Page 43 of First Kiss with a Mothman

“You like this?”

“Yes,” he whines.

I decide to heighten the moment as I stroke him faster, harder. “Who’s making you feel good?” My voice is growly, and I kiss his chin.

“You, Mort,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Are you mine, Arie?” I stroke and stroke.

“Yes.”

“Do you belong to me?”

“Yes,” he whispers, and his cock pulses.

“Do you want to be mine, Arie?”

“Yesyesyes,” he chants. His hips jut up, and it’s evident he’s holding back.

“Say it,” I demand as I kiss his soft cheek. The squishing sounds of me stroking his cock fill my ears.

“I’m yours.”

“Again.”

“I’m yours!” he whines.

I continue to speed up, and he gets harder. Precum drips down to my palm. Almost there. “Who do you belong to?”

“You!”

“Then come for me, baby.”

“Ah…ah…fffffUUUH!” He writhes as his voice hits a crescendo, and heat lands on my hand. Arie shoots all over my wrist, and I don’t slow down for several seconds. He gasps and squirms, and it’s so sexy. After a few seconds, he shivers in spent satisfaction, clinging to my arms. A minute later, I let him go and casually zip him back up.

Arie lies back in contentment as he catches his breath. This was his first non-solo orgasm, and I got to give it to him. And it was so fucking hot.

I lick the final droplets of his spend from the back of my wrist, and then undo my pants. There’s no way I’m driving home as hard as this. We already defiled this theater, all alone, abandoning the movie. What’s another jerk-off session?

Before I can stroke myself off properly, Arie leans forward and takes me in his hand. I want to tell him to stop, that my cock is weird and fuzzy because I’m a mothman. But all rational thought vanishes when he strokes my hardness.

I gasp and grunt as I gaze at his beautiful face. I’m so on edge that he’s not even jerking me for a minute before I blast all over his wrist. His face is brimming with pride, all because he gave me an orgasm. It’s a journey I’d be more than willing to take with him again and again.

When my soul returns back to Earth, I smile and remove his hand. We both share a giggle, joy bubbling from our chests. I zip myself up, then take his face and kiss him. Naturally, he complies, massaging my tongue with his. He tastes like buttered popcorn and promises of more movie dates to come.

Is this a date? I’ve been telling him we’re just friends. But the way Arie makes me feel has me wanting something good for the first time in my adult life, someone I could be intimate with more than once. I want us to hook up in the future.

Arie isn’t a flame to my moth―he’s an inferno, one I don’t think I want to put out.

Chapter

Fourteen

ARIE

I’m totally not dependent on Mort. Just because he took me on my first ever movie outing and rocked my world doesn’t mean I have to be attached at the hip to him. I certainly don’t need to seek him out to gush about how amazing he made me feel in the theater yesterday. Though it’s a memory I won’t soon forget.

I rub Reginald’s head while he nips at sesame seeds on the table at Mummy Mocha. Today is my exercise in restraint; that is, I’m not going to smother Mort. Sure, I want all the things with him, but I need to take my time. He still hasn’t confirmed that yesterday was a date, or that he wants to be boyfriends. So, best friends will have to do for now, and friends give each other space. He texted me that he’s hanging out with his frat, so I’m at the coffee place to meet with my other friends.