Page 59 of First Kiss with a Mothman

Arie glares at her, and Reginald lands on his shoulder. I hear several dozen “caw” sounds, and Selena and I both look up. Above us, darkness swirls in the sky. My mouth goes dry at the sight―Arie has summoned a flock of birds ready to strike at any time.

I don’t want his powers to go on unchecked, and I definitely don’t want any violent incidents, so I squeeze his arm. “Arie, let’s go,” I say softly. He turns to me and, after a long moment, his face relaxes. Selena, to her credit, appears horrified. I would be too if a hundred ravens threatened to descend on me.

“I’ll see you later,” he forcefully says to his cousin. Then he pulls me away, leading me down the quad. With that, the birds all disperse, including Reginald. “So sorry about her,” he says.

“Don’t apologize. You are nothing like her.”

“Right. I’m a monster like you.”

“Yes, but you’ve always been accepting. You were amazing even when you were human.”

“Really?”

I take his hand and give it a squeeze. I guide him toward the parking lot, far from anyone else. “Yes. You, Arie Baker, are sweet. And friendly. And talented. And…very sexy.”

He turns to me with a beaming face, and I can’t help but lean in and kiss his feathered cheek. “Want to cap off this first date the best way I know how?”

We stop, and he wraps his arm around my neck. Then, he reaches down and caresses my wings. Holy monster god. I don’t remember the last time someone felt my wings so closely. “Fuck,” I murmur through a half-moan.

“Yes.” He beams and says, “That’s exactly what I’d like to do with you tonight, Mort Rain.”

An hour later, we’re in my attic. The other frat brothers are nowhere to be found, probably still out partying or hooking up. Reginald is happily feeding on a dish of sunflower seeds at the bottom of the stairs. After some bathroom preparations, I walk up to my room, freshly bathed and in a towel. Arie is splayed out on another towel, and he’s taken my direction very seriously. He’s naked―in human form―with his thighs spread.

And he’s boned up with a condom on. I don’t think I could imagine anything sexier, and now it’s here.

With my heart pounding, I crowd his space and ditch my towel. “Well, hello there,” I say in what I hope is my sexiest tone.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he says through a chuckle. I splay my body over his and kiss him gently. He continues to stroke himself using the lube I gave him, and with our bodies so close, my dick nudges him. His kisses are so passionate, and his hardness below gently pokes me. In moments, I’m hard too. My body is so ready.

Have I ever actually looked forward to sex before? I’ve certainly never been this nervous to perform. I’m with the one guy I know won’t judge the way I appear, and he makes me the most self-conscious, go figure.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he says between kisses. “I want you.”

“Mm…” He tastes so good that I’m reluctant to pry my mouth off of his. “I want you, too.”

“I need this, Mort.”

I trail kisses down his neck. “I want you to have all of me.”

“Yes,” he whispers. When he grips my wings, I have to bite back a moan. I think we’ve waited long enough.

“Let me get on top, baby,” I say in a hushed tone. “Let me make you feel so good.”

He nods, still gripping his hardness. “Yes, yes.”

I quickly take some lube and prep myself. I don’t even let him finger me; I want to do it all for Arie. When I straddle him, I maneuver myself so I’m right in position. Arie sits up and moves his dick closer to my ass. I spread my legs, and gradually move myself onto him.

“Fuh,” I murmur breathlessly.

“Ooooh,” he says in a slurred tone. He feels everything that’s going on. Arie realizes I’ve engulfed his cock with my ass.

“Fuck, so good,” I say, gently moving myself up and down. I ride him slowly, playing with my chest, really savoring that hardness inside me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, nearly hyperventilating.

When he grabs my wings, I gasp. On instinct, I flap them to float a bit. “Oh, my…my sexy mothman,” he whines. I go up and down with ease, using my wings to lift me higher up.

That’s right―I’m floating and fucking him.