his seat. My fingers trail up to his neck. I caress underneath his jaw, and he lets out a breathy sound of arousal. I can’t restrain myself, and a moment later, I lean forward and kiss his neck. Even his gasp is so sexy. “Arie,” I murmur against his neck.

My hand trails down, and I stroke his chest through his button-down shirt, and he shivers again. “Mort,” he whispers, a prayer on his lips.

“Want to know what college students do in an empty theater?” My voice is barely audible, and I nibble on his ear just because I can.

“Oh…what do they…oh…do?”

I’ve rendered him speechless. My purposeful fingers don’t stop caressing his chest, grazing his nipples, and they trail down to his tenuous abs. Even through the fabric, he’s so warm, and I know I’m leaving goosebumps over him. I need to see what else I can do for him.

“They do the things…that lead to what you wrote about on your list,” I murmur in a deep tone. I lick his ear, and he sighs, hopefully in pleasure. “They do all the bases they can get away with while sitting in a theater chair.” His arm tenses up, and I wonder if I’m taking things too far. He is a virgin after all.

I bring my hand down to his crotch and gently pull at his belt. “Do you want me to stop, Arie?”

“No,” he rasps. There has never been a sweeter word from his pretty lips. He’s so tense and so lost in a fog of lust. I can tell he’s hard, and I smile in pride knowing I did that. But I need the green light from him.

“Can I―” I deftly undo his belt― “Make you feel so good, Arie?”

I kiss his neck again, sucking on the pristine, salty skin. He lets out a soft moan, and I know I have him right where I want him.

But I need to hear the words. He says nothing over the noise of the movie. Oh yeah, there’s a movie playing; I think we both forgot. To seal the deal, I graze my hand over his denim-clad hardness. His dick throbs in response, and he gasps again.

I’m the first ever to make him feel this sexual pleasure.

“Arie? Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” he says breathlessly.

“Can I make you feel good with my hand?” I bring my fingers up and graze his nipple again. After letting out another whimper, Arie takes my wrist and brings it back down to his cock.

He nods, and I grin. “Say it,” I command.

“Make me…feel good.”

His pleading tone, giving me permission, is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m hard as well, so I swiftly readjust my own jeans. Then, I lean forward and undo his zipper. It takes me a moment to undo the button, then work the fly of his boxers. Even in the darkness, I can see his hard cock pointing at me. Without further delay, I gently stroke him down.

“Oooohh…” Arie lets out a gloriously lewd sound of pleasure. He’s burning hot steel in my hand, and I’m salivating. One day, I want to taste him, but I need to do this in baby steps. Arie deserves to enjoy every base.

He squirms as I reach a rhythm of stroking him properly. “How does this feel?” I ask in a hushed tone.

“Good. So good.” His words are half-choked in his throat. The way his cock throbs lets me know he’s on the edge. He’s trying to hold off during this, his first hand job ever, and it’s so flattering.

I’m doing this for him. Because I want him. He truly is the flame to my moth, and no one else has ever given him this pleasure, definitely not Seth. And it’s all because Arie wants me the way I want him.