Crap. What is wrong with me? I’ve got to remember to close my curtains. Even if the idea of him seeing me is a bit exciting.
Is he still there? I start to reach for the towel and stop myself. A glance at the window shows that there is a shadow. A figure standing on top of the building across the street, watching me with a pair of glowing red eyes, drinking in my naked body.
I swallow hard, then cross to the window, still naked, and reach up to the lock, very pointedly unlatch the window, and crack it open. The noise of the rain is more prominent in my bedroom now. I stretch my arms high over my head. Putting my body on display.
Ant’s shadow doesn’t move.
I spread myself across the bed and reach for my vibrator. I’m just going to do what I would do any night of the week, I justify to myself. Any time I couldn’t sleep, I’d pull out Old Faithful, turn her on, slip her between my thighs, and find that perfect spot with just the right setting that makes my whole body light up. I allow my thoughts to drift to dark fur, wide-spread wings, and a deep purr. I tilt my hips, increasing the speed.
I know he can see me. He can look if he wants. My big beautiful Mothman.
The sound of the rain gets louder, and there’s a creak of wood and plastic. I chance to open my eyes, just as Ant slips into my bedroom.
The sight of him steals my breath. So tall he barely fits into my room. His wings cannot spread all the way open, and the tops of them almost brush the ceiling. Water drips across my dark carpet and second hand furniture. His suit is gone. He’s wet and naked, just like me.
“Piper, what do you think you are doing?” His voice hits a low register that sends chills through me.
I groan at the sound of him. He stalks across the room, like a predator. The feeling of him in my room, wanting me, is oddly soothing.
His large hand lands on top of mine, his fingers wrap around my whole hand, guiding the tool between my legs.
“What do you think you are doing?” he repeats. “Showing off like this? Showing off my sweet pussy?” He moves his wrist, tilting the vibrator to angle it slightly differently. I am already so close, so primed and ready. “Anyone could have seen you. Anyone could have crept in here.”
I’m fighting the urge to giggle, and the noise comes out more like a moan instead.
Ant releases a low purr and moves so that more of his body is over top of mine, bracing one hand above me on the headboard.
“You greedy woman. You want all the fun for yourself. Who said that you could show off like this? Those tempting tits. Those luscious thighs. If you wanted to come, all you had to do was call me. If you wanted me in your bedroom, in your cunt, all you had to do was say something.”
“Something.” I manage to blurt out with a little giggle.
He smirks, and leans back to take me in. My view of him is highlighted by the streetlight through my window.
I shiver. He doesn’t touch me anywhere except my wrist that controls the vibrator. He tilts it slightly in one direction, and then the other, changing the pressure until I gasp under him. Something inside me is scared to touch him, to move without instruction. I just wait, letting him take control.
A low purr rumbles through his chest. The noise does something to me every time. My bed creaks as Ant shifts his weight until he is completely over me.
That’s when I come. The tightness spreads through my body, my mouth releasing a gaspy little shudder, and my legs clenching together. I start to pull my hand away, but his grip around my wrist tightens.
“Was that it? Do you think that’s all you are going to give me?” He moves his hands and my vibrator. “You haven’t evensaid my name. You haven’t even told me who you belong to. Say my name, darling. Tell me who is in charge of your pleasure.”
“Ant,” I breathe.
“Who’s pussy is this?” He grins.
“Yours,” I choke out.
“And do you think you can come again? For me.” He moves my vibrator in a tiny circle, keeping the sensation on my clit, and I gasp. His smile is so wide.
I nod eagerly. Even while his hand works at making me squirm.
”Good girl,” he murmurs. “I hope you are ready to work for it.”
Then, the vibrator is gone.
“Hey!” I protest with a laugh.
“Laugh all you want, pretty girl. I’m not going anywhere,” he growls. “I’m here just for you, and when you are finished, I am going to take what’s mine. I’m going to use that perfect pussy anyway I like. Now stick your ass in the air for me.”
