Page 20 of Moth Manager
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’thold 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.”
