Page 32 of Moth Manager
“Humans. At night. Through their windows,” he admits sheepishly.
“Oh geez.” I grimace. “You spied on people?”
He fidgets. “Only sometimes. When I was really lonely.”
His voice soft and sad. He doesn’t deserve that. He deserves good things.
I trace a hand up his naked thigh, enjoying the velvet texture of his skin. The urge to make him feel better inches through me. He’s naked. Somehow it feels less aggressive than human nudity when his cock has sunk back into his body. I slip a hand up to his abdomen. I want to take care of him. Make him feel appreciated, at least in this small moment.
“Piper?” His voice is quiet.
“Can I make you feel good?” I ask. “The way you do for me?”
He nods, it’s hesitant, small, and adorable.
I grin, and lean in to press a kiss against his leg, while my hands slide up stroking along his claspers. They tremble a little under my touch, but don’t unfold.
This close, I can see the small slit that hides his dick. I trace a finger down it. It pulses under my touch, like there’s something that wants to break through.
I slip a finger inside him, it’s warm and wet inside. I trace along the narrow walls and can feel the shaft of his cock, writhing just behind his outer covering.
I manage to hook a finger around him, squeezing lightly, and above me, Ant groans. Then his cock slides out—the whole long, glorious thing. Dark, thick, and slick. I loosely wrap my fingers around him, and he responds almost in turn. The prehensile member slipping through my hand and down to wrap partially around my wrist.
“Piper,” he whispers my name again, needy and low. His fingers combing through my hair.
I lean forward and kiss him on the tip. It practically leaps toward my mouth. I bite back a laugh. When I look up to catch his eyes, Ant is smiling at me.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
“Fuck. Piper. Are you going to?—”
His words cut off as I lean forward and lick him. The texture is smoother than expected, slick and soft but not slimy. The cock moves of it’s own accord in my grip, letting me know what it likes as I explore him with my tongue and lips, kissing and licking along him as he makes strange groaning noises above me. The tip is slightly bulbous, when my breath glances across it, the head moves toward me. Pressing against my lips, like it is seeking my wet heat.
“Good girl.” His voice is raspy. “You treat my cock so well.”
I lick my tongue along the bottom edge of the shaft, watching his expression through my lashes as I open my lips and let thehead of his dick slip into my mouth. His eyes are locked on me, completely enrapt. His hand fisted just tight enough in my hair to let me know he’s there. Not pushing, or trying to move me, just letting me take control, as I hum around him, swirling my tongue. I cannot nearly take all of him in my mouth, I let my hands do the rest of the work, pulling and slipping around him.
“Shit. Piper. You feel so good. Letting me use your sweet, hot little mouth.”
My eyes water from the strain of my full mouth. His dick seeks to go deeper, to slip all the way down my throat. I gag a little. I have to hold his straining length back with both hands while it tries to go further than I can handle. Ant starts to pull back, but I lean forward, encouraging his head to tunnel until I find my own limit.
“Fuck. You are so good at that. My beautiful girl. You take me so well, so deep down that tight little throat.” His fingers tighten in my hair.
I can feel the purr in his chest; it affects me even sitting on the ground in front of him. I move to press my thighs together, enjoying a little bit of friction on my clit as I bob my head along his length. I grip the base of him, holding him back, and enjoying the way he strains toward me. Groaning and shuddering like I'm everything he's ever wanted.
“Wait. Piper. I’m going to?—”
Before he can finish the words he comes down my throat. Hot, wet, sticky. There’s so much of it. Too much for my unprepared throat.
I pull back with a sputtering cough. Still gripping his cock tight in my fingers. He continues coming and splashes my face, hands, and chest with hot semen.
I laugh, which it doesn’t help with the choking feeling. I cough more, trying to clear my throat so I can take a deep breath. I'm covered in sticky cum. I was trying so hard to look cool andsexy. Only to end up nearly doubled over, hacking out a lung, and completely unable to stop laughing.
“Piper! I’m so sorry!”
I shake my head, barely able to breathe through the laughter. It’s mostly my own fault. I give him a thumbs up so he knows I’m alright.
“I’m sorry, I should have warned you.” He crouches beside me, one hand moves to my back. “I didn’t mean to surprise you like that.”
